He nuzzled my neck last night and used his funny “movie voice” on me, “What are you doing later, pretty lady?” I giggled and pushed against his warm body with the back of mine.
“Nothing, Coach,” I said quietly so our teammates couldn’t hear me. “You wanna fuck me senseless again?”
“Yes I do,” he replied and squeezed my hips with his hands. My fingers laced through the chain-link of the dugout and I closed my eyes and thought about the quickie we shared before our ride to the diamond.
This is such a different man from whom I used to know. I’m still holding my breath, but also trying enjoy the sweetness. It’s a strange place to be. As usual.
How long does it take for the unusual to become usual??
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If you don’t include your Twitter handle, your post URL, and whether or not you want to be anonymous, I’m not going to do any investigating, but also won’t assume anything. So be sure to have all the info I ask for every single time! No blog post required if you just want to post on mine!
Also, only post your Boobday pic on Fridays and always include the Boobday button in the post and a link back to me.
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