Spanishbelle’s BodyBlog

He was eating his after school snack and I could tell something was on his mind.  My little man, in 3rd grade, was chewing his food and looking at me.  "Mommy," he said.  "What does the word pussy mean?"  My mind was racing, eye contact, I remained calm.  "A pussy, " I replied, "Is a cat.  Haven’t you ever heard….here pussy, pussy?  It’s another way to call a kitty to you."  He bought into it.

Third grade has come and gone, he is now a week into fourth grade.  I’ve always said, interesting things happen in fourth grade.  As he ate his after school snack, chewing his food, he was looking at me.  I knew he had something on his mind.  "Mommy," he said.  "Why can’t I use the word pussy?  What does pussy mean?"  I made eye contact with him, "A pussy," I replied, "Is another word for a kitty.  You can use the word."  He smiled, a little wicked I know better smile.  "I’ve heard it’s a bad word."  A moment of silence followed, "Words have different meanings, it depends on how you use them." I responded.  "Well, would you prefer for me to use VAGINA?" he asked.  "Well, why would you need to use the word vagina?" I asked, "You don’t have one."  He jumped in his seat, "I know that!" he exclaimed.  "So, can I use the word ass?"  The boy was not giving up.  "Saying the word "ass" is inappropriate.  So, if you’re trying to say someone is being difficult you can say…you are being such a donkey!  Donkey is the same as ass."  The 16 year old, witness to this conversation, cracked up laughing.  "So, what do I say when I want to use the B word?"  "Well, you say…why do you have to be such a female dog?"  More laughter. 

So, I have 37 coming upon me in a couple of days.  It never fails, a year older and a pound heavier.  DAMN!  Last year I was weighing 106 when 36 came around.  Maybe next year I’ll be at 108 for 38!  Well, if nothing else, 37 will most certainly find me healthy and that’s always a huge accomplishment in itself.  Yes, I’m a freaking virgo.   Virgo/virgin…ironic isn’t it, taking into consideration my many sexual blogs!  LOL.

I was on last week in regards to exercise.  Didn’t hit cardio as often as I’d like, but for the most part I did better than what I have all summer long.  My right shoulder is still bothering me, not as much as before, discomfort is still there though. I’ll work around it this week and continue to do so until it feels better.  I’ll be getting my diet and cardio in line this week. 

So, let me give this b-day thing a whirl.  There’s something to be said about saying good-bye & hello to another year, another number.  So, one asks themselves, is there anything you’d like to do as a 36 year old?  Hmmm…maybe.  Or, one can also think along the lines of bringing in 37 with a bang.  I really don’t know.  Can’t complain about much, it’s been a good year and whatever happens, I will have cake to my one and only 36 and new 37.

Something happened or was about to happen on the lat pull down machine.  I was focused, contracting the ABS as I was pulling down a measly 55 lbs on rep 8 out of 15.  Pulling, breathing, grunting, sweating when all of sudden there I was, threatening to explode in convulsions, right on the brink of a multi-orgasm.  The more I pulled, the closer I came to it.  I stopped, unable to proceed or else!  I laughed at the anguish my body was in, trying to hold those feelings at bay by breathing in deeper and slower, calming the situation down.  I went back to it, rep 12 and the sensation hit me again.  Desire coarsing through me, the need to release.  Again, I stopped, laughed, grasping the bar for dear life.  I looked around, trying to distract myself, noticed a young thing looking at me.  I’m not sure what he was thinking but he was on my tail after that moment.  I got up from the machine, walked around a little to regroup.  Delayed gratification resonated in my head.  So back to the lat machine I went, focused on my new game plan.  I struggled through the second set of 15 reps.  Fought off the waves of pleasure that were assaulting me in a complete and utter throbbing state.  It was intense, a sweet mixture of pleasure and pain…wanting to go there and not allowing it to happen, bittersweet.  The restraint of it all exhaused me.  It’s wrong to convulse like that in public, so I seem to think so.  Who knows though, maybe next time.  I’m walking around a little tingly.  Maybe it was the workout, maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s LA Fitness, maybe I’ve stayed away from my gym for too long, maybe it’s the lack of make-up sex with the hubby, and maybe it’s something that does not need to be put in perspective.  Why?  Well because it’s all good, it’s all feeling very good, so, why bother…just enjoy the ride. 

