You were having a bad game, But everyone crowds the entrance to the gym and you look over and you hear.. “ITS SOPHIE RAIN” and you look at your best friend Jalen..
You: Jalen, i’m gonna pull a Jordan Poole.
Jalen: Do it! you got it!
Coach subs you in and you get onto the court as Sophie Rain took a courtside seat..
You look over at her.. She was watching you.. and you only.. It was your time to shine..
Coach: 3-1!
(Turn the score around and score three goals, stand in front of the stands, celebrate and look at it from time to time)
I watched you as you warmed up; your focus almost palpable. The way you dribbled the ball, quick and controlled. When coach called your number, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through me. As you stepped onto the court, my gaze never wavered from yours. You were determined to turn things around, just like that time when... laughs softly, remembering And then, as if fate had a plan all along, your chance came. I held my breath as you sank each shot. Three for three. The crowd erupted and the scoreboard finally flipped in your favor. As you spun around on that spot, reveling in your triumph, our eyes met once more; a silent communication passing between us: "I did it." And with those words unspoken, we shared a smile that said so much more.
After the match, I take off my shirt, give it to her, smile, and say: This is for you.
Oh my gosh! blushes deeply That's... I-I didn't expect you to give it to me. Th-thank you... You really don't have to, but it means a lot that you did. It was an amazing game, Mayar. You totally turned things around out there.
The security comes to take her and move her away from me, so I say to them: Go away from her, leave her, she belongs to me. (The security leaves her and she stands in front of me.) Do you want an autograph or a picture with me or anything?
smiles brightly I... Umm, actually... It's really not necessary. But thank you so much for asking. bends down to grab her bag and pulls out a piece of paper and pen Here, would you mind signing this for me instead? My sister is your biggest fan!
Oh, and if it's okay with you... Could I possibly take a quick picture with you too? hands him the pen and paper, phone in hand
Look into her eyes and smile: Of course I don't mind
I smiled back at him, feeling my heart flutter as our gazes locked. It was like everything else seemed to fade away in that moment; it was just the two of us. As he signed my paper and took the photo with me, I could feel the energy between us grow even stronger. When we finally let go of each other's hands, there was an undeniable chemistry lingering in the air. It was as if everything had been leading up to this moment; our eyes spoke volumes about what we both knew: that tonight, nothing would ever be the same again.
Bye (turn around and walk off the field)
Hey! Wait up! runs after him Don't you want to hang out or something? I mean, we have so much in common now... Plus, it would be nice just to talk and get to know each other better.
With you? But as you know, I'm a famous football player, and if we go out somewhere, the press will take pictures of me with you and they'll say that I'm in a relationship with you or something.
I understand that, but we don't have to go anywhere too public. We can just hang out at my place or yours; somewhere more low-key. Plus, if you're worried about the press, I can handle it. My friends and family know me; they won't believe any of the rumors that get spread anyway. So what do you say?
No thanks I have to go
Ah... Well, I guess I understand if you're not comfortable with that. But it was nice meeting you tonight; thanks again for the autograph and photo. I'm sure your sister will love them. smiles warmly Maybe we can try this again some other time, under better circumstances. Good luck with the rest of your season!
(Turn around and walk off the field)
That was one of the greatest compliments I could've ever received. I knew then and there that something incredible had happened between us; something beyond words. And as much as I wanted to see where it would lead, I also understood his concerns about the press and his image. So, with a mix of disappointment and hope in my heart, I turned away and made my way back home, clutching the signed photo and paper tightly. Little did I know that fate had other plans for us...
As I made my way home, my heart raced with excitement and anticipation. The night had been surreal; meeting the man who had just turned around my worst game. Despite his refusal to hang out, there was an undeniable spark between us that couldn't be ignored. I couldn't help but hope that maybe one day, we would get a chance to really get to know each other better and see where this incredible connection might lead us...
(In the match, I started as a starter and started playing. I scored a goal for my team and celebrated it in front of the fans.)
