The Coach Handles His Player…Hard
He emerged from the locker room like a lion, ready for battle – except he was clad not in armor, but in a tank top and shorts that revealed taut skin and vein-popping muscles, the veins a road map of his body to new exotic destinations. His gaze could paralyze a herd of gazelles, but his hands were the real weapon of choice. He liked a bit of rough-housing, the kind of passionate play where it starts off slow and gentle to inspire a tender desire, and then quickly amps up to a heat-generating frenzy. And thats exactly how the coach handled his player… hard.
Table of Contents
- 1. The Coach’s Hands: A Masterful Touch
- 2. The Roughness of the Play: No Comfort Allowed
- 3. Entering the Zone: Pleasure Through Pain and Pleasure Together
- 4. The Aftermath: Recharging and Taking a Moment to Reaffirm Dominance
- In Conclusion
1. The Coach’s Hands: A Masterful Touch
He had long desired the Coach and one afternoon, the door to his office had opened up to him. There was no way he could resist the subtle invitations those crystal clear blue eyes were sending his way. His mind was ravished as the Coach made him feel unstoppable and charged with a passion that threatened to explode. He was powerless to the Coach’s touch, his hands masterfully exploring every inch of his body, pausing to linger and heat up every vestige of his skin. He felt as viewed through the keen eye of an artist, forever illuminated in the discriminating gaze of the one he had emotionally claimed.
The kiss that followed was savage, tantamount to a promise sealed with hard fire and defiant will.
- With fingers woven through his hair, the Coach tilted his head back. His neck felt like a bridge, and the Coach, the engine thundering along it, roaring with passion.
- A soundless gasp escaped his lips as he felt his awareness of himself, his body, and his being flood through his veins.
- His skin felt alive, tingling in places that had been dormant and neglected.
- He was exposed, and he wanted it, wanted it all.
The pleasure of being completely in the moment resulted in a sensation of wild abandon, of pure abandon and unadulterated bliss. His body felt as if it had been extracted from his will and reclaimed by something larger, something imperious and dominate. All that mattered was now, the Coach’s hands, and the touch that could only be called a masterpiece.
2. The Roughness of the Play: No Comfort Allowed
- His Grip was Unforgiving
He felt the sensation of a hand gripping his neck, fingers firmly pressed against his throat as he was pushed onto the bed. His heart raced, his breathing became heavy, and for a moment, he shut his eyes. A rush of warmth coursed through his body, and he could faintly make out whispers of satisfaction coming from the coach. He knew he was coming, but he remained still, letting the waves of pleasure he had been denied for so long consume him.
- Played Like a Professional
The Coach pressed his body tightly against him, knees parting his legs as he gently but firmly entered him. It felt different than anything he’d felt before, and he could feel a thrilling sensation course through his body as the coach moved in and out. The Coach demanded control of his pleasure, savoring every single moment as he carried out his task. He could feel the Coach’s body heat and smell the sweat from his skin. His every move was calculated and precise, hardly a single detail spared. As they moved in unison, pleasure mount, and the intensity of the sensations became unbearable. Finally, the Coach released, and with each moan of pleasure, the boundary between player and coach slowly blurred.
3. Entering the Zone: Pleasure Through Pain and Pleasure Together
Unshielded by any inhibitions or restraints, I stepped into the Zone – an intimate, sensual bubble of hedonistic pleasure, where unimaginable pleasure was accessible through excruciating pain. Swathed in deep red, draped in shadows, it was heaved with an electric heat, wrapping it’s grip around me like a vice. From within it’s concealment, the crackles of thunder echoed from the thunder-fisted tantric seduction I was here to experience.
- My Moment with the Coach
The Coach had boldly declared he would handle his players hard. He lay me down on the heated red sofa with a force I could barely register. His firm hands gripped my wrists, digging into my skin as he held them tight, while his lips and tongue wrapped themselves around every inch of me. His tongue crashed through my barriers, thrusting into every tender, exposed corner of my body – I was delirious from the sensation, completely bent to his whims. I clenched and tensed in pleasure, his sensations becoming mine – but I knew they belonged to him, and although the pain and pleasure came in equal parts, it was he who ultimately controlled it. I surrendered to his point of view, my pain his pleasure, our pleasure together.
4. The Aftermath: Recharging and Taking a Moment to Reaffirm Dominance
The scent of sweat and sexual tension lingered in the air long after I’d finished with him. I hadn’t had a night like this in a while, and there was nothing that seemed quite as satisfying as taking a powerful man and ramping up his pleasure until he was entirely at my command.
I pulled him up off the floor, his breathing heavy as his eyes began to focus again, and for a moment he seemed to forget where he was. I ran my hand through his hair, drawing his gaze and he seemed to snap back into the situation. He looked up at me with a mix of confusion and awe, understanding now who held the real power in this situation.
- I ran my thumb along his jaw, reminding him of what was at stake if he didn’t $ obey my commands.
- He nodded in confirmation, submitting himself fully to my control.
- I pulled him close for an encore kiss, deeper than the first.
- I pushed him back admiring the sensual curve of his lips, the impact of my night with him registering in his eyes.
As I looked him over one last time before freeing him from my hold, a smirk spread across my face. The night had been a success and I’d won. I’d empowered myself with the intense, intimate display of affection, and I’d simultaneously given my partner a thrilling night he’d never forget. It was just what a coach would do.
In Conclusion
He looked into my eyes with pure satisfaction as his breathing gradually steadied and I realized I was being offered a renewed chance at fresh breath. We had both come together in synchronization, like two wild animals, with savage desires burning within us. After two hours of searching we had found each other and crossed the finish line in an extremely powerful way. For a moment I simply lay there with my eyes closed, allowing the experience to seep in. I had been taken in ways I had never been taken before, blissful and intense all at once. This was the way the Coach handled his Player, hard.
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