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Saturday, May 25, 2013

Guest Post-JESS HUNTER



ONE OF MY PASSIONS



I am passionate about fitness. Passionate is a nice word. I think about it all the time. Every decision I make, in some way, circles around the idea of fitness. If fitness were a woman, I would be a weird stalker man that is always right behind fitness, breathing heavy and sweating.



My nutrition and workout plans have changed drastically from one to another every few months. I have done everything you can think of, the fad stuff on late night TV, the extreme stuff your in-shape sibling dares you to try, the experimental stuff you wonder how people survive, all of it.



Several of my friends and family members (Sable...) question me about how strangely addicted I am to this part of my life, and I gasp. I am amazed that most people are NOT obsessed with improving that aspect of their existence. If you have a car, the LEAST you can do is gas it up when it's empty and change the oil every 7000 miles, right? Why wouldn't you treat your body the same way?



I was most recently on a crazy plan. Well, it was crazy to someone uninitiated into that world. For me, it seemed pretty intuitive. It came from a blog called Chaos & Pain by Jamie Lewis. His eating plan, dubbed the obnoxiously masculine (just the way I like it) Apex Predator Diet, was essentially a ketogenic diet (like Atkins) that focused primarily on organic (like Paleolithic) while eating meat almost exclusively off the bone, green vegetables and ridiculous amounts of supplemented animal proteins. The workout that came with it was equally as belligerent. It was 8-12 sets of 1-3 reps of 85-95% of your one rep max. (a weight you can only lift once)



I started as I start most things, enthusiastically and loudly, bragging about it to everyone who would listen and grunting and lifting things. Sable played along and called me her "little viking" and the "baby barbarian" even though deep down, she was probably as terrified of me as anyone else would be. She was just putting on a good sister show.



But today, something happened, something that does happen to me occasionally, and I'm glad I caught it quickly before it did any real damage.



Things started to grow stale. My mood was dipping, my testosterone was sinking (I can tell by my energy and sex-drive) and I was less and less excited to go to the gym. I was finding it difficult to get my work done and getting out of bed was the most strenuous part of the day.



But, because of all the experience I have with stupidly powerful determination and stubbornly relentless discipline, I understand exactly what I needed: a change.



I went and saw a movie to clear my head. (Hangover 3) Then i got two foot-long italian style subs from New York Pizza Co., one with italian sausage and red peppers, the other with chipped beef, mozzarella, and sauteed onions. I thought, and I read, and I researched.



And now, having decided on the ABC diet, (an exciting French creation) a bodybuilder's split of 2x days of moderate rep lifting, and a trip to Jamie's blog for motivation and closure, I feel a renewed vigor and energy. I feel great, like I just downed a two-liter bottle of Coke Zero. (sponsor)



Which, I did, also.



Moral of the story: and this is for everyone, not just Sable, embrace change. I know it can be scary. Routines are our friends in many ways. But you need it. And when things get rough, or tedious, or start to drag, seek out change. Don't change your goals, never give up your ambitions, but learn to feel comfortable trying new and different roads to get there.



Tonight, I'm doing posterior delts, rhomboids, hamstrings and forearm lifts with a triple cheeseburger and a protein shake. How about you?



Here is my email – let me hear from you – jesshunter247@gmail.com

Here’s my author page - https://www.facebook.com/ForAHero?ref=hl

And the link to my book - http://www.amazon.com/For-A-Hero-ebook/dp/B00CDAXAN4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1369518015&sr=1-1&keywords=for+a+hero

Speaking of passions, here is a passionate excerpt from my book - a sexy one.



David yawned. He was surprised that he had fallen asleep, especially since moments before Jenna had accompanied him to the room, she had been giving him clear signals of an exciting playtime to come. But somehow, he had resisted the urge to follow his rock-hard cock’s urging to tackle Jenna and do with her what nature told him to.

He let his eyes open groggily. No need to rush. He looked around and saw the beautiful hotel room he had gotten for them. The sheets were crisp. The light of the bedside lamp was so warm, gentle and unobtrusive that nobody would have trouble sleeping next to it. He looked down beside him, expecting to see Jenna’s sultry figure tucked up close.

