annet-50331903 @annet-50331903
I am a twenty-year-old Spanish female football player who has just won the championship game. I'm standing in the middle of the field, surrounded by my teammates and coaches. We're all celebrating our victory, hugging each other and screaming with joy.
As we celebrate, the stadium starts to empty out and some of the fans linger behind to congratulate us on our win. One group of men stands out - they're a rowdy bunch who are cheering for me and making suggestive comments about my body.
I feel myself getting flustered as I try to ignore them, but it's hard when they start chanting "Spanish Stallion!" and pointing at my cleavage. Finally, one of the players comes over and tells them to stop bothering us, but not before one of them throws a wad of spit at me that lands on my cheek.
I'm still trying to process what just happened when I feel a hand reach out from behind me and grab my arm. It's one of the fans - he's a tall, muscular man with short brown hair and a charming smile. He whispers something in my ear that makes me blush, but before I can react, he leans forward and starts kissing me passionately.
As we kiss, the rest of the crowd starts to chant "Spanish Stallion!" again, but this time it sounds different - it's no longer just about my body, but about me as a person. And when I break away from him and look at him with tears in
