Swimmer’s Bodies
One of the results of being with Dorian is that it’s changed what makes an ideal male body for me.
It’s the typical swimmer body. The broad shoulders tapering down into a slim waist and strong strong legs. The gym I go to looks down on a competitors pool. Meaning lots of training going on. Eight lanes of men’s bodies slicing through the water. Watching the shoulder muscles bunch up as the arms make their strokes. Their stomachs taut when they do the butterfly. The way that they glide through the water while their arms move in slow motion showing just how powerful they are.
Today’s person of interest was doing front crawl backwards (no I don’t mean back stroke) and I’ve never seen so much control and strength. I spent ages trying to decipher the tattoes on his arms. I find them so sexy even though I’d hate for Dorian to have one. I just want to touch and stroke them.
But even better is the fact that I get a swimmer’s body all to myself. A 6’4” body of tight muscles, the back that feels so strong under my hands as I run them over him. Is it any wonder that I love to massage his back? That I love to relax the muscles of his shoulders of which I will experience the power of later.
I’m getting a bit hot and bothered by the thought of it now. I think everyone should get themselves a swimmer!
I’m happy with a black belt in martial arts