Football, Testosterone & Sex

After the Super bowl, I feel sadness like I felt as a child when the Christmas Holiday was over. Football is just so damn sexy! It must be the high levels of testosterone that get me.

I love how happy Daddy is on Sundays. TV blaring, lining up our fantasy teams, chili, wings or con queso heating up in the kitchen, dressed in our fave football jerseys, talking smack on facebook and lots of hot living room sex! That’s how we do football.  

And really, what’s not to like? He gets to enjoy the manly competition, the hard hits, the extraordinary plays and record breaking moments. I share those joys plus I get to see hot dominate males rule the field. I may not root for their teams but damn, Brady, Manning, Quinn, Romo & Tebow are fun to watch. And all that passion; the fire in bad ass Harrisons eyes just before a brutal hit , Palamalu’s unbelievable full body tackles like  a predator attacking its prey, Big Ben’s large stature and amazing endurance, Ward’s irresistible smile,   Mendenhall’s dives into the end zone (whoops, did this sentence disclose my team?). Its full contact, it’s extremely physical, it’s forceful and rough; my kind of playing. 

The big red chair sees a lot of action on Sundays. Whether my head is bobbing while Daddy sits back still watching the game or He bends me over it and pounds me unmercifully, we are very physical fans. When we are fortunate enough to attend which is usually a few games each year, we add tailgaiting, cornhole, friends and the stadium experience to the fun. The sex waits till we get home although I’d love to find a safe spot to have a quickie.  Hhhmmm, put that on my bucket list!

Our jerseys and team paraphernalia are packed away until next season. Once spring arrives I won’t miss football. Yet during the remaining weeks of winter, we are a little lost on Sundays. Perhaps Daddy could start a "training camp" in our living room. Watch a few highlight clips and perfect our Sunday ritual of football, testosterone & sex.