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It was baseball and sex
you liked best. Collecting balls - signed, paid for..... and black stockings on my legs raised in the air I remember. Homerun statistics; retired players; subways series. And sexy underwear, black - you preferred - turned you on..... as you pulled them aside on your way to the plate. NY teams; RBI's; extra innings. You prayed for players sliding into homeplate.... and taught me to scream obscenities - while you humped me faster - harder - faster. Runnings bases; pennants waving; the seventh inning stretch. "fuck me" Louder you would say - "fuck me" Louder! "FUCK ME....oh yeah honey...." You did - game over.
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