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(Blogging as Shawn, the female character)
Confessions of a College Athlete
I have a problem.
Actually, I have four problems.
Leo, Slater, Finn, and lastly...Knox.
You'd think it would be a blessing right? A hot male roommate (who still sleeps with a stuffed unicorn but whatever), and sleeping a few feet away from three other hot guys who have no shame whatsoever.
They also don't care that I hear them at night.
The moaning is always loud.
The people that go in and out of their room always seem so satisfied I wonder if I've been doing everything wrong.
I mean, my last boyfriend didn't put that look on my face and I'd like to think he always put in an A for effort.
The point is this: These guys, they're not normal guys, they're sexy as hell, funny, and they won't leave me alone!
One brings me coffee--you know after accidentally "helping" turn my shower water hotter.
The other gives me rides (not that kind!)
And my room mate well he's just trying to protect me from the worst of the lot.
Knox. Tate.
Imagine if Ryan Gosling and Channing Tatum got it on then decided to procreate.
The result?
Knox.
He's a sexed up Disney prince on steroids and I can't stop wanting to stare at him.
And he can't seem to stop bumping into me, touching me, the guy gave me the best massage of my life.
Without. Hands!
HOW?
I guess, I just needed to get it all out.
I can't tell my parents.
What would I say? Oh there's these four guys, yay for college and exploring my body?
No. They would murder me.
Lock me up.
The guys aren't letting me forget that they're there for every need. And I'm starting to wonder what's so bad about them being helpful in the first place?
Maybe they're wearing me down.
Maybe they're just driving me to insanity.
Or maybe, I should just take Knox's offer of friendship and see where it goes.
AH, until next time.
--Athlete with four problems
Confessions of a College Athlete
I have a problem.
Actually, I have four problems.
Leo, Slater, Finn, and lastly...Knox.
You'd think it would be a blessing right? A hot male roommate (who still sleeps with a stuffed unicorn but whatever), and sleeping a few feet away from three other hot guys who have no shame whatsoever.
They also don't care that I hear them at night.
The moaning is always loud.
The people that go in and out of their room always seem so satisfied I wonder if I've been doing everything wrong.
I mean, my last boyfriend didn't put that look on my face and I'd like to think he always put in an A for effort.
The point is this: These guys, they're not normal guys, they're sexy as hell, funny, and they won't leave me alone!
One brings me coffee--you know after accidentally "helping" turn my shower water hotter.
The other gives me rides (not that kind!)
And my room mate well he's just trying to protect me from the worst of the lot.
Knox. Tate.
Imagine if Ryan Gosling and Channing Tatum got it on then decided to procreate.
The result?
Knox.
He's a sexed up Disney prince on steroids and I can't stop wanting to stare at him.
And he can't seem to stop bumping into me, touching me, the guy gave me the best massage of my life.
Without. Hands!
HOW?
I guess, I just needed to get it all out.
I can't tell my parents.
What would I say? Oh there's these four guys, yay for college and exploring my body?
No. They would murder me.
Lock me up.
The guys aren't letting me forget that they're there for every need. And I'm starting to wonder what's so bad about them being helpful in the first place?
Maybe they're wearing me down.
Maybe they're just driving me to insanity.
Or maybe, I should just take Knox's offer of friendship and see where it goes.
AH, until next time.
--Athlete with four problems
Four guys.
Constant moaning.
And a revolving door across the college suite I somehow ended up in because my first name is Shawn.
They don't discriminate. Girls. Guys. Grandmas. Plants (okay maybe not plants) all walks of life stroll in stressed to the brim, and leave so satisfied I'm wondering what sort of talents lie behind that door.
My roommate calls them the pleasure ponies.
But the rest of the college campus?
They just call them the new face of Wingmen Inc. A paid for relationship service that makes big promises.
Breakup? They'll glue you back together again.
Depressed? They have the magic pill.
Lonely? Just spend a few minutes while they rub you down and you'll forget all about it.
And broken hearts? Well, that's their specialty. They'll fix you.
For a price…
I swore I wouldn't get involved.
But apparently they like a challenge, and a girl who doesn't put up with their BS is basically like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
They. All. Charged.
But one holds my attention above the rest.
Knox Tate looks like a Viking — and getting pillaged is starting to look more appealing by the day. Though he's hiding something — all of them are. And the closer I get. The more I realize that some things are left better in the past.
You've read reverse harem books before — but you've never read one like this. It's not what you think, or is it? Dive in and find out…
Knox, Leo, Finn, and Slater are waiting, and they aren't patient men.
Welcome to the new face of Wingmen Inc — You're welcome.
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Awesome education :) Sounds like a great read. I thanks for sharing.
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