#golf drills

[thegratefulgolfer]

Become A Better Putter!

We are fooling ourselves if we think putting is not the great equalizer in golf. This simple stroke can make or break you score. Since most of our shots of any round happen on or near the green, it only make sense that we spend a large portion of our practice time on our short game. Putting is by far the most important area of play if you are planning on lowering your golf score. I have talked…

[techdriveplay]

How to Improve Your Golf Swing

Mastering the art of golf is a journey that combines precision, practice, and an understanding of the game’s subtle mechanics. Whether you’re a seasoned player or just starting, knowing how to improve your golf swing can be the key to unlocking a better score and enjoying the game more fully. In this guide, we’ll explore the essential techniques and adjustments you can make to refine your swing,…

[asexualbookbird]

finally watching new episodes of leverage redemption and yeah i could sit and nitpick all night long but bottom line is im having fun and its entertaining but i LOVE harry i ADORE him he fits in so well hes just a baby just a guy ready to commit crime for the greater good

and BREANNA!!!! shes NOT hardison 2.0 shes BREANNA! and when she met the old lesbian and hears her stories and said "yeah the world hasnt always been good to people like us" PEOPLE! LIKE!! US!!!!! its *chefs kiss* i love her love that shes allowed to be a kid but also a criminal (affectionate)

also i may be a little bit gay for maria but shes basically eliot so i am not surprised

[iamthepulta]

I just realized the plot of Ellenville omg.

My fever dream is for a copper deposit to be discovered under Scottsdale, Arizona. I can MAKE THAT HAPPEN.

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Context: Scottsdale, Arizona is the hoity toity of Phoenix. The crown jewel of knock-off LA if you will. I would LOVE- oh my god, I salivate over the thought of directing a drill rig over their precious fucking multi-million dollar golf courses.

[shiftgolf]

How to Build Serious Lag in Your Golf Swing: Drills for Effortless Power and Precision

Introduction: Why Lag Matters in Your Golf Swing

Lag is one of the secrets behind effortless power in golf, and mastering it can make a world of difference in your game. PGA Tour players are able to generate incredible speed and distance, thanks in large part to their ability to create and maintain lag. But what exactly is lag, and how can you use it to your advantage? In simple terms, lag is the angle formed between your lead arm and the golf club shaft in your downswing. It's not just for the pros—any golfer can improve their power, control, and accuracy by learning how to harness lag properly.

This guide introduces several drills to help you achieve lag, stop casting, and build power while protecting your body. From basic wrist hinges to advanced practice techniques, we’ll cover ways to build lag into your swing and transform your game.

The Science of Lag: Why It’s Essential for Power and Precision

Lag is like a stored-up spring in your swing, waiting to release at the perfect moment. When done correctly, it creates a whipping effect at impact, where maximum speed and energy are transferred to the ball. Lag allows you to generate speed effortlessly, without excessive force, and the club does the work for you. This results in straighter shots, longer distances, and less strain on your body.

Here’s how to build lag into your swing with drills that emphasize feel, control, and timing.

Drill #1: Exaggerate the Feel of Lag

We need to get you feeling what it is like to have lag stored at the bottom of the swing. In this drill, all you need is an alignment stick, or another club. What you are going to do is lay the alignment stick on the ground to your left, as you’re addressed to the golf ball.

The alignment stick needs to be pointed down the range, and aligned on your heel line of your stance. You will not be taking full swings while doing this drill, but only taking your arms to about waist height. Make sure your wrist is hinged, and a decent angle is being created between your lead wrist and the club.

Now, while holding that angle, drag the handle through the hitting area, and keep the angle until it’s aligned over the alignment stick on the ground.

What this is doing, is forcing you to maintain lag through the hitting area, as well as getting you used to the feeling of it. This is an exaggerated move, but it will translate over to your swing in a less exaggerated way.

While you are hitting balls during this drill, expect them to be very low shots, with a tendency to be pulled. This is because you have extreme forward press at impact, as well as a strong clubface.

