He was in his full coach uniform, an extreme authority figure. I knew something was coming; I could sense he wanted me. We ended up in a musty, cramped locker room, he pressed me up against the wall and our mouths locked in passionate desperation, sinking into each other and crashing against one another. His body felt like a furnace, threatening to scorch, heat running through us both in waves. In minutes the game would start but no one knew what we had done in these hot quarters…me and my coach.
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The Salty Seaboard was a sight to behold. I peeled off my shirt and with it, my inhibitions. I had never felt so liberated, so welcomed, so Erotic. The sea shimmered in a million colors of passion, as I watched two figures drift away into an embrace of salty bliss. I knew then that I had found something special on the Salty Seaboard, something that would stay with me forever.