But would meeting him in the flesh live up to her expectations? Yes. Oh, yes… The first time I saw him I felt like someone had reached a hand deep inside me and pulled all my organs in toward the bottom of my pelvis. Funny little hot and cold pangs I'd never experienced before manifested themselves between my legs. I was only fourteen. I didn't know who he was or what he did. I had no interest in sports of any kind when I saw this beautiful, rugged man in a suit on a sports program that my dad was watching one Sunday night many years ago. There he was, this man whose body, voice, and very presence on the screen made me feel so strange I almost fainted. There was something about him I couldn't explain. Of course, I now know that what I was feeling was my first thunderbolt of pure lust, that all I wanted was to feel his erect cock inside me. But back then, all I could have told you was that there was something special about this man who was fifteen years my senior, a world-famous athlete, and a perfect stranger. I felt a connection to him. I reckon anyone else watching that night just saw a tough guy, 200 pounds of solid muscle, a nose that had been broken a dozen times, and short, dark blond hair. But I saw something different. I saw vulnerability behind the tough-guy body language, softness beneath the scars.

They say you can't love someone you haven't met, but I knew differently. Overnight, he became my obsession, my focus in life. I, who had never been interested in any sport before, sought out his name and his entire career history. In short, I became an expert on boxing. I read the sports section of my dad's newspaper and spent hours in the library searching the archives for every one of his past fights. Sometimes, when I looked at pictures of him that had been taken in the ring, I'd find that my hand had slipped down the neckline of my top or was between my legs and that I'd been touching myself without even realizing it.