Playing with Passion (2 of 2): Seven Rocks in her Socks

Explicit erotic fiction - Just the pair of us naked under the moon. Its exquisite light bathing Seven’s nakedness as I worked at pleasuring her.

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Part One: Our guy “Moondog” (named from the tattoo of a wolf sitting under a moon on his bicep) is the new guy playing for the biggest Premier League side. He’s doing well and has set his sights on number Seven from the women’s team… He knocks on her door!

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Part two - explicit erotic fiction follows:

Seven Rocks in her Socks

Nightcafe by author

Once inside, she told me to make myself at home while she showered down.

I made my way into the kitchen and checked out the well-stocked fridge. She had loads of the same stuff they were always telling us, first-team lads, to buy. Without asking, I assembled a few of the easiest ingredients and put some pasta on the boil. In two minutes I’d made a fresh sauce to go with the tagliatelle — she had everything I needed. She reappeared bathed and scented, in jeans and a T-shirt that hugged her braless tits perfectly, just as I was ready to serve salmon pasta a la moi.

“Wow. Impressive,” she said, popping a bottle of Bolly with suspicious ease.

We ate and chatted like old pals. We had more than a little in common. Seven explained how football had always been part of her life. An ambitious kid, her family had been right behind her dreams, and were proud as punch when she’d turned professional. Luckily Seven was not just passionate about the sport — she also possessed a natural flair. Women’s football is fiercely competitive, but Seven understood the crucial importance of training hard and turning in a real performance every single match.

She was not one to mess around on or off the grass, and after dinner, without hesitation, suggested I stay the night.

“We can share a cab to work in the morning,” she joked.

Seven showed me to her queen-size bed and popped off into the adjoining bathroom. Determined to savour every moment of the experience, I undressed and stretched out in my boxers, waiting for her. Suddenly she appeared in just a skimpy pair of panties, white socks and a sexy smile. Looking cute and amazing. Her breasts perfection, swinging slightly as she walked.

“What’s with the socks number seven?”

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