More Heavy Breathing, PLEASE!

A Lady Has Certain Needs...

...and sometimes those needs will be met with, shall we say, mechanical assistance.

Of course, it's not exactly the same. In some ways it's better; you set the desired speed to accomplish your main goal and let time take care of the rest. The machine starts up. It feels different, but in a way that's still familiar. Your heartbeat quickens. You begin to sweat ever so slightly, then your body gets warmer...warmer... You're fully warmed up quickly -- faster than the analog version. It's SO fast.

Don't stop.

You're edging closer. You can feel it. You miss the comforting build-up and anticipation you're used to, but you appreciate this for what it is. It builds. That's the speed, right there.

Don't stop.

It's direct. It's intentional. It's controlled. Your breath quickens. Sweat droplets run down your back. You wonder if anyone hears you breathing. It's all you can do to keep quiet. Your breath starts controlled, then quickens until you feel like panting. It's rhythmic. Primal. It feels SO GOOD.

DON'T STOP.

Then, suddenly...it's all over. Covered in sweat, you wonder how it happened so quickly.

And just like that, you've replaced the wild ecstasy of your favorite activity with a mechanical alternative -- a treadmill.

Whatever gets that heavy breathing going is a-ok in my book. Happy speed play, friends.

Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh.

XOXO,

T