bill-swift - March 28, 2016
I'm not a big fan of the sport of women's tennis. Or men's tennis for that matter. But as to the former, I am a true aficionado of the ladies grunting and sweating in skirts and swinging their racquets to and fro. Almost like blonde haired dominatrixes with exceedingly strong eye hand coordination and strong cores. Sabine Lisicki has dropped in the ranks of the world tennis rankings, but not dropped in the rankings of women I'd like to get to know on the grass courts if you know what I'm saying. So, happy was I the day the German tennis phenom took for some respite from the Miami Open to hit the beach in a leopard print bikini.
Leopard print isn't for the shy. It's catty by it's very nature. It says to the world, look at my beach body, here beneath my Teutonic braids of hair and behold the majesty of my powerful body. That bikini says a lot. And I'm listening. And leering. We don't often get to see our female favorite athletes in full confident strut on the beach in tiny two pieces. Au naturally hot, Sabine. Play well, my dear. We shall make love in your champions trophy filled with champagne. Or the champagne of beers. I do have a budget. Enjoy.
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