I’m Danielle, the coed everyone notices in the stands, wrapped in a jersey that’s oversized, pretending I’m here for the game when I’m really watching these hot men sliding the puck back and forth, skating, and brutally slamming their bodies into the wall or other members of the college hockey team. There’s something about a hockey player that hits different: the confidence, the focus, the way he carries himself like he already knows he’s being watched. And yes… I’m absolutely watching.

I’m young, bold, and way more curious than I let on. Being a college girl means late nights, loud arenas, and drunken mistakes. I’ve been in my dorm with two or three of these players at a time. I love when they pass me around like the whore I am. You know that hot college fantasy, getting to release your inner whore, I get to relive all that energy, teasing you with stories from the rink, the locker-room hook-ups, the thrill of being wanted when the crowd roars.

What really turns me on, though, is how far imagination can stretch. With no limits fantasy, I let the story breathe. I play with tension, attention, and that delicious moment where you’re waiting for me to decide what comes next. I love making you feel like you’ve got my focus. After that intense game, I can calm you down, big boy. Im your sweet little puck bunny baby.

So tell me, do you like the idea of a coed who knows exactly how tempting she is?

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