To start, it’s essential to get used to what lag feels like at the bottom of your swing. For this, an alignment stick or a spare club can be helpful.

Set Up: Place an alignment stick on the ground along your heel line, pointing downrange.

Positioning: Address the ball, taking your arms to about waist height in a mini-swing. Hinge your wrists to form a decent angle between your lead wrist and the club.

Feel the Lag: Now, as you move forward, focus on dragging the handle of the club through the hitting area without releasing your wrist hinge too early. Aim to keep the club shaft parallel to the alignment stick on the ground.

This exercise reinforces the feeling of holding lag through impact, which translates to more power and better ball striking. Expect lower shots initially, as the extreme forward press at impact exaggerates the lag angle, helping your hands lead through the strike.

Drill #2: Stop Casting with the Swing Drill

Most players lose the angles they create during their backswing as soon as they start their downswing. They unhinge the wrists, and try to “help” the ball get in the air instead of hitting down on the golf ball.

For this drill, I want you to hold the club out directly in front of you, with your arms completely extended. Now, move your hands back, then pull them forward.

What you are going to see, if you keep your wrists loose, is the angle between your hands and the club is going to become very small.

So the club head is going to get behind your hands, then whip forward as you finish pulling through. What this drill is showing you is what it feels like to create lag at the start of the downswing.

The wrists need to be loose while performing this drill, as that’s the only way to witness the lag being created.

If this is done right during your swing, it should feel as though your club shaft is getting closer to your body during the downswing, compared to being “casted” away from you.

Many golfers cast—releasing the angle between their lead arm and the club too soon—which reduces power and consistency. Casting generally results from overly tense wrists or a misunderstanding of the downswing transition. Here’s a drill to help you avoid casting and feel lag naturally.

Hold the Club Out: Extend your arms in front of you, holding the club directly out from your shoulders.

Feel the Angle: Move your hands back, then pull them forward without tightening your wrists. As you do, the angle between your hands and club should become smaller, storing energy.

Swing Without Tension: In your downswing, maintain loose wrists so that the club head naturally lags behind. This mimics the feel of a well-timed release, avoiding the urge to “help” the club through impact.

Practice this drill regularly to build muscle memory for a lagging downswing. You’ll find that the clubhead naturally trails your hands, delivering a more efficient, powerful impact.

Drill #3: The Towel Drill to Encourage Lag and Downward Strikes

Lag works best when your weight shifts properly onto your lead side, allowing a clean, downward strike on the ball. This drill helps reinforce the proper ball contact by adding a feedback mechanism.

Set Up a Towel Behind the Ball: Fold a golf towel a few times for thickness, and place it on the ground about a club head’s distance behind the ball.

Strike Without Hitting the Towel: With this setup, your goal is to make contact with the ball without disturbing the towel. This will only happen if you lead with your hands and maintain your wrist hinge until impact.

This drill reinforces lag by demanding a forward-leaning shaft at impact. Another variation of this drill is to place a tee a few inches in front of the ball; focus on driving through the tee. Both drills will force you to strike downward, creating a cleaner, more consistent ball flight.

Drill #4: Wrist Hinge and Release

A strong lag angle begins with proper wrist hinging. This drill trains your wrists to hinge naturally and lets you hold that hinge until the correct point in your downswing.

Set Up with a Hinge: During your backswing, let your wrists hinge naturally as your arms reach parallel to the ground.

Pause and Feel the Angle: At the top, hold the angle momentarily, then slowly bring the club down without “throwing” the club out.

Release Naturally: Focus on the sensation of maintaining the hinge through the downswing, only allowing the club to release near impact.

This drill teaches your wrists the timing of a delayed release, allowing you to preserve the stored energy until the ideal moment. Practice this regularly, and you’ll develop a habit of holding the lag angle, resulting in more powerful shots.

Drill #5: Stop Helping the Ball in the Air

Many players have the wrong idea when it comes to contacting the golf ball. They will try to help the ball in the air, when in reality that’s the last thing you want to do.

