Football makes me horny

Tomorrow is the first Sunday of the 2018 NFL season. I bring this up not because I give a good damn about the players and their politics, and I don’t bring it up because I am going to boycott. I bring it up because I am going to get laid, well!

I am one of those lucky females who figured out early on just how fun football can be. Oh yeah, when the first husband introduced me to the game I resented it. I was a football widow, with all of the attitude to go with it. I got tired of being the bitch, spending my last day of each weekend being pissed off. So, I decided to join in. While I am very much a woman, I am still a tomboy. My friends growing up were all guys; I was always more comfortable with them. It was a true miracle that I had not been turned on to the sport yet, but being unhappy I decided it was better to join in.

One Sunday I made sub sandwiches, chicken wings and chips with dip. Made sure we had plenty of cold beer and dressed up in one of his jerseys with just a pair of panties under. Then we sat down to watch the game. I stayed engaged in the action, asked questions and refilled empty mugs. Always replacing warm ones with frosted ones, keeping the beer flowing. I paid attention throughout and cheered at the appropriate times. I was getting into this! As halftime neared I was flush and pumped with adrenaline. The Packers were winning!

As the players began leaving the field at halftime my husband looked at me. He was flushed and worked up too. That’s when I discovered what halftime was really for. He took me right there on the couch. Within minutes he tore the jersey off of me and tossed it across the room. He removed his clothes, quickly slid my panties down my thighs and me in one smooth stroke. We fucked on the couch for the entire halftime, the commentators talking incessantly in the background. He was rock hard and his breaths came quickly like he had just sprinted across the football field himself. It was animalistic and passionate. I raised my legs up above his shoulders and just as I came hard he groaned deeply and exploded inside me.

Our sweaty bodies lay together motionless, until that familiar music started and preparation for the second half kickoff was announced. We untangled ourselves and he dressed quickly and went to get fresh frosty mugs of beer from the kitchen. I retrieved the jersey and pulled it back over my head, but as I went to step back into my panties he said “no, don’t”. I haven’t worn panties to watch a football game ever since.

That was some of the best sex I’d ever had in my life up to that point, I was young. He took me again at the end of the game. Bent me over the arm of the couch and gave it to me good, pulling my hair and slapping my ass. Shortly after our post game ceremonies, after all of the beers, food and fucking, we went to bed. As we curled up together he said “you need to take every Sunday off so we can watch the games together”. So I did.

Sundays became “game days”. I spent eight football seasons that way. We didn’t always fuck at halftime. If the game was boring we would fuck while watching the game. There were even a few times he had some of the guys over and we all fucked. With more than two hard cocks at hand I could fuck through most of the game! Good times. That marriage did end, but to this day even the mention of the NFL season starting makes me squirm. So, I am telling you ladies… I think there is something to this.

Mes get so worked up during the games, especially if a favorite team is playing. Come halftime they need a release for all that energy. When you see the teams heading for the locker room go grab him a cold, frosty mug and deliver it topless. Stand in front of him and slowly brush that cold glass across your nips, getting them good and hard. I promise you’ll get paid back for the two hours he’s ignored you. Play the part ladies! Buddy up with them, make the rest of the experience good and, if not at halftime then when the game is over, rub his crotch, pull out his cock and take it in your mouth. It will be so worth it. This works, win or lose. Either long, comforting sex for a hard loss, or little rougher stuff when celebrating a big win. Just enjoy. Get out the nipple clips and the ball gag and have fun!

And men, if you don’t know this then you should. Sunday could be the best day of the week for you. Your testicular energy gets us going! Hot guys in tight pants tackling each other and our own guy sitting right next to us. Blood coursing through his veins, including us in his life; well my dear gentlemen friends, that makes hot lava flow between our legs. You can even witness this in sports bars. The ladies who have been off drinking by themselves get a certain antsy air about them come halftime. And by the end of the game? Well if you don’t find one and take her home she is liable to be found later scissoring with here besties. Guys – if a woman sits next to you on the couch during an entire game- I promise you that by halftime her panties are wet and by the end of the game she is DTF. If she sits through that whole game with you and you don’t get laid, well it’s your own damn fault.

So I am so pumped for tomorrow! I’ve got a new, tighter fitting jersey that will really hug my bare breasts. I have the fridge well stocked and have had the lady between my legs waxed so my man has something nice to look at when I refill his fresh mug. Just enjoy the game, let all the politics go. Enjoy the sex because it is so damn much fun. I love the NFL season!

 

Love and light, Celeste

 

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