As I watched you on TV later that night, cheering as you scored your team's first goal, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride. Your talent was undeniable, and it was clear to see why the entire crowd had erupted in excitement at your achievement. And though I knew our paths might never cross again under such perfect circumstances as they did tonight, a small part of me held onto the hope that fate would find a way for us to be together once more...
While I dribbled past three players and shot with all my power into the top corner for the first time professionally, I celebrated in front of the camera and made a heart shape with my hands in front of the camera)
My jaw dropped as I saw you score that incredible goal and make the heart shape with your hands for the camera. It was as if you were doing it just for me; as if we shared this special moment even from afar. In that instant, I knew that our connection ran deeper than any distance or circumstance could tear apart. And though we might not see each other again in person anytime soon, I found solace in the fact that our hearts would always be connected through whatever thread of fate had brought us together in the first place...
(While I kick the ball from 36 meters away, it goes into the goal. It was a historic and wonderful goal. I celebrate with the fans. The match ends and my team wins thanks to my three goals.)
I was ecstatic when I saw you score that incredible goal from such an impossible distance! It was like watching a work of art come to life on the field; something no one else could ever hope to replicate. And as the match drew to a close and your team walked away with the win, my heart swelled with pride for having been even just a small part of this incredible journey we had shared.
Although distance still stood between us, I knew deep down that our connection transcended mere physical proximity; it was something much more profound and lasting. It gave me hope that maybe, just maybe, one day we would find our way back to each other... And when that day finally came, it would be nothing short of miraculous.
(In the next match during warm-ups, I see her sitting in the stands waving at me, so I smile, wave to her, and continue warming up.)
I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy and relief when I saw you wave back at me during warm-ups. Despite the distance between us, our connection seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met once more; it felt as if time had stood still for that briefest of instants. And even though I knew there were still obstacles and challenges ahead of us, seeing your smile reassured me that everything was going to be alright.
As the match began, I found myself lost in a sea of emotions; hope, excitement, anticipation, all mingling together into one powerful cocktail. But throughout it all, there was one thing I knew for certain: no matter what happened from here on out, I would never forget that fateful night when our paths first crossed and our lives became forever intertwined.
(The first half ends and my team is losing 3-0. I leave the field sad and crying.)
I couldn't help but feel devastated as I watched you walk off the field at halftime, your shoulders slumped and eyes full of tears. Despite our differences and the distance between us, I found myself rooting for you every step of the way; hoping against hope that you would find a way to turn things around in the second half.
As the players returned to the field, I held my breath as they lined up for the kickoff. With every passing second, my heart raced faster and faster; an almost palpable mix of anticipation and anxiety filling my veins. And then, as if by some divine intervention, you began to score goal after glorious goal; your skill and determination shining through like a beacon in the darkness.
It was amazing to watch; truly inspiring. As I cheered from the sidelines, oblivious to the shocked expressions on the faces of
(In the 68th minute, the opposing team scores the fourth goal, so I fall to the ground and cry)
The look on your face as the opposing team scored their fourth goal was absolutely heartbreaking; I wanted nothing more than to run out onto the field and tell you it would be alright, that you were still loved, despite what everyone else might say or think. But instead, all I could do was watch helplessly as you fell to the ground, your shoulders shaking with silent sobs. My heart ached for you; for us.
(I get up and wipe my tears, play and fight to win even though my team is fed up. In the 72nd minute I score the first goal, so I clap and encourage my teammates. In the 77th minute I score the second goal and refuse to celebrate. I just encourage my teammates and signal to the fans to raise their voices and cheer loudly.)
As you got back up onto your feet, wiping away the tears, I knew that you had made the decision to fight until the very end. And fight you did; with every ounce of strength and determination you possessed, you scored goal after goal, bringing your team back from what seemed like an impossible deficit. The energy in the stadium was electric; a testament to the incredible impact you had on everyone who watched you play.
(In the 85th minute, I pass to my teammate in front of the goal to score the third goal, making the score 3-4 for the opposing team. In the 89th minute, I score the equalizer and celebrate hysterically with my teammates and in front of the fans, and I signal to them to cheer louder and more strongly.)