Swinging like this will result in weak ball flights, loss of distance, and very inconsistent contact. We need to start hitting down on the golf ball, as a result from shifting our weight to the lead side, which in return will create lag for us.

In this drill, all you are going to need is a golf towel. Fold the towel a few times so it’s a bit thicker, and lay it on the ground about a club head away from the golf ball.

Having the towel behind the ball does two things: One, it will give you immediate feedback to whether or not you are hitting shots fat/helping the ball in the air, and 2, it will force you to get your hands in front of the ball at impact as a result from lag.

This drill will give you the feeling of proper contact and hitting down on the ball.

Another variation of this drill, if you don’t have a golf towel, is to place a tee a few inches in front of the golf ball. Instead of focusing on hitting the ball, focus on hitting the tee. This will have the same benefits for your swing as the towel drill has.

Lag creates SPEED. Lag creates POWER. Take these drills to the range, and in no time, you will be producing SERIOUS lag.

Golf Lag Swing Trainer

Want a Club That Guarantees You’ll Increase Lag, Stop Casting, and Hit Higher, Longer, & Straighter Golf Shots?

Lag Shot is being used by thousands of golfers to generate more lag, improve their ball-striking, hit more greens in regulation, and ultimately shoot lower scores.

It’s even being recommended by top golf instructors like Adam Bazalgette (3-Time PGA Teacher of the Year), Andrew Rice (Golf Digest Top 50), and Mark Durland (Golf Magazine Top 100)

Using the Lag Shot Swing Trainer for Faster Results:

The Lag Shot Swing Trainer is an invaluable tool that helps golfers build lag by providing instant feedback. The weighted club in the Lag Shot Trainer helps ingrain the feel of lag as you swing. Its flexibility trains your muscles to stay relaxed, while its weight encourages you to maintain lag until just before impact.

Start with Half Swings: Use the Lag Shot Trainer with half swings, focusing on the feel of lag in your wrists.

Progress to Full Swings: As you grow comfortable with the weight and timing, try full swings. The trainer will promote a natural lag, ensuring that your wrists stay hinged until just before impact.

Monitor Feedback: If you cast or release too early, you’ll feel it immediately as the club loses its path. The Lag Shot Trainer’s design forces you to maintain lag until the ideal release point.

Highly recommended by top golf instructors like Adam Bazalgette and Andrew Rice, the Lag Shot Trainer can accelerate your lag-building progress and improve your overall ball striking.

Benefits of Mastering Lag:

1. Increased Distance and Speed

The energy stored in the lag angle boosts clubhead speed, helping you hit the ball farther with less effort.

2. Improved Accuracy:

With better timing and a more consistent release, lag helps to keep shots on target, leading to lower scores.

3. Protection Against Injury:

Lag reduces reliance on muscle strain, protecting joints and muscles, especially as golfers age.

4. Consistent Ball Striking:

Better ball contact, with downward strikes and centered hits, leads to improved control and stability in all aspects of your game.

Conclusion: Build Lag, Transform Your Game

Lag is not just a pro golfer’s advantage; it’s a fundamental that can help golfers of all skill levels hit longer, straighter, and more controlled shots. The drills here, along with tools like the Lag Shot Trainer, provide a structured approach to building lag. By practicing these regularly, you’ll develop the muscle memory needed to retain lag and reap the rewards of effortless power and precision.

So, next time you’re on the range, take these lag drills with you, focus on building that lag angle, and get ready to crush your irons like never before!

[rotaryswinggolf]

Tiger Woods Swing Speed Secret - Maximize Your Club Head Speed

In this video, we're diving into Tiger Woods' swing speed secret to show you how to effortlessly maximize your club head speed. Do you remember the most effortless golf shot you've ever hit? It's like the ball just melted on the clubface, right? Learn the pro formula that can help you increase your swing speed by up to 30 mph using easy wrist techniques.

Too often, golfers think power comes from swinging their bodies harder. However, real power and speed come from your wrists. Discover why Tiger Woods and other pros focus on their hand speed and how you can apply these techniques to your game. By drawing the letter "J" with your trail hand, you'll unlock new levels of swing speed you've never achieved before.