My sweaty inspiration yesterday has caught up with me today.  I am walking, yes, very slowly.  Everything hurts, but hurt in my book or in this case, is a good thing.  Except for my shoulder, it’s a little tweaked.  I’ll be laying off of it for the remainder of this week.  I began training, as of today, along the lines of muscular endurance.  I trained at my gay gym and got a good workout in.  I’m just going to have to start kicking some ass when people bother me and stay focused.  As you know, you can’t start something without really taking into account where you are at, physically and visually.  As much as it pains me, I took some dreaded pictures.  NASTY!  Truth is, every since my PC was updated, my pics show up differently on my pc.  It looks like I’m slender but, I’m a little on the husky side right now.  I don’t know how to undo whatever it is my photo software does.  Anyway, another beginning and do be KIND. 

Mmm..mmm…mmm, it was good right from the beginning.  I walked in and there I was….surrounded by heterosexual men.  Yes, there were women around, except, that wasn’t the eye candy I was looking for.  I was immediately inspired and motived at the smell of sweat and I shamelessly scanned the room for muscular sweaty men.  I touched an AB machine on my way to the ladies locker room, it was kind of perverted really.  The thoughts running though my head.  I smiled to myself, noticed a couple of fellas looking.  I was going to have a good time, no doubt.

I hit a warm-up set.  Got a nod from the fellow on the bench press machine, I nodded back.  He was the first to follow me around.  Once I was all warmed up, I made my way to the pull-up machine.  I completed 4 unassisted chin ups.  I know, I need to work on it.  However, seated row guy with a tatoo was impressed and he gave me an appreciative look, he was the second to follow.  Something in me began to stir, was it my ego I wondered or was it something else.  It felt good and naughty.  I worked on the back extension machine, tatoo guy & friend waved good-bye to me.  As he passed me by, yes, he turned around and checked my booty out.  I loved it.  Some guy loaded and unloaded weights for me.  I guess I had it going on.  Maybe I was sending off some aura of willingess, maybe they missed me.  Hmmm….a girl can only hope she is also eye candy to others.  As I was killing my legs on the leg press machine, a young guy checking me out.  He was cute, tall and skinny.  Another fella asked me how much I weighed.  Normally, I’d be ticked but today, I needed it.  Men stroking me with their eyes and smiles.  I’ve been training at my darn gay gym for far too long and I needed a fix.  My workout was great, I pushed and pulled hard & heavy.

As I made way out the door, someone opened the door for me.  Young cute guy from the squat machine approached me in the parking lot.  "Excuse me, are you married?" He asked.  I paused.  My husband and I had been at odds all weekend and we haven’t had make-up sex yet.  I’m still a little bent out of shape, hence the pause.  However, the good girl in me (that pesky little voice/bitch that keeps me straight) surfaced and I said yes.  He was so disappointed and said, "Ohh…never mind."  Gently touching my shoulder as he walked away.  Damn.  Then there were two other guys waiting around.  "You drive this car?" they asked.  They were referring to my suburban.  It’s has some large block special engine in it, they said something to the effect.  I noded a yes.  "I can’t get over it.  Small thing like you."  I smiled, "I can handle big.  As long as it gets me off and runs for a long time."  Silence followed.  I’m thinking, it’s the way I said what I said.  Finally, they laughed and I left.  While in the comfort of my vehicle I was grateful, grateful I’m not a man.  If I had been, I would have had the biggest hard on in the place! 

