My name is Gabriella, and I am a sports journalist. When I heard that the coach of the Spanish women’s Olympic soccer team had been fired for having sex with one of the players, it sounded like just another case of a powerful man abusing his position for sexual gratification. But when I read an interview with the player at the heart of the matter, I sensed there was something different about this case. Something unusual....

I stood at my dresser, my heart beating quicker. In front of me was my classy red lingerie set. A hot bra and matching red thong. I wore it whenever Steve took me on dates and special occasions like birthdays, anniversaries and Valentines. Now I was going to pack it for the other man in my life. Nathan was on a traveling soccer team. And for the past week had been planning for his trip to a weekend tournament. Steve usual...

I wasn’t very impressed with Jess the first time I met her, or at least I didn’t want to be. I was still pissed off about what happened between Paul and me a couple of weeks ago, and I wasn’t in any mood to play nice with some new girl moving in. She had brown hair and dressed like she always did: tee shirt, sports bra, athletic shorts, tube socks, sometimes with shin guards when she was getting serious, and of course, so...

They met at the athletics meet. Both were dressed revealingly. His vest emphasized his biceps. Hers bared her stomach. Both wore high, tight shorts. Each admired the other's muscular legs. Her sex drive overcame her anxiety about not knowing him well, which vanished when his penis entered her vagina. He took his time. They exchanged smiles as he thrust gently inside her. Forty minutes later, he was fucking her vigorously,...

I woke up early that morning, around 8:30 on a warm and wet Saturday. It rained all night long, leaving the soccer fields particularly soggy, and it was supposed to keep raining throughout the day. I wasn’t on a team at the moment, but Paul and Jess both were. Looking out the window, I could see that it wasn't raining right now, and I knew their coaches would want to squeeze in a practice if at all possible. So, I decided...

"The Game of the Year" Pre-Game Hype: We had been waiting for this day since it was on the schedule. Filled with yearning and emotion, although we tried to keep it cordial. The excitement of facing the best with the skills of a superstar gave the motivation to go all the way, no matter how far. It was the "Game of the Year," and the countdown was underway The game was sexually erotic, and we couldn't wait to play. Game-Da...

Watching the World Cup, I did a double take when I saw the substitute goalkeeper. Eight years ago, we slept together in Valencia. He was sporty and looked great naked. I don't doubt I was just one of many girls for him. My boyfriend, on the sofa with me, has no idea that I once rode and sucked that goalkeeper's cock. That he kissed my naked body. That he loved it when I pressed on the skin between his ass and his balls. T...

At C.V. Corps, we believe that participating in sports builds teamwork and Esprit de Corps. We proudly sponsor many teams in softball and 3v3 basketball intramural sports. However, due to popular demand, we've recently begun supporting a lesser-known sport. Harness Racing. I hadn't known so many would volunteer to participate! It has quickly become our most popular and attended sport. Indeed, we've had to build a larger s...

Once a week for most of the school year, the boys had been squeezing into our changing rooms for what they called Wank Wednesday. It was exactly what it sounds like. After games class, we'd been watching each other masturbate. It was originally a female-only group, but the boys were allowed in at the suggestion of my friend Tiff, and it turned me on a lot. Fortunately, the teachers always kept their distance so we had som...

Nobody can remember who first suggested masturbating together, but this year it's become our little treat after games class every Wednesday. We go to a private school with a massive sports field. It has a large changing block split in two halves by a narrow corridor. Our lockers and showers are to the left, and the boys have their own to the right. The games teachers have a policy of never entering the pupils' changing bl...

It was the epic meet-up, Water Polo in the Hudson. Boys versus Girls at Pier 40. One goal was in Chelsea and the other goal all the way across the river in Jersey. They were destroying us. Natasha nodded to me. Got it! Take that boy out. So I swam under that fella who was dominating the ball and killing us (never mind about the jellyfish, the tug boats and Capt. Sully). I pulled his trunks down. Then I got distracted by h...