MVP…most valuable pussy
Pulling this one from the vault (Nov. 2, 2010) considering the Giant Fever going on around these parts! Yay! collective fever.
Of course this last two weeks San Francisco has been all about the Giants, we have been in a collective state of craziness.
People have many superstitions when it comes to their sports. Some guys at work wore the same clothing all week and wore their hats turned and crimped in certain positions. Some girls I know only wore orange panties and swore that the one day the Giants lost was the one day they didn’t don the orange panties.
I am not a huge sports fan, but I do like it when the action develops towards a team from my city, or from my home city. My personal superstition developed in the playoffs, with my new steady cock. I tried to be a good girl and watch the game with you, but my slutty hands could never keep to themselves and would frequently find their way to you cock. Soon my hands were not enough– my lips would then need a taste, just a little kiss at first–I mean we were trying to watch the game and all.
Back and forth, my hands, my lips, sweet kisses to the head of your cock, teasing the slit, trying to get a taste of that strong precum flavor. It would not take long for me to end up on my knees in front of your cock licking and sucking while the Giants streamed behind my back and your cock filled my mouth. Night after night your dick would end up in my mouth, we never made it past the fourth inning without your solid trunk filling my hungry little mouth.
The one game we lost in the playoffs and the one we lost in the series were because I was unable to get your branch in my mouth until the bottom of the 8th inning. I became convinced, it became my superstition that it was mandatory that I administer my winning blow job sometime within the first four innings. It is my humble opinion that my blow jobs have helped lead the San Francisco Giants to the 2010 World Series win!!!!
Yeah! my mouth! Yeah Giants! Yeah sweet hard cock!
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another gem.
I may be revising my opinion of the value of professional sports teams… whatever will you do now that the Giants have won? The bats and balls all packed away for the winter…
I’m sure the 7th inning stretch was delicious!
I think the team would have appreciated your work on thier behalf
Yay team! Congratulations! I’m embarrassed to admit that I didn’t even know the world series was happening.
As an on-again, off-again baseball and hockey fan I am very acquainted with superstitions. I know no other group of people who is so prone to them as sports fans. So it makes perfect sense to me that your powerful BJs helped your Giants win the Series.
(congrats, BTW, on finding a regular who’s able to keep up with you).
– PB
How happy would you be if Yankee 3B Alex (A-Rod) Rodrieguez came to play for the Giants? I know you’d root for a team a man named A-Rod.
country boy: thank you
rtist: well there is always football, though I am not a 49ers fan, though I do not really need a reason to taste cock everyday, other than I like it!
Oversexed Librarian: yummy
khavren: yes, it took me much practice to become the seasoned veteran I have become, I think they would have too.
Elsie: thanks for the read.
The Panserbjørne:ahh, thank you sweets.
Brad: I may actually become and official sports fan after all.
The crowd at the ball game
is moved uniformly
by a spirit of uselessness
which delights them—
all the exciting detail
of the chase
and the escape, the error
the flash of genius—
all to no end save beauty
the eternal—
So in detail they, the crowd,
are beautiful
for this
to be warned against
saluted and defied—
It is alive, venomous
it smiles grimly
its words cut—
The flashy female with her
mother, gets it—
The Jew gets it straight— it
is deadly, terrifying—
It is the Inquisition, the
Revolution
It is beauty itself
that lives
day by day in them
idly—
This is
the power of their faces
It is summer, it is the solstice
the crowd is
cheering, the crowd is laughing
in detail
permanently, seriously
without thought
i would love to be your bat(ter) for this series.