Suzanne Portnoy

‘How’s your love life?’ said my personal trainer last night.  I suppose he was wondering about it as I hadn’t volunteered any information and this was suspect as usually I spend a good hour relaying my latest adventure, in between huffing and puffing.

‘You know,’ I said.  ‘Much of a muchness.  Usual threesome on Friday night.  That was horny.’

‘Two guys?’ he said. ‘In there?’  He was making a shape with two fingers indicating double penetration.

‘Yes.  That’s the one,’ I replied, whilst doing my 5000th lunge.  Well, it felt like my 5000th lunge although it was probably my 60th or thereabouts.  After thirty or so, it hardly matters as I can hardly feels my legs.   ‘It’s been going on for about 6 months or so, once a month.’

‘Isn’t it time for some new blood?’ he said.

‘Yes.  Probably.  I just can’t be bothered.  Some of the ones from my past have come back again.  I don’t actually think I have time for anyone new.  Why, know anyone?’

We were sitting on the floor at this point, each with the soles of our feet together, doing a deep inside thigh stretch.  I really love that stretch.   I could almost see his mental rolodex scrolling through his wealthy City clients.

‘No,’ he said.

‘You’re useless.’

Still, it was nice to know he was looking out for me even if I’m not really on the look-out for anyone new at the moment.  After my four hour sess on Friday night, I’m feeling very satisfied.  Funny that.