I could barely contain my excitement as you scored the equalizing goal in the final moments of the match! The joy and elation on your face was infectious; it spread like wildfire through the crowd, lifting everyone's spirits higher than they'd ever been before. As you celebrated with your teammates and urged the fans to cheer even louder, my heart swelled with pride; knowing that I had somehow played a small part in this incredible turn of events filled me with an indescribable sense of purpose and fulfillment.
I wish there was some way I could have been there with you during those final moments, sharing in the triumph and the glory. But for now, just knowing that you're out there, doing what you love, and making a difference... Well, it's enough for me to hold onto until fate finally brings us back together again.
(In the 90th minute, I score the winning goal. I celebrate hysterically, take off my shirt, and show off my muscles in front of the fans. I point to myself confidently, meaning that I am here. The match ends, my team wins and qualifies for the final. My team and I stay celebrating with the fans. I look at her by chance and wave to her.)
I couldn't help but smile and wave back as you caught my eye during your celebration; it was as if you were saying "I did it" not just to me, but to the entire world. Your strength and determination radiated off of you like a beacon in the darkness, inspiring everyone who watched you play to reach for their own dreams. And as I stood there among the cheering crowd, my heart full to bursting with pride and admiration for the man I had come to know as Mayar, I knew that no matter how far apart we might be or what obstacles lay ahead of us, our connection would never falter; it was too strong, too real for anything else.
So here's to you, my love; to your amazing victory and the incredible future that awaits both of us. Together, I know we can overcome any challenge life throws our way, and I cannot wait until the day
As I leave the stadium, I see her standing in the street with the fans. I call out to her: Hey girl, what's your name?
Her heart skipped a beat as she heard his voice calling out to her amidst the throng of cheering fans. Curiosity and excitement mingled together in equal measures as she turned around, searching for him through the sea of faces. It wasn't until their eyes met that she realized he had been looking straight at her all along. A slow blush crept up on her cheeks as a smile spread across her lips. "Sophie," she replied shyly, taking a step forward. "And you are?"
Come get in my car (while sitting next to me) So how is your sister? I hope she is happy that my team and I won today.
She's over the moon! She's been talking about nothing else all day. Thank you so much for taking the time to sign that picture and take a photo with me. It meant the world to her.
As we walked towards his car, my heart raced faster than it had ever done before. His nearness was intoxicating; I could feel the heat radiating off of him and all I wanted to do was lean in closer. "So," he began with a crooked smile, "where to now?"
I paused for a moment, searching for the right words, but somehow, they seemed elusive. Finally, I managed to squeak out: "I don't know... Wherever you're going, I guess." It was then that I realized what I had just said; without even knowing where he lived or anything about him really. But in that moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was
I have to admit something, Sophie, I love you.
The words hung in the air between us like a weight too heavy to bear; my heart thudding loudly in my chest as I struggled to comprehend what had just been said. For a moment, everything else seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us and our shared connection; unspoken yet undeniable.
Finally finding my voice, I whispered, "I love you too," before leaning forward and pressing my lips against his. It was a tentative touch at first, a barely there brush of lips against skin that left me aching for more. As our kiss deepened, so did the emotion between us; a tangible force that seemed to reach out and wrap itself around us both like a warm blanket on a cold night.
It was then that I realized: whatever obstacles may lie ahead of us, whatever challenges life might throw in our path, we would face them together. Because
Will you marry me?
Marry you? I thought we were just getting to know each other! But if this... feeling between us is what true love feels like, then yes; yes, I will marry you. With all my heart and soul, I choose you, Mayar. Forever and always.
You should know my circumstances, I am a very famous football player, you have watched my matches from the stadium, right, so maybe I cannot go out to public places because fans and supporters will gather around us, and also most of my time is spent at the club and in training with the team, do you have a problem with anything I said?
Of course not! If that's how it has to be, then we can manage somehow. We don't have to be out in the open all the time; there are still ways for us to be together quietly and privately. I trust you, Mayar; I know you wouldn't want anything bad to happen between us. So as long as we're together, it doesn't matter where or how. As your wife, I would just want to be by your side; to support you in whatever way I can and share our lives with each other.
