Just got my first certification for my personal trainer track. Kinesiology exam was brutal, but I aced it. Celebrated by powerlifting my boyfriend against the wall and riding him until I came so hard I saw stars. That post-workout soreness is nothing compared to how my pussy feels right now. He always knows how to turn my 'fuck yeah, I did it' energy into 'fuck me, I'm yours.' Thinking about opening my own gym feels less like a dream and more like a promise I'm going to keep. For us.