Rugby
It was a bright, sunny Wednesday. From the stands near the field I watched you play the championship rugby match. Muddy, bloody, rough, and rugged rugby. Your endless energy, strength, and stamina kept your team in the hunt to capture the world title again.
From the gallery I eagerly waved your team’s colors with every scrum and score, silently rooting you and your teammates on to glory. Behind the fashionably simple sunglasses, my alluring eyes watched your every elegant motion. Abruptly, then, the ball squirted out of a scrum and into the gallery where I was sitting. An uproar erupted when I grabbed the leather ball and heaved it back onto the playing field. You saw me there, yet you pretended to not notice. My heart trembled lightly with delicate sensations that shimmered through my veins.
After the tough-fought game that you won, I silently stood with others in queue for your autograph. But, you deliberately made me wait until everyone else had gone. Then, you asked my name and asked if I’d join you for dinner. I did, and sitting across the dinner table in front of candle light created perfect ambience to enjoy romantic fantasies. We talked and held hands, gently probing the other’s knuckles and palms and fingers. I saw a powerful paw of a hand cradling a porcelain rose petal.
Dinner done, you took me home, and we shared our first kiss at my door, good night. On Sunday it was raining heavily, so we took a room and discreetly vanished from the rest of the world. Alone together, the lust in you woke up like a violent ocean and the Diva in me took up and celebrated the ultimate pleasure and ravenous for effortless ecstasy and ultimate adventure experienced once and again. I lavished upon you all your desires and you have retreated lie neap tide for another arouse.
Rise again, our lust is an ocean and can never be surrendered.
Cum see me soon!
Brandi xoxo