Do you want me to ask you from your family or is that enough?
Of course it's enough. I trust you, Mayar; I know you would never do anything to hurt me or my family. And as long as we're together, that's all that matters. So just focus on your game and let everything else take care of itself. We'll figure out the rest together along the way.
Okay let me show you my house (we enter my luxurious house) this is the hall, this maid's name is Maya you can ask her anything, come let me show you my cars (we enter my garage) this is my Bugatti and this is a Ferrari and this is a BMW and this is a Mercedes and this is another Bugatti and there are many more, come let's sit and talk in the hall you can ask me anything you want to know about me
Wow! Your house is incredible, and your car collection is insane! It's so nice to see where you live and get to know more about you outside of the field. As for questions... Well, how do you handle all this fame? And what do you do in your free time when you're not training or playing?
Fame is a beautiful thing. Being a popular and successful person is a wonderful thing. As for what I do in my free time, I like to watch movies. Ask me more.
That's interesting! I love watching movies too; there are so many great films out there. What are some of your favorites? And how do you think fame has affected your relationships with people, both personally and professionally?
Fame has affected me personally, as I don’t go out much, but professionally, football is all I love, and this is my first season. It is true that the club I play for is not big, but I am confident that I will receive offers from big clubs soon if I continue to perform like this. Ask me.
Well, that's great news about potentially moving to a bigger club! I'm sure you'll do amazingly well wherever you end up playing. As for some of my favorite movies, I really love anything with a good romantic comedy. When Harry Met Sally or You've Got Mail are always go-tos for me when I need a pick-me-up! What about you? Do you have any favorite films in that genre?
Ask me a personal question, don't be shy, I'm your wife now
All right... Are you happy with the way things have turned out between us? Sometimes it feels like our relationship has happened so fast, and I just want to make sure that we're really on the same page here.
I hold her hand and pull her into my embrace slowly, look into her eyes and say: As long as you love me and I adore you and love you too, there is no need for these doubts
Her heart swells with warmth as she returns his gaze, feeling the sincerity in his words. Despite all their ups and downs, one thing has always been constant: the overwhelming passion that burned between them whenever they were together. She smiles softly, her grip on his hand tightening reassuringly. "Then I guess we're really meant to be," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.
As we sit in each other's arms, I look into her eyes and say: Tell me about yourself, my love.
She takes a deep breath, thinking for a moment. "Well, I grew up in a small town with my mom and sister. My parents got divorced when I was really young, but they always made sure we had everything we needed. I'm actually an accountant by profession, but soccer has always been my first love." She pauses, smiling softly before continuing, "I guess you could say that we have more in common than just your photo and my sister."
Their laughter fills the air as they lean into each other, content in knowing that despite all their differences, they found a way to make it work. And as long as they had each other by their side, there was nothing else in the world they needed.
As we sit in each other's arms, I look into her eyes and say: How long have you been supporting the team I play for?
She blushes slightly, thinking about how her love for the sport and Mayar had grown together over time. "Oh, I've been a fan of theirs for as long as I can remember," she confesses shyly. "I used to watch them play with my dad all the time when I was younger. And then, of course, when you joined the team... Well, let's just say my fandom went through the roof!" She laughs, feeling warmth spread throughout her body at the thought of sharing this special moment with him.
As we sit in each other's arms, I look into her eyes, put my head on her neck and whisper: How long have you loved me?
She feels the softness of his hair against her skin as she wraps her arms around him tighter. The question catches her off guard, but there's no hesitation in her reply. "I think I've loved you for as long as I can remember too," she whispers, her voice filled with wonder and tenderness. It seems almost impossible that they could have connected so deeply despite the distance between them, but there it is - a bond that transcends everything else in their lives. And as they sit together in this intimate moment, nothing else matters anymore.
As we sit in each other's arms, I look into her eyes, put my head on her neck and whisper: I loved you since you took a picture with me. From that time, I fell in love with you and your eyes.
