Please note: This post, and the post that it links to, contain information about my personal sex life. Family members and others who don’t want to read about that stuff are advised that they probably don’t want to read this post.
I have a new piece up on the Blowfish Blog. And no, it’s not about cheating, or anything to do with cheating. I’m done with that for a while. It’s about the eroticism of exercise. The title, oddly enough, is The Eroticism of Exercise, and here’s the teaser:
I really wish Iâd known about this years ago.
If I had, I would have gotten my ass to the gym long before I finally did.
I wish Iâd known it years ago. Which is why Iâm telling all yâall. Itâs this:
Working out is hot.
I donât mean that it makes you look hot and attractive: i.e., gives you a firmer body, better posture, a healthier and more attractive appearance generally. It does, but thatâs not what Iâm talking about.
And I donât mean that it makes you feel hot and attractive: i.e., increases your libido, gives you better energy, makes you feel more comfortable in your own skin. It does, but thatâs not what Iâm talking about, either.
I mean that the activity itself is hot. Arousing. Sexually pleasurable.
Or it can be, anyway.
To find out more about exercise as a natural aphrodisiac, read the rest of the piece. Enjoy!