She was gone. David’s eyes opened wider. Instantly he was alert. Raising his head, he saw her. Across the room was Jenna, wearing sexy black lingerie and fishnet stockings. She had a little crop in her hand in the fuzzy shape of a heart. David smiled. “What on Earth are you planning? You can’t be thinking you are going to use that on me, can you?”

“I don’t know. What are you going to do about it?” She swung it down crisply, letting it clap her toned thigh with a sensual snap.

David leaned forward and tried to bring his hand to his face to wipe the sleep from his eyes, but it wouldn’t come. He turned his head to see that his little rascal had handcuffed his wrists to the headboard of their bed. His cheer and cockiness quickly turned into something else, entirely. “Let me go,” he said the words slowly and succinctly.

“Why should I? I get the feeling that you won’t be letting me use my toy on you if I do. I think it would be better if I kept you bound for a little while. Plus, it’s so nice to watch your arms struggle against the cuffs. It must be rough to have all that strength and not be able to do anything about it, huh?”

She strutted toward him, biting the crop with her lips turned up. She felt more confident with her play, confident enough to make a few of her own little dreams come true.

David rattled his cage and strained against the cuffs. He was clearly uncomfortable being so helpless. Jenna saw the power grow in his face and the muscles of his shoulders. As she pulled her little outfit down far enough for perky, little tits to pop out the top, she could see something else of his growing too.

She began to crawl across the big bed toward him, crop in her teeth. Her breasts hung down below her, and their sway made a perfect swell of cleavage visible to him. As frustrated as his head was getting, his body was begging her to do what it needed her to do.

She pulled the sheets down past his chest and stomach, showing his muscle and skin. She placed the furry end of the crop on his chest and slowly drug it down his body, following the lines his musculature had drawn for her. Quickly, and without warning, she tipped it up, and brought it down hard on his nipple.

David shook violently beneath her and she hissed with pleasure. “Did that hurt?”

“No.” He answered harshly. His jaw was clenched and his biceps were pulling on the headboard so hard that it looked like it was bending. It was a good thing the wood was so thick.

“Too bad. I guess I shall try a little harder next time.”

David’s dick was standing at complete attention, throbbing with his heartbeat. It made the bed sheet that covered it dance and wave every second.

She brushed the tip of her small whip from David’s short sideburns down his cheek to his chest and slapped the other nipple as hard as she could. It hardened from the attention, and even though David would never admit the erotic blows stung, she could see his skin turning red from the force.

“If you do that again, so help me, I will –“

“What? You’ll do what?” Jenna interrupted him with two slaps to his stomach, leaving heart shape marks across the tight, flat expanse. If only she could have doodled like this during class, schoolwork would have been so much more fun.

David shook the bed. It clapped against the wall and made a lot of noise.

Jenna put her face next to David’s ear. “Relax, Honey. You’ll wake the neighbors. You have to be quiet while I show you my skills.” And she licked his earlobe as she pulled away.

David bared his teeth. God, she was sexy. “Skills, my ass! When I get out of this, I am going to spank you so hard that the neighbors will be complaining about your screaming instead of the bed moving.”

“That’s big talk for a man who’s shackled to the bedstead.” Jenna crinkled her nose mockingly at David as she let her eyes rove down his body toward the tent he pitched below her.



Thanks for reading



Jess









3 comments:

  1. I wish Jess all the best with his fitness and eating plan, if i was 30 years younger id try some of it. I really enjoyed the excerpt wish him all the best with it the world can never have to many heroes

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  2. It's good that you're passionate about fitness. My passion lies in baking : )
    Loved your book!

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  3. Jess this book was fantastic!!! I read Sable's books all the time! I cannot wait to read your second book (Sable said you are writing Blaine's story) I hope it will start with the job Blaine has lined up for David! Loved David and Jenna's story. Hope to see more of them in your second book!!!

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