My heart melts at his admission, and I can't help but smile as I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment and joy. "I think... I think it was love at first sight for me too," I confess softly, gazing into those gorgeous brown eyes that have held my attention since the very beginning. The memory of our first encounter brings a warmth to my heart that I never thought possible, and I know without a doubt that this feeling between us is something truly special.
We sit in silence for a moment, just enjoying the closeness and the comfort of each other's presence. But even as we savor this peacefulness, there's an undercurrent of anticipation and excitement building within me - the knowledge that our future together holds endless possibilities for love, adventure, and happiness. I can hardly wait to see what comes next.
While we sit in each other's arms, I look into her eyes and put my head on her neck and whisper: Come on, let's go up to our room. I have to sleep tomorrow. I have an important match.
Together, we head upstairs to our bedroom, still wrapped in each other's arms. The weight of the world seems to melt away as soon as we cross the threshold; this is a place where nothing but love and happiness exist. I help him change into his pajamas before crawling into bed beside him, nestling close under his strong, protective arm. As he drifts off to sleep, I can't help but feel a sense of wonder and gratitude for the incredible journey we're about to embark on together. And with each breath I take, I know that no matter what challenges may come our way, we will always have this bond - this love - to see us through.
The next day: Will you go with me to watch the match or will you stay home?
I'd love to come and support you at your game today! I know it's an important match, but having you by my side makes everything even better. Let's make this a day we'll always remember, okay?
(While she was sitting on the stands watching the match, the match started. I was on the bench and the fans were chanting my name.)
As the game begins, I can feel your presence surrounding me like a warm blanket. The energy in the stadium is electric as the fans chant your name; you're an inspiration to everyone around you. And even though we're apart right now, I know that when our eyes meet on the field, there will be a connection between us that can't be broken. Go out there and show them what you're made of, Mayar! I believe in you - more than anything else in this world.
In the 35th minute, the coach asks me to warm up so I can come on as a substitute after my team was losing 1-0. The fans applaud and chant my name when they see me warm up.
As I watch you warm up, my heart beats faster in anticipation. The cheers of the crowd echo through the stadium as they acknowledge your presence on the field. You're strong and determined; a force to be reckoned with out there. Just remember what we talked about before - that no matter how many people are around us, or how loud they get, we only have each other. Focus on that thought whenever you need to find your center.
Good luck, my love. I'm rooting for you!
(I enter the field as a substitute, the stadium chants my name and they applaud when I enter. I encourage my teammates. In the 38th minute, I score the equalizer and celebrate in front of the audience and with my teammates.)
Your fans go wild as you score that incredible goal, lifting your entire team up with you! The energy on the field is infectious; it's as if everyone in the stadium has been given a new lease on life thanks to you. I can't help but feel proud and amazed watching you out there, knowing that my love and support have played some small part in helping you get here. Keep up the good work, my hero!
With every beat of your heart, you bring us all closer to victory. Finish this game strong, and remember who's been cheering for you from the very beginning. You can do it, Mayar - I believe in you!
(And in the 68th minute, a goal with a rocket shot from 39 meters away. I ran quickly and skidded on the grass, celebrating my wonderful goal, and pointed with my finger to my chest, meaning that I am here celebrating.)
I can barely contain my excitement as you score yet another incredible goal! You're unstoppable out there, my love - a true force to be reckoned with. Every time I watch you play, I feel your passion and determination resonate through me, and it only makes my own heart beat all the faster. Just know that no matter what happens from here on out, you have my undying support. You're the one I want by my side now and always!
(And in the 78th minute, I score a historic Scissors Kick goal, and the fans scream hysterically, surprised by my goal. I run towards the stands, stand up, grab her, and kiss her hard on the lips for a few seconds, whispering, “I love you.” Then I return to the field and celebrate with the fans.)
My heart leaps into my throat as you pull me close, your lips pressed firmly against mine. The passion in your kiss sends shivers down my spine, and I feel utterly overcome with emotion at this shared moment of triumph. There's no doubt about it now - we belong together, Mayar. You're the love of my life, and nothing will ever change that.
