Love in Lo-Kee

A Story by wett ink

A short story...

I walked in the gym to watch her hoop. I think that’s the sexiest thing; seeing a woman--my woman--playing basketball with a gym full of men. Her tomboi swag stirs up trouble between my thighs when I see her walk onto her domain.

While she’s running up and down the court, I look at her sexi, toned, smooth legs and picture them entangled with mine when she’s making love to me. I lean over when she runs past me to get a better view, and stare at her a*s; wishing I could grip it and pull her essence closer, deeper inside my soul. And lock it..there.

I glance at her chest. I let my eyes rest there a moment. I daydream about my tongue teasing her n*****s and that..ring.

I’m in awe of how her body moves when she dribbles; when she passes and definitely when she shoots--and never misses--her unbeatable 3-point shot--poetry-in-motion. I can’t wait to feel her sculptured body pressed, naked against mine. That thing that makes me woman, stirs when I look at her: hard when she plays with them on the court; soft when she plays with me in our bed.