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Sunday, April 14, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: GO! GO! LOSER RANGER! (Disney + Star) BEACON 23 (MGM+) BLUEY: THE SIGN (Disney Junior) 7:00am/(Disney Channel Canada) 7:30am WWE’S MOST WANTED TREASURES (A&E Canada) 8:00pm THE 100TH: BILLY JOEL AT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN (Global) 9:00pm 24 IN 24: LAST CHEF STANDING (Food Network Canada) 9:00pm THE SYMPATHIZER (HBO Canada) 9:00pm SECRETS OF THE HELLS ANGELS (A&E Canada) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: 2024 CMT MUSIC AWARDS (CBS Feed) MR BATES VS THE POST OFFICE (PBS Feed)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

CRAVE TV THE SYMPATHIZER (Season 1, Episode 1) MUPPETS FROM SPACE SURF’S UP

GOLF (TSN5) 10:00am: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round - Amen Corner (TSN4) 10:00am: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round (TSN3) 10:00am: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round - Featured Groups (TSN3/TSN4) 2:00pm: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round (TSN/TSN3/TSN4/TSN5) 8:30pm: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round (TSN/TSN3/TSN4/TSN5) 11:30pm: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Masters Primetime

CURLING (SN) 10:00am: Grand Slam of Curling: Players' Championship: Women’s Final (SN360) 2:30pm: Grand Slam of Curling: Players' Championship: Men’s Final

2024 IIHF WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP (TSN) 1:00pm: Bronze Medal (TSN) 4:30pm: Pre-Game (TSN) 5:00pm: Gold Medal

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 1:00pm: Rockies vs. Jays (SN Now) 4:00pm: Cubs vs. Mariners (TSN2/TSN4) 7:00pm: Padres vs. Dodgers

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 1:00pm: Raptors vs. Heat (SN Now) 1:00pm: Bucks vs. Magic (SN1) 3:30pm: Lakers vs. Pelicans (TSN4) 10:00pm: Timberwolves vs. Lakers

MLS SOCCER (TSN2) 2:30pm: Atlanta vs. Philadelphia (TSN2) 4:30pm: St. Louis vs. Austin

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 6:00pm: Hurricanes vs. Chicago (SNWest) 8:00pm: Coyotes vs. Flames

ESCAPE TO THE CHATEAU: DIY (CBC) 7:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Brits run a chateaux in France with help from Dick Strawbridge and his wife, Angel.

BIG BROTHER CANADA (Global) 8:00pm

JUST FOR LAUGHS (CBC) 9:00pm: The legendary Eddie Izzard hosts this gala, featuring Nimesh Patel, Josie Long, Brandon Ash-Mohammed, Ophira Eisenberg and Tom Ballard.

SULLIVAN'S CROSSING (CTV) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Maggie Sullivan returns to the Crossing to find Sully in the hospital, struggling with the feeling that he's forgotten something; Cal Jones is confused when Maggie gives him the cold shoulder, unaware that Lola pocketed his goodbye letter.

INTO THE DARK: I'M JUST F…ING WITH YOU (T&E) 9:00pm: A man and his sister endure a night of increasingly frightening practical jokes during a stay at a secluded motel.

BODY CAM: ON THE SCENE (Investigation Discovery) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): The streets turn deadly when the driver of a stolen vehicle tries to flee; a sheriff's K9 is let loose on its first pursuit; a spree of home invasions leads to a three-day manhunt.

WHEN CALLS THE HEART (Super Channel Heart & Home) 9:00pm: Elizabeth and Allie plan a birthday party for Nathan; Lee and Rosemary weigh business responsibilities against family time; Lucas settles into his role as governor.

PROSPER (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: Moses is put into the hospital after a tragic accident, and the family prays for a miracle; Issy confronts Benji about his secret, and Dion and U Star are in hot water with Maddox's latest scandal.

THE CURSE OF OAK ISLAND (History Canada) 10:00pm: While the team uncovers a surprising find on Lot 5, members of the Fellowship arrive in Europe and immediately discover more Templar connections.

