“He was like a God: the coolest guy in town… he was pure kryptonite and left me seeking more wildness in my life."
The surfer and writer Michaela Trimble has posted a truth so chilling many men, or at least those with partners who seek expert guidance to develop new skills, surfing, weights, whatever, will be unable to sleep.
At least, not without being haunted by vision of their gal sliding down another man’s royal column, their woman’s locomotion only coming to a rest when they land on the stud’s two herculean eggs or her virgin ring convulsing around a cock spurting jet after jet of hot goo.
Michaela Trimble, who is thirty-four and “looks like Sydney Sweeney without the tits”, has written for Vogue, Condé Nast Traveler, The Wall Street Journal. She posts stories on Substack under the handle, Babes in Transit. Her stories are aimed at “all the babes out there who are well traveled, spiritually curious, optimistically romantic—and very, very horny.”
In her latest post, “The Real Reason You Want to F**k Your Surf Instructor” the framework of attraction is laid out.
I trace the rippling muscles of his arms all the way to his bronzed chest. To his hair littered with natural highlights. To the damn-near twenty-pack that seems almost unnatural but somehow fits him perfectly.
He’s not my usual type. Yet I’m attracted to him.
It’s not just his looks.
It’s his presence.
She ain’t the only gal wanting a piece of their Surf Daddy.
Alexandra, 30, developed a love affair with a Mexican surf instructor during her holiday because he embodied endless, carefree fun with a touch of intensity. “He was like a God: the coolest guy in town and nine years younger than me. After years of being hyper-independent, he was pure kryptonite and left me seeking more wildness in my life long after our relationship ended.”
Then there’s Sarah, who, at 28, fell for a Chilean surfer while traveling in Bali. The attraction was so strong because he embodied the life she wanted for herself. “He was the coolest, wildest, most beautiful man I’d ever met. He turned me on because he lived on the edge, and I was longing to take risks, something he seemed to do so easily. What he brought out in me is a big reason I quit my job and moved to Latin America.”
At age 35 in Costa Rica, Ida had a love affair with her surf instructor and realized it was about giving herself permission to be spontaneous and live in the moment. “I was in-between lives, on a six-month sabbatical, and I arrived having never had a spontaneous love affair. It was liberating.”
And so on. All very good reading for the single man.
Question to the below the liners, have you ever sent your woman off for surf lessons, naively reassured that she has only eyes for you, or to the private trainer whom your’ll later read in the tabloids has the biggest cock in Bondi,
Did it end well or go poorly? Anonymity ok.