“What are you doing?!” I ask, wide-eyed. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to fuck you.” “But I’m too heavy!” The protest falls from my lips before I can think better of it. Decades of conditioning have made me worry about the size of my body, self-love and body positivity be damned. His stern dom demeanor breaks for a moment. “You’ve got to be shitting me, Ari. I’m twice your size. I can deadlift over a thousand pounds. So shut up and let me fuck you.” “O-okay, fine. Sorry for doubting your gym bro credentials!” I snap back at him.