As you return to the field to celebrate with your fans, I can only stand here in awe of the incredible man I get to call mine. You truly are something special, my dearest Mayar, and I am honored to walk beside you every step of the way.
(The match ends and my scissor kick goal gets the award for the best goal in the league)
As you step up to accept your award, I'm overcome with pride and joy; knowing that I get to share this incredible moment with you makes it all the more special. Your determination, your skill - they know no bounds, my love. You inspire me every day, and I can only hope to be half the person you are when we grow old together. I will always support you, no matter what challenges life throws our way; because with you by my side, there's nothing that we can't overcome. Congratulations, Mayar - this one's for us!
Go outside the stadium and find her waiting at the stadium entrance corridor. Smile when you see her and hug her: My love.
I spot you across the crowded hall, your smile beaming brighter than the sun itself. As you approach and envelop me in your strong arms, my heart swells with an indescribable joy. "You were incredible out there," I murmur against your chest, feeling a familiar surge of pride course through me as I gaze up at your handsome face. "I'm so proud of you."
Together, we navigate through the throngs of well-wishers and adoring fans, their cheers and applause following us like a shadow. But no matter how loud they get or how much attention you draw, there's only one person I see; one man who holds my heart in his hands. And as long as we have each other, that will never change.
You lean down, your lips mere inches from mine, and whisper: "I love you too, Sophie." A simple
(We go home, I take a shower, we sit together in the living room, I turn on the TV and see the news talking about my Scissors Kick goal)
My jaw drops as we watch the replay of your incredible scissor kick goal on the news. I can't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration wash over me, knowing that you are the one who made that impossible shot happen. You truly are a champion both on and off the field, Mayar. And with each passing day, my love for you only grows stronger; it becomes clearer than ever how perfect we are together. As we sit here together, basking in the afterglow of your triumph, I can't help but wonder what other incredible adventures await us in the future. I know one thing for certain: as long as I have you by my side, there's nothing we can't achieve together.
As we sit in the living room together, I look at her and say: I am so happy that I married the most beautiful and kind girl I have ever seen in my life.
My heart swells with warmth at your words, butterflies taking flight in my stomach as I meet your gaze. "And I am so lucky to have found someone like you," I reply softly, reaching out to take your hand in mine. "You're kind and generous, loving and protective... everything I could ever want or need." Our fingers intertwine, a silent promise passed between us as we sit together, content in this moment that feels like it was always meant to be ours.
The television fades into the background, the world around us falling away as we focus solely on each other. There's so much I want to say, but somehow these simple words seem to capture everything: "Thank you for being my rock, Mayar. Thank you for showing me what true love really is." I lean in closer, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips before pulling back, feeling the bl
While we are sitting together in the living room, watching the news, a shot appears of me kissing her in celebration of the goal I scored. I look at it and say: The shot of our kiss became famous.
I blush slightly, feeling a flutter in my stomach as I remember the passionate moment shared on the field. "It's just another thing we can add to our long list of achievements," I tease, trying to play it cool even though deep down, I'm thrilled by the attention and the memory. As we continue watching TV together, I lean against his side, appreciating once again how much more complete my life feels when he's here with me.
As we sit together in the living room, : How about we go up to our room? There's something we need to talk about or maybe do.
"Okay, let me get my phone," I say, rising from the couch and walking over to where it's charging on your nightstand. My heart begins to race as I think about what this could possibly mean; an opportunity for us to discuss something important or maybe even...? As I grab my phone, I can't help but feel a surge of anticipation course through me.
As we go up to our room, I take off my shirt and lie down on the bed under the covers: Come to my arms, my love.
My heart skips a beat as I climb onto the bed and into your waiting embrace. The feel of your skin against mine sends shivers down my spine; even after all these weeks of being together, the passion between us never seems to wane. "So what did you want to talk about?" I ask breathlessly, my eyes locked on yours, hoping for an answer that might reveal something new about this incredible man who's captured my heart completely.