I’ve been busy, training.  Signed up a client today and signing another tomorrow.  Truth is, I am tired.  Staying up late, getting up early.  I don’t like working out at the gym I work at.  I’m used to LA Fitness, layout and space.  The equipment is more up to date and it’s not as crowded.  Besides, eye candy is a must.  There is no eye candy where I work and besides, it’s predominately gay!  A girl needs inspriation and perspiration due to exercise and more!  It’s not convenient to make my way to LA at times, so, I make the best of it and get a workout in between clients.  Completely throws my groove off, especially when this one particular trainer interrupts me, having me pull my earphones out to talk or correct my form.  Drives me nuts!!  He thinks he’s so suave.  I’m growing hostile over his little smirky smile.  Let me just say, he’s got motives.  I have time for LA tomorrow and I am so looking forward to it.  For the record, I have been working on my own ass!  Hit the gym and worked on myself four days last week, cardio included.  Diet is better and yes, there is room for improvement.  You know, I haven’t decided if I want to lose weight, add mass, or train for muscle endurance.  I need a freaking game plan!

A trainer friend of mine from the first gym I started at put himself down on my appointment book sometime over the weekend.  I’m training him tomorrow.  It will make for some interesting gossip.  He’ll give me the low down on the other gym and he’s also the guy who caught a couple of guys pleasuring each other in the sauna and bathroom at another gym.  LOL.  Maybe I’ll talk him into having a little look and see in the men’s bathroom at our gym!  He comes across as so gay my trainer/dancer friend, he might be in danger!

Hola!  Almost mid-night.  Watching the Olympics. China just kicked our booty in gymnastics.  I was hoping one of those darn chicks would fall on their ass.  No such luck.  I know, bad sportsmanship.  LOL.  Congrats to them, too much admiration for the work all these athletes put in.  Besides, I’m about to go to bed, good thoughts equals good sleep.

I’m back to working out.  A little stronger here and there, a little weaker here and there.  Pulled an AB muscle, not hitting ABS with weights.  Didn’t work out today, too tired.  Ive been training people at 5:30 and 6:00 in the morning, it’s been an adjustment!  I am sore from yesterday’s workout.  I did take a 45 minute run during my 9 year olds football practice. Having some 2% cottage cheese before bedtime while our national anthem plays for the USA’s swimming team’s gold!  Those guys did great.  Sometimes I have Casein protein instead of cottage cheese before bedtime.  Casein and cottage cheese are an IV drip for starving muscles at night.  I’m sure you know that!

Isn’t it weird, just when you decide to not sweat stuff and say "what the hell" somehow things work out.  I ponder to myself, WHAT THE HELL!

Last I logged on, I wasn’t sure about training and now, I’m getting busy.  WTH!  

A long time ago there was this one boyfriend, he was always well….available but in an unavailable way.  So when I was done, he was totally available.  WTH!

I once applied for a job, which required me to move to another state.  They wanted me to work shift work, pay for my own move and for less pay.  I laughed in their face, told them it was an incredible waste of my time for the visit.  They paid for my move, gave me a bigger salary and no shift work.  WTH! 

I’ve signed up for another math class, no 8 a.m. class this semester, registered for the class at 11.  Decided to give myself enough time for a beer or two before an exam.  WTH.

Husband says he’s tired all day long.  He calls, "I’m so tired."   I feed him, he’s tired.  He goes to bed because he’s tired.  I find him in bed, sleeping.  I jump in bed, he’s reaching for some ass…..WTH!  

This belle is back to being productive….WTH!

I’ve heard it many times, "find your passion and do it."  So, when I started working out for myself, I was very passionate about it.  However, over the course of the summer I have learned, my passion for working out is not my business.  Personally training myself is one thing, when it comes to others, I have no freaking patience.  I’m thinking, looking back, I should have been aware of this from the get go.  I don’t work out with a partner, it’s MY time.  I have to "talk" myself into allowing someone else to work out with me.  Dealing with my own incompetencies and shortcomings is about all I can handle, anyone else…I have no patience.  I find that being a PT is kind of like being a cheerleader and I tried that once and hated it.  Why the hell did I want to be cheering for freaking jocks?  Making posters, on the road attending games, cheering for guys that hell, I was convinced, couldn’t even hear you!  Hell no!  Besides, I got the jock anyway, in the fieldhouse while I was lifting weights, no skirt required.  LOL, another blog or maybe not.   

