A football match; I know, there are few things less sexy, surely? Well I can only go on my own experiences, and seeing as I had never before had the pleasure of witnessing first class Premier league football as it turned out to be, I was willing to at least give it a try. See, I am always up for trying something new from time to time and as a London independent sensual therapist, a date out and about is often something I enjoy as it’s a bit of a treat, if you will. So, with an open mind, I made my way to the home of Tottenham Hotspur. Yes, I realise that this is hardly sounding like a sexy experience, but there is more to come I assure you. The roar of the crowd was certainly something new and I was more than happy to experience the atmosphere, but what I really cared about was my date. Tall, handsome and very pleasing on the eye, he struck me instantly as someone who loved what he did and the passion he showed for his favourite sports team was oddly exciting.
Still, I cannot pretend to be able to recall the actual result, but things were certainly hotting up between my date and I. As we left the stadium and hailed a cab, we were hand in hand and the electricity between us could have powered a small city! My throat was raw after all the cheering and shouting and he even bought me a shirt before the game, a shirt I still cherish. To be honest, I had never thought that Lycra could be anything other than an assault on the skin, but as I posed later that evening in nothing more than the shirt he had provided, I certainly felt as if I was doing something rather sensual; he certainly didn’t seem to mind!
Note: This is story is fictional and does not represent the identity or actions of any real people