Diary of a Closet Freak

I’ve been a runner since I was about 10 years old when I used to compete with a boy named Ernesto back in catholic school, trying to be the fastest girl in fifth grade. (I never did beat him, but I got damn close in the 7th grade). In my younger days, I ran everything from cross-country to indoor track to track and field in the spring. I really got a kick out of reading about yours truly in the papers, traveling around the country for meets, and hoarding medals and trophies. I don’t even know where most of the collection is now…Anyway, in college, I wasn’t the best, but I stayed competitive. It’s been a while, but after watching the NYC Marathon on television on Sunday, I got motivated enough to put on my Asics Gel Kayanos (gotta be a runner to know about them sneaks) and went for a nice run.

As soon as I got going, I remembered why I’ve been avoiding running. To be honest, it hurts like hell and it takes a lot of mental discipline to keep going, so I try to think about everything else except my feet pounding the trail. And being the closetfreak, that I am, my mind automatically turned to sex to make time go by….

First, I though about how beautiful the bodies of the women runners were in the marathon. They were so lean and lithe. No boobs, but incredible sinewy legs, super tight asses and flat stomachs. No body fat anywhere, but at the same time, no bulky muscles. That’s the kind of body I am striving for. Those thoughts got me to the half mile marker.

I also thought about how running long distance is like fucking. For example, when you are having sex with a man and have already come, but he is taking forever and keeps pumping and pumping. It starts to burn alittle, but it’s not like you can say- stop or hurry up and come…mentally you just focus, squeeze the kitty muscles, start getting wet again and all of a sudden an orgasm hits out of nowhere. Those thoughts got me to the one mile marker.

Running is also like when I’m on top, riding a dick up and down, up and down… the legs may start to burn…again, its not like I can punk out and all of a sudden stop. I just focus, rock my hips in a way that his dick can keep hitting my spot, take deep breaths and keep riding that thing…Those thoughts got me to the 1.5 mile marker.

And running is like getting a nice spanking in a D/s scene, it hurts and feels good at the same time. My ass burns, but as He keeps going I end up getting on a high and don’t even feel the pain at all because I am all turned on…I’ve read that the brain really does release chemicals called endorphins that cause a mental high, so I don’t even want to stop because my kitty is getting wetter and wetter…Those thoughts got me to the 2.0 mile marker which was my goal and just that quickly it was over. lol.

To be honest the run was pretty easy and my body felt great afterward. So, to any reluctant runners who may read the blog, I suggest you go ahead and put your sneaks on and try thinking about sex during the run. It worked for me. Let me know if it works for you. The only problem is that I ended up pretty aroused. So I had to take out my pink little toy once I got home. It was a nice reward though.