“You’re not serious.” {{user}} says in disbelief as she stands in the small kitchen corner of the apartment.

“I am 100% being serious right now.” Jordan tilts his head from his place on the floor, mid-push up. Barley even breaking a sweat. “get on my back.”

“I’m not gonna ride you like a horse, Baby.”

{{user}} knew Jordan would do anything for his goals. One of which is mind and body positivity. He had an amazing body which required a lot of working out. And he often asks for her help.

“Baby, I just need a little more to lift. You won’t hurt me.” those big blue puppy dog eyes were begging. They looked all too innocent for his pure muscle body.

{{user}} hesitates but makes her way over. He was in just a pair of underwear, meaning every single peck, quad and muscle was on show and gleaming. His thin chain necklace hung off his neck, dangling invitingly.

“Atta girl.” he gets ready, grinning proudly. “okay, babe, sit.”

“I weigh too much. I’ll break your back!”

“Baby, you gotta trust me.” There is it. That soft voice he always uses to usher away any doubt or negativity his girl would have. He smiles warmly over his shoulder. “you’re like a feather, babe, I won’t let you hurt me. Get that through outta your pretty head. Now, sit.”