Davita Spencer

Davita Spencer Davita Spencer

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

playground memory

Summary

playground memory

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Submitted: June 15, 2011

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Submitted: June 15, 2011

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Davita Spencer The Sun is blazing behind rapidly shifting clouds. I am on my old playground back in Black Pine Circle, which was a fenced off black top with the back area covered in trees and a hidden garden. The area felt infinite at that age, with enough hidden crevices and corners for an eternity of hide and seek. I sit towards the entrance gate under the shade of an old Magnolia tree. I feel impatient and ready to burst as I wait in line for kickball. I yell at the pitcher, “Hurry up and stop throwing bouncies!” I wait for about three years as I see people fail and kick grounders right to the typical shortstop and then get a single. It was disappointing seeing my team kick the ball with no passion and doing mediocre. I step up to the plate with clenched fists, staring at the pitchers eyes. He gives me a nice slow roller of pitch just waiting to be booted, while I’m just waiting for it as my legs start to flex spontaneously. I toe it as hard as I possibly can, getting that perfect satisfying angle that’s directly in the center. As soon as it leaves my foot the ball shoots into Davita Spencer, the 2nd basemen’s face like a cannon; she falls back as if a man had punched her with a nice uppercut. A few people start to circle around her, looking concerned, while I’m just standing there awkwardly at the plate. I seize the moment and run around bases to get a double. The next player goes up and the game goes on.


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