My boyfriend

My boyfriend is quite a man. Most guys are so intimidated by my power, much less my beauty, that I can hardly get them to make a coherent sentence. My boyfriend started out like that, but he was very cute about it.

As much as I adore him, he can be forgetful. Much like today for example.

"You're not going anywhere until I get a proper kiss." I scolded him. He looked a bit taken aback, but that was probably because I was holding his 500 hp sports car back with only a couple of fingers. It took him a moment to understand what was going on as he pressed harder on the gas pedal. I waited patiently while it's wheels squealed loudly trying to escape the hold of my fingers on the frame of his door.

He smiled when he realized what had been happening. I was happening. I smiled back.

"So?" I blinked. He kissed me full on the lips, because he knows better not to. He took a moment to gather himself. I can take a lot out of a man.

A gentle push from me and he was propelled down the street faster than his car would ever have been capable of on it's own. Don't worry, he was wearing his seatbelt.

Crossfit...HA!

My current boyfriend- yes, I'm attempting a relationship- has been really into this crossfit stuff. It looks pretty challenging for normal people. Lot's of olympic looking lifts and stuff. I'm more used to lifting cars, trains, and tanks than barbells, but I could see where he'd get a good work-out. Of course, the above mentioned lifts arent much of a workout for me really.

One morning I saw him looking over the website.

"Didn't get a good enough workout last night?" I asked as I dried my hair.

"Oooh yeah. I'm a bit sore." He smiled. He smiles a lot lately. Of course, his girlfriend is the most powerful, and sexy, woman in the solar system. "I'm just looking at my workout for today."

"Can I see?" I bent over next to him. I was still a bit damp and very naked. You know me. Clothes optional.

"Why you gonna try it?"

"Right, cause I'd get a real good workout with 100 push-ups." I rolled my eyes. To prove my point, I took the push-up position on the floor, with one finger. "So how many?"

He laughed. "It says 100."

"So how about 100,000?" Pumping them out, I'm sure I was but a blur to him. I counted off, but it probably sounded like white noise to his ears. "...99,998, 99,999, 100,000."

"Took you long enough. 15 minutes." He chided. Wrong answer.

"How about a 100,000 more, smart-ass." This time I let my breasts slam into the floor on each rep. I laughed hysterically watching him grab hold of anything to keep himself steady from my localized earthquake. Each pounding of my chest cratered more of his bedroom floor out as well. That's what he gets!

"Okay! Okay! You win!"

"As if there was any doubt."