Football Victory
The boisterous football game was almost done, the noise and dust subsiding. Our college team shed much blood and sweat to claim the champion’s prize. The mayhem wreaked on the opposition thrust our team to glory in the victory circle.
After the final gun, you briskly, gleefully jogged toward me. Like a boy who’d won his first footrace, your roughly bearded face beamed a Cheshire cat grin. I was a bit miffed and infuriated by your taking me so for granted, but your widened eyes were strangely intense, burning with the high tide of lust that winning had raised to its apex.
I was embarrassed by your unexpected appearance. But even so, I steeled my nerves and decided to gratify your raging lust for sensual pleasure, something you always wanted from me but which I had always denied. Today, I thought, is your day. Today, we celebrate.
We walked to the rustic old structure near the gurgling brook, a grimy, abandoned building belonging to my grandfather. All alone inside, we vanished behind the straw. The man in you woke up. Tenderly, carefully, you traced every square centimeter of my velvety skin, inflaming every passion in us both. Ravenous for effortless ecstasy and ultimate pleasure, the secret of every sensual feeling, you licked the nectar from me and reveled in reaching a higher state of being through amorous adventure and ecstatic exploration.
Come again to celebrate again.
Brandi xoxo
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