Sasha grunted as she stretched out her body in the middle of the living room floor, post-workout sweat in a thin layer against her skin.

Your girlfriend had never really been the girly type, in fact, she was quite the opposite. Sasha despised wearing dresses and skirts, makeup made her skin itch uncomfortably, and being traditionally lady-like was just not her style.

“Babe, can you get me a towel please?” Sasha grunted once more, glancing up. she knew you were there, watching, admiring.