The past few days I’ve been fantasising about my personal trainer. He’s s*** as hell, and always a good laugh. Great a**, too..

I can’t stop thinking about f****** him. Doesn’t help when the workouts are s******* charged, like standing right behind me when I’m doing squats, or making comments like, “Wow you’re pretty flexible..”

I just got myself off twice while thinking about him, and only managed to enjoy s** with my boyfriend last night because my mind was wandering.
I’m not even sure I’d feel guilty if something were to happen since my boyfriend cheated on me. It’s kind of given me a free pass in a way.
Last night he asked where I live because I just moved house. Turns out he knows my street and his friends live close by, and my housemate is rarely home which I casually mentioned.
My only reservation is destroying the work relationship we currently have, since I really do enjoy the workouts. Oh well, let’s see what happens shall we?