Photographer: Golden (furious fotog)
Coming November 16, 2016
when you started Modeling?
career what you wanted to pursue or was it something you came in to?
in 5 words.
covers have you been on?
books that you’re the model of?
take for your tattoo?
Nickname? If so, why did you get
the gym one day. He looked over and just said ‘you’re a Tank!’ After that the
name just stuck.
want to know, who takes the photos that you post on Instagram of you in bed?
Honestly, it is mostly done by remote on my phone or DSLR
are you most passionate about?
guilty pleasure food?
morning, what would we find you doing?
do you find most appealing in a person?
to say to your fans?
corner of the world. I live an amazing life filled with challenges and joys but
it’s always a thrill. At almost 40 and a father of two, I would never have
guessed that I would be on the covers of books and I couldn’t be happier to see
yet another opportunity to challenge myself.
EXCERPT FROM RESUSCITATE ME
I’m not dressed to lift weights in jeans and a polo.”
wine eliminated my nervous inhibitions, making it easier to flirt. “Please? You
don’t have to lift much. I just want to see it. I think it’s the sexiest thing
in the world.”
perfect row of top teeth clamped onto it. The bristles of his beard shifted
just below his mouth. My breathing slowed as my attention zeroed in on his
actions, wondering what he tasted like. Wondering what it would feel like to
have him bite me with those teeth.
your imagination.” He strutted over to the bench and straddled it before
lowering himself into position. As his eyes locked on mine, he lifted one side
of his mouth, and the entire room became stifling with the heat of my desire.
one swift movement, he lifted it out of the resting grooves. He slowly lowered
it to his chest, never taking his eyes off mine, and then raised it high above
his head. Even without weight disks, it was sexy as hell. I could’ve watched
him for hours, but my feet decided to take control and lead me to him. He
continued the motions of working out effortlessly while tracking my movement.
compliment and then let him drive me home. But I did have wine. Three
glasses—maybe it was four. So nothing prevented me from straddling the bench
and climbing onto his lap. I sat there with my hands splayed across his tight
abs and stared into his deep forest orbs, not once questioning myself why I’d
done it. It had seemed like a good idea, so I went for it.
pull his hands away.
increases his testosterone, which leads to muscle growth and improves
strength.” The confidence in my tone would’ve surprised me had I been sober.
However, it seemed to have completely shocked him into silence while he
continued to lie there and watch me. “I figured I’d help you out with that…not
like you need more testosterone.”
Olympic bar above him. The next, his hands were gripping my hips so hard my
bones ached. He tugged me forward a few inches until my pelvis lined up with
his. The harsh movement caused me to topple forward a bit, and I had to hold
myself up by his pecs to keep from completely falling into his hard body.
he gritted out through tight lips and clenched teeth. “…then sit right here and
feel my muscle grow.” It was obvious his control was in danger of slipping
left behind a sheen of perspiration on my chest. It polluted my lungs until my breaths
were strained and thick, clogged with lust and heady desire. Had there not been
a fire kindling between my legs, I might’ve felt the effects of his words
brighten my cheeks and scorch the edges of my ears.
need to, because he used his hold on me to do it himself. His fingertips dug
into the flaming ball of nerve endings at the cusp of my back, just before the
rise of my ass. He pressed his thumbs into the hollow spaces above my hips as
he slowly rocked me against him. Every push, every pull, added friction to my
clit through my jeans and had me growing wetter.
pressure building low in my abdomen, I dropped my head forward and released a rumbling
moan. My lips parted and a wave of pleasure masked in air escaped. I hadn’t
realized my eyelids had fallen closed until my posture changed without warning.
I now sat in an upright position with his face close to mine. Humid air
billowed against my cheek, turning my skin sticky and unbearably warm from his
strained breaths. My fingers found their way to his shoulders where I held on
for the ride he provided. No longer were his ministrations slow, but fast and
hard. He didn’t just rocket my hips against his, he pushed his hips upward to
add even more friction.
About Leddy Harper