BRYAN'S ALL IN (HGTV Canada) 10:00pm: After successfully owning and operating three breweries, Rob and Taras want to expand their business to bring more jobs to their local community. With big dreams of creating a Brewer's Village to become a tourist destination and events venue.

THE CURSE OF OAK ISLAND: DRILLING DOWN (History Canada) 11:00pm: Matty Blake heads to Oak Island to dig deep on the scientific method that may solve the Oak Island mystery.

[lovelylittlesimp]

Older bf Rafe who always uses "I'm older so I know better" to stop you from doing something.

Older bf Rafe who always coos at you from above while drilling into you.

Older bf Rafe who when you ask to do coke with him, will be hesitant and say no the first few times before cracking and letting you try it.

Older bf Rafe who laughs when you call him "old man"

Older bf Rafe who doesn't like you hanging out with Sarah when he's not around. He doesn't want you to talk to Pogues.

Older bf Rafe who will drag you away if he sees you talking to JJ or John B.

Older bf Rafe who calls you "baby"

Older bf Rafe who takes you golfing with him so he can show off subtly.

Older bf Rafe who takes his anger out on you. (In a sexy way)

Older bf Rafe who always asks "are you ok with this?" And if you just nod he says "words baby"

Short and sweet 😋 xx

[tojisun]

!! age gap (mid-20s [reader] and late 40s [gaz])

thinking about making a dating profile and setting the maximum age to 50.

your friends told you to be careful; they told you that a lot of older men are in dating apps specifically because they are looking for younger partners, and you don't have the heart to tell them that that's exactly where your preference lies—someone older, who's had years to be financially stable, and who you know would be able to truly spoil you.

so you tell them it's just for jokes. that you'll change it back later, you swear, but you don't. instead, you fix up your profile, putting pictures that you know were just on the right side of seductive, before gearing your hobbies as broad as possible. make them come talk to you about them; make them want to know more about you.

it was a boring run for a while. some may have appealed to you but they all lost their charm after a chat or two.

then, you come across kyle garrick, arguably the most good-looking man you've ever seen in this godforsaken app. he's almost twice your age, you note with a heavy gulp, and his pictures are... extensive.

they're too detailed, almost like a visual resume of how loaded he is.

he's got a picture in his yacht, or in some island—in the bahamas or in the maldives—or of him golfing with some of his buddies. he's lethally good-looking, no matter what damned angle it is, and he's still so fucking buff. he's all thick arms—inked, you note—and shallowly cut abs. he's even got that defined 'V' on his pelvis, obscured only by the unzipped wetsuit he's wearing in that one photo where he and his friends went out swimming with the fucking sharks.

of course they did.

you're so distracted by his pictures that you didn't even realize he's sent you a message.

> i've got tattoos older than you, love.

you can't even fathom how quick that made you wet, crossing your leg over the other as fervid desire blossoms in your core, before matching with mr. garrick and sending him a reply.

.

the first time kyle fucked you, you ended up in a mating press. your legs spread as far as they can with how he's got your ankles in a tight grip—he's got you folded, exposing your wet and dripping pussy for him. exposing it for an easy fucking.

"fuckin' tight o'a cunny y'got there, pretty," he moans, his voice coming out in a rasp.

kyle's unrelenting as he pounds you, measured strokes filling you up until you feel like you're bursting, the throes of your pleasure ramping up until your ecstasy tears through, so close. so ready to break and spill over—

"god, darlin'," he croons, his voice a measured taper like he isn't drilling you until you're all delirious. like you're not being fucked stupid. "you make the happiest sounds, don't you?"

he humps forward, rutting like he's savouring the way your walls are gripping him.

"yeah." kyle laughs. "will definitely keep you."

