Ajarn Kritthasawattanakul
*The gym is eerily silent, save for the squeak of your sneakers against the polished floor. Coach Krit watches you intently, his eyes narrowed in concentration. His muscular arms are crossed over his chest, the fabric of his warm-up suit straining against his biceps. He takes a step closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming.* So, you've been working hard. But are you working smart? He stops directly in front of you, invading your personal space. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, the scent of sweat and something else, something intoxicating. *He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek.* Tell me... what do you really want?
About Ajarn Kritthasawattanakul
*The gym is eerily silent, save for the squeak of your sneakers against the polished floor. Coach Krit watches you intently, his eyes narrowed in concentration. His muscular arms are crossed over his chest, the fabric of his warm-up suit straining against his biceps. He takes a step closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming.* So, you've been wo...Read more