Basketball
Thursday, July 30th, 2009The fast-paced, boisterous game had just started and an uproar filled the air as I rushed into the already-filled arena. You played aggressively for the college team that day, as you had for the past three years. After the game you went to the partially empty park nearby and sat alone, untying your shoes. I sat across the fence excitingly talking to friends and other classmates. Your naughty eyes met my alluring petal-lidded eyes, filling me with emotion. You then withdrew shy as a recluse, leaving some suspense.
Again, later, I saw you in the city shopping center casually pushing the shopping cart to the cashier’s counter. I was leisurely picking up some snacks. You smiled and I waited at the corner. Waiting for you, who else?
At the gate we met and talked, and then we sat and talked some more in your car. You were turning volcanic, the hot magma spread moisture on your body wetting your T-shirt on your body, and you sat back. Slowly your hand started rubbing carefully, tenderly all over my belly; I sat like a tamed animal. The excitement in you arose like high tide and the Diva in me woke up. Together, we stormed like a hurricane. The unquenched thirst of lust showered us completely, and then we retreated for a small pause. That day was the best moment we shared.
Come again for a change. This tide is perennial.
See You Soon,
Brandi xoxo
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