The Eroticism of Exercise: The Blowfish Blog


Please note: This post, and the post that it links to, contain information about my personal sex life. Family members and others who don’t want to read about that stuff are advised that they probably don’t want to read this post.

I have a new piece up on the Blowfish Blog. And no, it’s not about cheating, or anything to do with cheating. I’m done with that for a while. It’s about the eroticism of exercise. The title, oddly enough, is The Eroticism of Exercise, and here’s the teaser:

I really wish I’d known about this years ago.

If I had, I would have gotten my ass to the gym long before I finally did.

I wish I’d known it years ago. Which is why I’m telling all y’all. It’s this:

Working out is hot.

I don’t mean that it makes you look hot and attractive: i.e., gives you a firmer body, better posture, a healthier and more attractive appearance generally. It does, but that’s not what I’m talking about.

And I don’t mean that it makes you feel hot and attractive: i.e., increases your libido, gives you better energy, makes you feel more comfortable in your own skin. It does, but that’s not what I’m talking about, either.

I mean that the activity itself is hot. Arousing. Sexually pleasurable.

Or it can be, anyway.

To find out more about exercise as a natural aphrodisiac, read the rest of the piece. Enjoy!

The Eroticism of Exercise: The Blowfish Blog

5 thoughts on “The Eroticism of Exercise: The Blowfish Blog

  1. 1

    Lucky you. I wish to hell I found working out pleasurable in any way, let alone erotic. The only means by which I can get through an hour on the treadmill is if I get the one with the TV on it.

  2. 2

    Well, you didn’t ask my advice, but I’m going to give it anyway:
    For the sweet love of Loki, find another form of exercise.
    If you hate the treadmill that much, do something else. Belly dance. Body surf. Play tennis. Bicycle. Take long walks. There has to be some form of vigorous physical activity that you don’t hate.
    Sorry if I sound didactic, but I am like a dog with a bone on this topic. In my experience, if I hate the exercise I’m doing, (a) it undoes all the wonderful stress reduction it’s supposed to be accomplishing, and (b) I won’t stick with it. And I hate, hate, hate it when experts insist that you have to exercise in a certain way to get the right benefit from it, instead of just encouraging people to find a form of exercise that they’ll enjoy. Fuck that noise.

  3. 3

    Yeah, yoga really turns me on, because the whole point is to become keenly attuned to your body, and as soon as I do that, I usually realize that I’m horny. The worst, or best, was one evening when I was attending a yoga class in the basement of a Unitarian church and the churchgoers upstairs were celebrating Beltane with this incredibly sexy pagan drumming. Damn.

  4. 4

    I consider myself fit and healthy and I get proper exercise 3-4 times a week. My wife’s the same, for our honeymoon we cycled through 4 European countries.
    But we both hate the gym. It’s really dull.
    So Greta is right – try something else. A lot of forms of exercise can be quite distracting – indoor climbing, racket sports, etc. Then you hardly notice you’re knackered out because you’re trying to work out how to get that next hold or hit that ball somewhere where your opponent can’t reach it.

  5. 5

    Most personal trainers are closeted (maybe not so closeted)sadists/doms, which is quite excellent if you’re a sub (or even a switch).

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