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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes against Obligado in the QF-2 match
- Theme: All by myself
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Mens sana in corpore sano (Healthy thoughts in a healthy body)
My steps were pounding the treadmill, just beginning my second mile, the music of Eric Carmen filling my ears via the ear buds I wore. His music just was so full of energy and I considered it perfect for working out.
As it was less than an hour before the gym would be closing it wasn’t very surprising, that I had the gym to myself. The words coming from the little speakers felt prophetic. “All by myself, Don’t want to be all by myself anymore.”
And it was as if the Universe had been hearing my plea and decided to intervene. I hadn’t even seen her as she walked past me and chose the treadmill, right before mine, doing the requisite settings and fell in an easy trot with long strides of her legs. She wore light blue running pants and teal top, both clinging to her skin as if painted to it. The chestnut brown ponytail flicked from left to right as she moved gracefully like a gazelle. She looked great and knew it, she hadn’t decided on that particular treadmill by accident, there were plenty others available that did not force me to look at her perfectly shaped ass. But that wasn’t her plan, her plan required to be seen, to be admired to be desired.
So I obliged her, keeping my speed unchanged, but also my gaze firmly fixed on her butt, swinging left and right, knowing fully that she would pretend outrage if I stared too obviously. The games women play.
The track of my playlist changed again, an upbeat peace that perfectly fitted the situation. I loved this song, and soon I had a wide smile on my face as Eric sang:
Now, I've got you in my sights
With these
Hungry eyes
One look at you and I can't disguise, I've got
Hungry eyes
I feel the magic between you and I
Oh, I did feel the magic for sure, people claiming that you can’t run and get an erection the same time, have no clue what they are talking about. My exercise clothes are not painted on, so I didn’t care.
I began to think what fun it would be to peel her out of those clothes. Either by seduction, or by force. All it would take was one violent pull at the bottom of her pants, to expose her ass, and remove any barrier towards her more interesting parts. None of those runners wore underwear in their running outfits. I hadn’t seen her tits yet, but was pretty sure, that she took good care of the rest of her body, so they would be worth a grope or two. Right now my eyes were transfixed on her wide hips. Perfect handles to grab and propel myself into her depths.
Could I seduce a woman like this? Perhaps, but that would presume that I would have to accept a possible rejection. Could I catch her, now that was a fascinating question? She was an excellent runner, but she had the stride of a long distance runner, she would outlast me in a marathon. But I could see that I was faster in a sprint. And the distance to the exit of the gym was considerably shorter than 26 miles. On this kind of short distances I would be able to catch up to her. Slam her into the wall, get whatever clothes out of the way.
My mind was wondering, would my hand bury into the luscious hair of a bush, or did she shave her twat bald. If I was a betting man, I’d bet that right now there was copious amount of sweat beading a prominent mound, she would be the shaving kind. Especially wearing outfits like these, pubic hair would occasionally show.
Oh, it would be so delightful wrapping that ponytail around my hand, controlling her while fucking her ruthlessly. Slamming my body into hers, over and over again, mingling the sweat on our nakedness, until my satisfaction was achieved.
I shook my head and decided I had enough for the night, a cold shower would put those stupid thoughts out of my head. And it did, right until the moment as we both left the gym at the same time, I gestured her to step out before me, she smiled, and I got a whiff of her natural sweaty odor. The animal part of my brain, jumped into action, the part we inherited from our predator ancestors. And she was a gazelle, prey. I started to run after her, all by myself. I reached her before she had a chance of opening her car.
Once I was done, the hood of her cars had a few new dents, and her naked form lay crumpled on the ground. Cum oozing from her shaven sex. That’s how I left her, all by herself.
The End
