Next Day

Despite the revelations of the day before, the next morning was strangely normal. We went about our daily routine like any other day, leaving the explosive topic untouched. It felt like a storm brewing beneath the surface, but for the time being, we left it to simmer.

Later in the day, I headed to the gym, needing to clear my head and keep my body active. Working out had always been a great stress reliever for me, and today was no different. But today, there was also a new face at the gym - Derek, the new fitness coach.

Derek was tall and well-built, with a confidence that seemed to radiate from him. He had an infectious smile and a personality that could make anyone feel comfortable. As he walked around the gym, helping out and offering advice, it was clear that he was knowledgeable and passionate about fitness.

We got to talking after my workout. He complimented me on my form and suggested a few exercises to help improve my strength. His approach was friendly, non-threatening, and it was easy to see why he was popular in the gym.

As we chatted, I couldn't help but think about the videos I had watched the previous day. Looking at Derek, I couldn't help but imagine him in those scenarios. His muscular physique, his confident demeanor - he fit the profile of the men in the videos.

A blush crept up my cheeks as I quickly tried to banish those thoughts. It felt wrong to objectify him like that, especially since he was nothing but professional and friendly. But the fantasies had opened a door in my mind, and now it seemed I couldn't close it.

As I left the gym, my mind was a whirl of thoughts and emotions. I knew I had to talk to my boyfriend about his fantasies, about what I had seen, about what I was feeling. But for now, I decided to let the storm continue to brew.