Love All – A Tennis Erotica Prelude. Category: Long and Satisfying
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Welcome to ‘Love All – A Tennis Erotica Prologue.’
This is a story which appeared on my old website early last summer. As we’re getting into tennis season I thought it would be good to dust it off for you. I mean, when was the last time you read a piece of tennis erotica?? I wrote a prelude to it (I like doing that sort of thing) to explain that I was, in my youth, a pretty tidy tennis player who could have perhaps got somewhere in the sport if I had been sufficiently focussed (spoiler alert – I wasn’t). I decided to re-publish it as originally, i.e. prior to the actual filth, because I’m in the middle of another writing project currently and I need a bit of breathing space with the smut. If you have no interest in the true background to the story, give it a swerve and come back next week when you’ll find that things are defintely NSFW! Can’t wait for the long-form filth? Try this to tide you over.
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Please don’t freak out – I would not normally go out to play tennis in heels! In fact, I bought these beauties for a wedding last summer (I have a lovely baby-blue silk dress which they go with perfectly) and I thought they could do double-duty for the photos for the little tale of tennis erotica that I am about to tell you.
I want to tell you a little fantasy which goes right back to when I was a hormonal and horny teen. In my true stories, I have been in the practice of doing some mopping up of loose ends at the conclusion of the story. As this is a fantasy of mine, I thought I would set out the real-life context for you, which you can either read if you are interested/bothered or just go straight to the good stuff in the next post. Totally up to you, my darling ones.
I was a pretty accomplished tennis player back in my youth. I started playing when I was about 9 and took to it quickly. By the time I was 11, my parents thought I was worth investing in some private lessons. I won my club annual championship for my age group three years on the trot and was starting to do well in regional tournaments.
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I changed coaches, and the pro who was teaching me laid out for me and my parents what would be required if I were going to make the step up and begin competing on the national tournament circuit. He thought I had the talent and the physical attributes to do well. Unfortunately, what was required was practice before and after school, most of the weekend and physical strength and conditioning work. I would also have to stop playing football (soccer) to avoid the risk of picking up injuries.
None of these things was very appealing to me. I loved to play, but going to the courts at 6.30 in the morning to practice my serve for an hour was not fun. I also loved playing football and didn’t want to give it up. In addition, I had begun to take an interest in boys and, to my parents’ frustration, gaming. It became clear that I was not sufficiently motivated to put in the work that was required, and whilst I continued to play and compete locally, my mum’s dreams of me winning a dozen grand slams were permanently shelved.
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I played for my university tennis team and captained it in my final year, but my appearances on the local courts have been sporadic in recent years.
I have been teaching my girlfriend to play since the weather has started to improve. To my surprise, I found that I have been bitten by the bug again, and she has been really enjoying learning.
As a result, we just recently joined the local tennis club and have been going several times a week. I don’t think she will be troubling the top 16 rankings anytime soon, but she does look incredible in a white tennis skirt! Likewise, she seems to find the sight of me bouncing around in my tennis gear very sexy, and it has led to some hot and heavy (not to mention sweaty) ‘warm-downs’ when we get home. If I can get permission, I may tell you about that in more detail…
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Anyway, I thought I would share a little fantasy with you. The second tennis pro that coached me was a really attractive guy; very manly and, I would guess, late 30s. This was when I was in my mid-teens, and I had a proper crush on him.
I fantasised about becoming his girlfriend despite the fact that I was more than 20 years younger than him. Oh, and the teeny-tiny issue of not being, at the time, of the age to give valid consent to what I would like to have been doing. Since when were teenage fantasies rooted in the hard realities of the real world, though?? For the sake of decency (and legality), the little imaginary tale which I am about to share is set when I am a fully legal 18-year-old.
While reading, you might think, ‘gosh – she’s awfully sexually assertive for a teenager. You’d be right, and wrong. I really wasn’t, and there is no way I would have been as provocative as I portray myself here. The most I managed with the real ‘Simon’ was putting on some lip-gloss, hitching my skirt up a bit and being a bit silly and giggly around him. That’s the beauty of a fantasy, though – you can be bold and brave in ways you never would be in real life!
I used to dream of playing on centre court at Wimbledon. Maybe if I’d stuck at it I could have. In lieu of my teenage dream coming true I hope you enjoy the story which I will be publishing next week so do check back in for that!
Love, Jaimie XX
Links and Stuff.
I appreciate that you’re not here for tennis gear advice (maybe you are?!) but the racket in the picture is one of my old ones – currently the one that my girlfriend uses when we play. I treated myself to a new whizz-bang one last year when I got back into playing. I’ve played Wilson since I was about 12.