I don’t know about this PT thing.  I find myself not in the gym as much.  I’m a little disgruntled and discouraged over the entire thing.  I know, no matter what you do in life, there is always some kind of quirk or hassel to it and so I’m mindful of this.  I’m possibly not being realistic, I have been a housewife for 9 years and dealing with other people outside my household is going to take some time.  I DON’T KNOW!  I have no sense of direction or feel on the matter.  I hate to quit, quitting never settles well with me.  I hate to stay in it simply because I hate to quit and so, for right now, I’m sincerely stymied.

It was one hot weekend.  A burning 107 degrees outside, drinking a couple of beers.  I started off to some Santana music.  Listened to the likes of "Black Magic Woman."  Hubby had called it the quits earlier, I found him inside, suggested some pool and a movie.  He was game. 

After the movie, I suggested we attend a swingers club.  "Seriously?" he asked.  I did not have to suggest twice.  Drove home, slipped into something small, clingy, suggestive and oh yeah….commando was in order for the night. 

It was cool, dark and hazy inside the club.  I ordered a malibu rum with pineapple juice at the bar where we decided to hang out.  We talked about a tatoo I’ve been wanting, belly piercing I’ve had on my to do list while I made some observations.  Plenty of scantily clad women, some a little overstuffed in their outfits.  A man approached us, told my husband he had a very pretty, pretty girl on his hands.  My husband agreed.  Then he proceeded to tell me he liked my shoes.  I told him they were called Delicious.  He asked me for my name.  "Same as the shoes, " I heard myself say, "Delicious."  We all laughed.

The action was heavy on the dance floor.  Women and men rubbing against each other.  Different people pairing up, making their way to different couples, grinding, touching and some licking going on.  An exposed titty here and there, girl boob on boob action.  Girls made their way up each other’s skirts and you can guess what was happening.  Men kept their hands to themselves unless it was with their own partner.  It was the women, I noticed, who initiated, approached, and offerred.  I decided it was time to hit the dance floor.  As we danced to some song of whose only words I caught were "pussy control" I couldn’t help but wonder, where were all the pretty people?  In my drunk stupor, I surmised….maybe "swinging" like line dancing, was invented by fat, ugly people who have no game.  It most certainly seemed to be the case at that moment.  Maybe we picked a bad night.

On our way out, we heard the DJ announce "ladies only" on the dance floor.  I decided, might as well check it out.  Two blonds approached me.  I was sandwiched!  I looked over at my husband, he was watching.  A jolt of wickedness stirred within me.  Thing is, the girls were yuuugggly!  I was going to make the best of it.  I wondered, would they let me touch their boobs…how far would they let me go?  How far would I be willing to explore?  And were my thoughts, along the lines of what men think when they see a female (drunk or not) coming at them?  And so, I turned one of the chicks around, her back to my front.  Ran my hands up and down the sides of her body, boobs and ass.  She felt too skinny, not enough curves or bounce.  I turned around, checked out the other chick, I went from ugly to uglier.  Then uglier tried to kiss me…no, no, no!  I decided I needed to get the hell out of there.  I exited, ended up by myself and a busty brunette made her way to me.  Her hands started at my hair and made their around my lands.  Interesting, I thought.  The irony, she said she liked my ass.  Something about people and ass!

Regardless of the yuggly girls, my husband was inspired.  He made his way to a vacant parking lot, told me to take off my dress.  I was naked, he was half naked when someone with a flashlight started to approach our car.  "Get your dress on!" he exclaimed.  As IF I knew where the darn thing was.  He found it, threw it at me and drove off before flashlight man got to our car.  And so, hubby drove home, half dressed with his pecker out of his pants.  I was completely naked, but hey, we had our seatbelts on.  LOL.  Every now and then he’d pull up next to someone’s car on my side.  Bastard!  This would set off the guy in the other car honking like a mad man.  LOL, I was cool though.