Hello lovers of sex, romance and sports!
When I saw a request for submissions for an erotic anthology on the theme of sports I knew I had to get involved. I’m a big fan of rugby and you can often find me watching a game at the weekend. After making my submission, I had the nerve wracking wait to find out if my rugby piece had been accepted.
As you can imagine, I am ecstatic to have my story published in the “Love of the Game” anthology. It’s full of erotic stories on the theme of sports and is coming out next week – Tuesday, 18th October, 2016.
I’ve been inspired to write about rugby players and their naughty romances for a couple of years now. However, my story for this anthology was slightly different. We often hear about men in sports but I wanted to focus on women. Here is a summary of the story and a short excerpt. You’ll have to read the whole story to find out more about Leah and Wes and what they get up to on the rugby pitch.
Join me while I play host at the “Love of the Game” anthology Facebook party. I’ll be asking and answering questions and sharing thoughts between 6 and 7pm on 18th October. The party will take place all day so feel free to drop in from 9am (GMT).
All Leah has ever wanted is to play rugby professionally. That dream has finally been realised and in 24 hours she joins the Great Britain Sevens Rugby Team to make her international debut at the Olympics in Rio. But there’s one thing that could ruin it. Leah is consumed by her fear of failure.
The night before she flies out to Rio she finds herself at her old rugby club where she bumps into a former teammate and the guy she always had a crush on, Wes Ashworth. Will Leah be able to get over her panic and realise her dreams? Will Wes find out about her crush and the time she saw him in the team showers? Maybe he’s just what she needs. Sometimes all is takes is one player to change the outcome of a match.
Glowing red she caught the sight of those heart stopping dimples once more. “I have an idea. We should practice tackles.”
“Dressed like this?”
If you’re too chicken…”
“Don’t test me,” he replied, his eyes burning through the thin material of her bikini top.
“I might have to lose my jeans though, the material is quite restrictive.”
His eyes widened, hope, lust and anticipation smacking together. It gave her the confidence she needed. With a cheeky smile she flicked open the buttons and ditched the constrictive material.
The audible gulp coming from his mouth as he took in the tiny patch of material covering her pussy lips competed with the thrill she felt when crowds cheered her name.
“So every time I pulled the string, that patch of material rubbed against your…?” His voiced strained, it sounded sandpaper dry.
“Yes, every time, and if you’re that good when you don’t know what you’re touching then I can’t imagine how good you are when you do,” she toyed with him. “Now are we going to stand here chatting or are we going to do some tackling? Or are you too chicken after all?”
With that she grabbed the rugby ball from his hands and started running down the pitch in just her bikini and trainers.
The arousal from knowing he was watching her with eyes that had coveted her body had her panting before she was halfway down the pitch. The incessant giggling wasn’t helping either. Looking back she sucked in a breath. Wes was bearing down on her, his eyes full of hunger.
“I guess Donkey isn’t as fit as he used to be.” Leah’s excited giggles transformed to laughter, throwing her off completely.