Hell of a threesome / Three isn’t the loneliest number.

Let me start by apologising [to myself, actually] for my abscence. I was very dissapointed by the peasant marriage between Fernando and Olalla. I mean… not to start another one of my long, boring and frustration-full debates, but come on! You get married just because her belly isn’t small enough to be covered anymore?! That’s plain stupid.

Aaaanyway, turning back to my reason of posting, except the fact that I would’ve brought Nando a BOY, not a girl that couldn’t possibly carry on his name, Liverpool smashed Hull City last night With a beautiful score. 6-1.

You’ll ask me why the title then? Well my formerly not-daddy love scored the first three goals. A hattrick from hell that is. And that’s Nando, my friends. So hot that he makes fire stop, drop and roll. Video later.

Word up.

Great balls, baby.

Last night, my boys played against Chelsea. You know what happened, right? Everybody knows. Fernando said that he wanted to put an end to his “i’m-not-scoring-i’m-recovering” period. And he did. With two great, well-placed balls. Don’t you just love it when, in the final few minutes, the fate of the game turns at 180 ? I do. Especially when it comes to Fernando’s goals.

Anyway, here are the goals. Enjoy.

 

Shit, motherfucker, fuck, shit.

So, as Miranda would say in SATC – “There’s a shit-motherfucker-fuck-shit-situation?” . You can bet on it. I found a pic. Two pics actually. They’ll haunt my wet dreams forever and ever, babe. Feast your eyes on this.

 

Up and at ‘em, boys =)

Now that’s what I call well-rounded and gifted !

Game on, bitch.

Okay, so I’m back with some shit I couldn’t keep in my computer alone anymore. You know those sexy, hot, caliente [or whatever you would like to call them] stills from football matches, where the photographers almost “accidentally” catch the players with their shirts up or their pants down or… some other motherfucking handjob material type of picture? Yeah, I own such photos and I thought it would be nice to make some girls happy.

So… here it goes, ladies. Game on. First whistle…

Talk about picture perfect.

My sexy man…

That’s not all, ladies, but that’s the hottest you’ll ever get. More to come if you stay tuned [gotta drool now and my keyboard might shortcircuit.]

Does that make me a pedophile?

So I straightened up the story about Fernando last post. That’s how I fell for him. Of course my first love was football, but I had to have a representant, right? =) I typically chose “El Nino” [friends know I have some... past references related to children and more or less perverse thoughts]  So… I think that makes me a bit of a pedophile. Anyway, just wanting to cheer for my hubbie – Liverpool is still #1, at a 4 point distance from Chelsea. Even though he didn’t play against Stoke City [which is probably why they made a draw], I am very proud of his recovery.

 

P.S: Die, Olalla. Die.

Insert tits here.

Haha. Uhm, yeah, storytelling time again. So, as I pretty much enjoyed the game between Spain and Russia – I can’t remember exactly but I think Fabregas scored one – I decided to convince my craziest bitch to make a “girls gone boys night” =) [yeah, that's the lamest combination I ever heard too, but it kinda gets the point of our night]. So we got comfy, we sat on the couch, hit the button on the remote and turned that plasma on so we could enjoy the game on a five star level. We added two packs of cigarettes and beer, long, large pants, stained t-shirts and pulled back hairdo’s. As a plus, we painted our faces with something like war-paint in the colors of Spain and we jumped on the sofa. The game was starting. For about [insert how many minutes passed before Fernando netted Germany's goalkeeper] we screamed and shouted, we cursed and we scratched our crotch and we acted like total pigs. The masculine form. The moment Fernando got his moment, we started jumping around and flashed her neighbours. When we came back, they were just showing a close-up of Fernando so I [insert a beep here] practically glued my tits to the screen and rubbed them virtually on his face. It was love at first touch. All night I kept dreaming about how hot he was and how masculine and… Chax was humping Sergio in her mind right next to me. That was the night we decided to become WAGs. Or at least to ride those two studs…

First contact.

Yeah, it’s not that pornish [or at least not right from the start] like it sounds in the title. It actually reffers to the first time I watched a football game and I realised “Whoa. I could do this all my life.” And I didn’t think that way because of the captivating thing screened in my hotel room. No, in fact, I just catched a few glimpses of the ball. I was too occupied studying those muscular, powerful legs stomping the ground and … oh, this can really get me horny. So, anyway, the first game I watched with full concentration was Spain – Russia @ Euro 2008. Semifinals. I saw Fernando and Sergio for the first time, I fell in love on the spot. At least with Ramos, carrying his shorts and shirt with such a body meant for feeling up and licking and … yeah, let’s get back to the game. Fernando was a late love, I fell for his golden hair, perfect smile, childish freckles and hot body, as well as hot… pockets! =) About Fernando’s possessments, later, let’s get it straight here. So I was in the living room, I carried a large chair just to the center of the room, I lit myself a cigarette [my parents were outside, taking a romantic walk through that town - ehw.] and I started rinsing my eyeballs with those thighs, those abs, those gestures and… I fell in love with football. Since then, it has not been just the face / smokin’ hot body for me, but the attitude, the smile, the money, the fame. I can admit it here and now, I would like to have sex with almost any FAMOUS football player. And that makes me… a groupie. To football. Amen.