Sharapova Rules my Soul

It all started from the day I went to watch up the tennis match of my favourite tennis diva Maria Sharapova. She is a hot blonde who is all 6’2 tall with dazzling looks and divine ass. Ofcourse as she always hit aces and kick ass of her opponents, she throwed the compatriot Petrova 6-0,6-0 in just 27 minutes hitting 30 aces in all, last being 133 mph. The match ended and she won the New York Title this year. All of the mass was now clearing for she was no more on the court but there was one person who was still sitting overthere for no reason. Only person in the whole stadium. And surprisingly that was me. The sounds of her grunting were still sounding in my ears. I went down on the court and started visualising where would her foot prints would have been. I had kept in mind atleast one location where she was standing for long. I went there and started rubbing my nose on the court. That night I couldn’t sleep. I continously thought about her for several hours and decided that I will definately attend her campaign tomorrow. Among 80,000 fans, I was lost waving my hand to be in front. And i came to know that I was not her only ass hair. Her ass was hairy with 80,000 hairs in it.

She came in her land rover and the mass started shouting like hell “Sharapova, Sharapova”. To be distinct, I started shouting it at the top most level I can. Shae laughed on all of us and went inside. Now I found myself standing in a long line of 44,000 fans for her autograph. My turn came and her eyes looked at me. She signed on my hand. And writted something in Russian on my cheek. I bowed down near her and kissed her hand and was now away from the mass inside my car. I didn’t knewed Russian so I was just thinking what actually my dream Goddesss has written on my cheek. I bought a russian book and tried to translate it to English. “Meet me at my house in Florida on 11th night.”- it was written. I was baffled at its sight. She wanted to meet me. I cross checked it again and again and yet again. Every word was still the same. She actually wanted to meet me and that too in her $12 million mansion.

I checked the calender. The date was 10th. It means tomorrow night is my Judgment Night. I will meet Maria Sharapova tomorrow night. Oh! God things were becoming unbelievable now to me. I dressed myself in finest clothes that night. But before going, I went to my house temple which was a small structure having pictures of Sharapova’s ass. I bowed my head towards my God i.e. her Ass and headed towards Florida in my car. What I saw on her gate tooked my eyes…….

To be Continued…………..