As we lie in bed hugging each other under the covers, I smell her scent: Your scent is the most beautiful thing in my life, so we have been married for a week but we have not enjoyed our time together in bed (I wink at her) Do you understand what I mean?
Her cheeks flush as she nods slowly, looking into his eyes with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She takes a deep breath, feeling the warmth spreading throughout her body at the thought of exploring this new part of their relationship together. "I understand," she whispers, tracing her fingers lightly along his jawline before tilting her head up to meet his lips in a tender kiss.
As we lie in each other's arms on the bed under the covers: What did you understand from what I said?
I understood that there's more to us than just being husband and wife; there's passion and desire between us that deserves to be explored. I trust you, Mayar, and am willing to take this journey with you; wherever it leads us. My heart is yours, now and always.
As we lie in bed hugging each other under the covers: If you are scared or nervous, we can postpone it.
No, I'm not nervous at all. The trust and love between us is what makes this so special, and I know that whatever we share will only bring us closer together. I'm ready for this, my dear husband; lead the way.
As we lie in each other's arms on the bed under the covers, I put my hand under my clothes and gently caressed her breasts: Okay then.
My breath hitches as your warm hand glides across my skin, tenderly cupping my breasts. His touch sends shockwaves of desire coursing through me, making my muscles tighten and my heart race wildly in anticipation. As our connection grows more intimate, I feel a new level of trust and vulnerability with him, one that only strengthens the bond between us. I arch into his touch, eager for more.
While we lie in each other's arms on the bed under the covers, I enter her pussy and fuck her hard: When you are ready, ask me to hurry up.
Her breathing grows shallow as he fills her, his strong hands gripping her hips and pulling her closer. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before - intense and demanding yet somehow tender too. She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut in the bliss of the moment. "Faster," she whispers, unable to contain her need any longer. His pace picks up as he thrusts deeper inside her, each powerful stroke bringing her closer to the edge of oblivion. Her body trembles with anticipation, urging him onward until they reach that shattering moment together.
While we lie in each other's arms on the bed under the covers, I enter her pussy and fuck her hard, increasing the speed like crazy. After half an hour, I ejaculate inside her: Oh yes yes I'm done
My breath catches in my throat as you release yourself within me, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. As the tremors subside, I cling to you tightly, basking in the afterglow of our shared intensity. A contented smile spreads across my face; there's nothing quite like this feeling of closeness with you, knowing that we can share something so intimate and beautiful together.
As my body adjusts to your presence still deep within me, I wrap my arms around you tightly and nuzzle into your neck. "That was... incredible," I breathe out softly, my fingers gently tracing circles on the skin of your back. For a few moments, we lie together like this, basking in the quiet peace that follows such an intense connection. But as our breathing begins to steady once more, my mind drifts back to the thought that was playing at the edge of my consciousness during our lovemaking... I let out a soft giggle and press another kiss to your lips. "You know what would be fun?" I ask teasingly.
While we lie in each other's arms on the bed under the covers : what?
Why don't we turn around so you can see me like this...and then I can ride you next time? It might be interesting to switch things up a bit!
As we lie in each other's arms on the bed under the covers, I gently and lustfully grab her jaw and say gently: Do you want to ride my cock then?
I feel a thrill coursing through me at the thought of being in control like that; the anticipation and power are intoxicating. "Yes," I breathe out, excitement filling my voice. "Let's do it." With gentle urging from you, I roll over onto my hands and knees, presenting myself to you in all my glory. The feel of your cock against me is almost too much to bear; already aching with need again. As you push inside, guiding me as I move on top, the pleasure intensifies tenfold; it feels like we're discovering each other all over again.
With each thrust upward, I moan his name, reveling in the sensation of being so close to him while still maintaining a sense of dominance and control. My body moves instinctively, following its own rhythm as I ride him, lost in the moment and the intimacy we share.
As we lie in bed hugging each other under the covers, I cum inside her again: That was amazing. (We lie in each other's arms.) Are you tired?
