Oh my God, I just finished my workout. I’m soaked, sweaty, and full of adrenaline. I know you can feel it from wherever you are. My body is still warm, my skin still glistening, and that alone makes you weak for me.
You love watching strong women work out, don’t you? Watching us get sweaty, powerful, unstoppable. But today isn’t about that alone. Today is about control.
You only get permission when I say so. You only move when I start the countdown. Not before. I know how weak you are for my sweaty body, especially my armpits, but I won’t show them yet. You’re not ready.
Taking my shoes off feels incredible. Everything is intense right now. The sweat, the heat, the power. And because of that, we’re ready to begin.
Countdowns tease you. They make you lose control, then stop right before you break. You feel it every time I get close, every time I move, every time I squat right in front of you and let you see how strong I am.
You crave my body like this. Sweaty, dominant, o
