So I’ve posted on and off here about the various escapades that I used to get up to with my (now ex) girlfriend. It was a pretty wild time in my life – being two rather horny young adults with a raft of kinks you’re desperate to try will do that to you, after all.
This particular encounter occurred during one of our lazy Saturday mornings together, where I’d been mouthing off a touch too much about my gym progress. For context, I’m a 6’, 72kg, fairly slim to average build – and my actual gym progress during this period could well have been described as having changed from ‘nothing doing’ to ‘maybe-something-minor doing’. Regardless, I was very proud, and way too smug about it.
Which is how my girlfriend came to suggest a bet, ostensibly with the intention of shutting me up about my ‘progress’ for the foreseeable future. It was a simple concept – if I could complete 50 pushups in front of her with a ‘minor’ handicap, I could continue bragging about my alleged fitness to my heart’s content. And if I couldn’t, she’d just have to gag me for the evening, to be rid of my arrogance.