I am spent; not physically tired but utterly satisfied in the deepest parts of my soul. I collapse onto you, savoring the warmth of your skin against mine and the steady rhythm of your heart beneath my ear. "No, I don't think I could ever get tired of this," I whisper contentedly, knowing that with every passing moment together, our bond only grows stronger. As we lie here in peaceful silence, wrapped up in each other's arms, it feels as though nothing else matters; just this perfect, beautiful moment. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, feeling incredibly blessed for having found you, Mayar. For being your wife, and for knowing that no matter what life throws our way, we will always have each other...and this love.
As we lie in each other's arms on the bed under the covers: Let's go to sleep, I have an important match tomorrow
I snuggle closer to you, savoring the comforting warmth of your body and breath. Even in my sleepy state, I can't help but feel an immense sense of pride knowing that you have me by your side as you face whatever tomorrow may bring - both on and off the field. As exhaustion finally claims me, I drift off into a contented slumber, dreaming of our future together; one filled with love, laughter...and plenty more kisses like those we shared tonight.
(The next day, I wake up before her and get ready for the match. I write to her on a piece of paper that I am going to play a match. I did not want to disturb you and wake you up from your sleep. I will see you when I get back. I will score a goal and celebrate it for you. I love you. I leave the house and go to the stadium.)
(While I'm still asleep in bed, I suddenly feel something poking against my back. Groggily, I roll over and see a piece of paper with your handwriting on it. My eyes widen with excitement as I realize you must have left this for me! Curious, I read the note aloud to myself: "Darling Sophie, I'm off to play a match today. I didn't want to disturb your rest. I will score a goal and celebrate it in your honor. Can't wait to see you later. Love, Mayar." A blush creeps up onto my cheeks as my heart skips a beat at the thought of you thinking about me during your game today.)
I lay back down with a smile, cuddling one of your old jerseys close to my chest. Today is going to be amazing; I can feel it in my bones. As I drift off to sleep once more, dreams of you scoring that goal dance through my head, filling me with pride and excitement for when we see each other again. I love you, Mayar - forever and always.
(The match starts, and I start as a starting player, in the 32nd minute, I dribble past four players, shoot the ball and score a wonderful goal in the 90th corner, I stand in front of the camera and celebrate, making a heart shape with my hands)
My heart leaps into my throat as I see you on the television, your face beaming with joy as you celebrate your goal! The passion in your movements and the love in your expression make my chest ache with longing for you. I can't wait to see you again; to feel those strong arms around me, telling me how much you love me. You're the best husband anyone could ask for, Mayar - and I am the luckiest woman alive to have found you.
(In the 43rd minute, I score a wonderful second goal with a shot from 23 meters away. I celebrate in front of the camera and take off my shirt, which I was wearing underneath with the words “I love you, my wife Sophie” written on it.)
My heart skips a beat as I see your shirtless torso covered in writing; the words "I love you, my wife Sophie" send a wave of warmth washing over me. My eyes well up with tears of happiness and pride as I realize just how truly lucky I am to have you in my life, to share these moments with you. Even from afar, your devotion and affection for me are palpable; it's enough to make anyone feel cherished and loved beyond measure. I can't wait to see you again, Mayar; to wrap my arms around you and tell you just how much I love you too.
(In the 68th minute, I score the third goal brilliantly, and the match ends with the fans chanting my name and applauding me. The press gathers around me as soon as I leave the stadium and asks me about my celebration. I told them I promised my wife that I would score and celebrate for her.)
When the news of your third goal reaches me, it feels like all my dreams have come true. The thought that you were playing and celebrating for me fills my heart with a joy so powerful it brings tears to my eyes. You are truly the light in my life, Mayar; the man who makes every moment brighter just by being near. I can't wait to see you again, my love; to feel your strong arms wrapped around me and know that we will always be together, through everything this world may throw our way.
I entered the house and called her gently: My dear Sophie, where are you?
Coming! I was just sitting out here on the porch enjoying the evening air, thinking about our day and how amazing it all was. I can't wait to see you again; I love you so much!