[thegratefulgolfer]

Push Drill To Improve Your Putting

Putting is a key skill that many players overlook when practicing. They hit the range, hit a bucket of balls, and then spend three minutes putting before heading to the first tee. Sound familiar? I tend to reverse that trend. I will hit balls for about 20% of the time I have to practice or warm up. Then, I hit the chipping/putting area to hone my game. It is something I adopted about 20 years ago…

[mariacallous]

lol philadelphia inquirer bodying nyt

https://www.inquirer.com/opinion/editorials/first-presidential-debate-joe-biden-donald-trump-withdraw-20240629.html

President Joe Biden’s debate performance was a disaster. His disjointed responses and dazed look sparked calls for him to drop out of the presidential race.

But lost in the hand wringing was Donald Trump’s usual bombastic litany of lies, hyperbole, bigotry, ignorance, and fear mongering. His performance demonstrated once again that he is a danger to democracy and unfit for office.

In fact, the debate about the debate is misplaced. The only person who should withdraw from the race is Trump.

Trump, 78, has been on the political stage for eight years marked by chaos, corruption, and incivility. Why go back to that?

To build himself up, Trump constantly tears the country down. There is no shining city on the hill. It’s just mourning in America.

Throughout the debate, Trump repeatedly said we are a “failing” country. He called the United States a “third world nation.” He said, “we’re living in hell” and “very close to World War III.”

“People are dying all over the place,” Trump said, later adding “we’re literally an uncivilized country now.”

Trump told more than 30 lies during the debate to go with the more than 30,000 mistruths told during his four years as president. He dodged the CNN moderators’ questions, took no responsibility for his actions, and blamed others, mainly Biden, for everything that is wrong in the world.

Trump’s response to the Jan. 6, 2021, insurrection he fueled was farcical. He said a “relatively small number of people” went to the Capitol and many were “ushered in by the police.”

After scheming to overturn the 2020 election, Trump refused to say if he would accept the results of the 2024 election. Unless, of course, he wins.

The debate served as a reminder of what another four years of Trump would look like. More lies, grievance, narcissism, and hate. Supporters say they like Trump because he says whatever he thinks. But he mainly spews raw sewage.

Trump attacks the military. He denigrates the Justice Department and judges. He belittles the FBI and the CIA. He picks fights with allies and cozies up to dictators.

Trump is an unserious carnival barker running for the most serious job in the world. During his last term, Trump served himself and not the American people.

Trump spent chunks of time watching TV, tweeting, and hanging out at his country clubs. Over his four-year term, Trump played roughly 261 rounds of golf.

As president, Trump didn’t read the daily intelligence briefs. He continued to use his personal cell phone, allowing Chinese spies to listen to his calls. During one Oval Office meeting, Trump shared highly classified intelligence with the Russian foreign minister and ambassador.

Trump’s term did plenty of damage and had few accomplishments. The much-hyped wall didn’t get built. Infrastructure week was a recurring joke. Giant tax cuts made the rich richer, while fueling massive deficits for others to pay for years. His support for coal, oil drilling and withdrawal from the Paris Agreement worsened the growing impact of climate change.

Trump stacked the judiciary with extreme judges consisting mainly of white males, including a number who the American Bar Association rated as not qualified. A record number of cabinet officials were fired or left the office. The West Wing was in constant chaos and infighting.

Many Trump appointees exited under a cloud of corruption, grifting and ethical scandals. Trump’s children made millions off the White House. His dilettante son-in-law got $2 billion from the Saudi government for his fledgling investment firm even though he never managed money before.

Trump’s mismanagement of the pandemic resulted in tens of thousands of needless deaths. He boasts about stacking the Supreme Court with extreme right-wingers who are stripping away individual rights, upending legal precedents, and making the country less safe. If elected, Trump may add to the court’s conservative majority.

Of course, there were the unprecedented two impeachments. Now, Trump is a convicted felon who is staring at three more criminal indictments. He is running for president to stay out of prison.

If anything, Trump doesn’t deserve to be on the presidential debate stage. Why even give him a platform?

Trump allegedly stole classified information and tried to overturn an election. His plans for a second term are worse than the last one. We cannot be serious about letting such a crooked clown back in the White House.

Yes, Biden had a horrible night. He’s 81 and not as sharp as he used to be. But Biden on his worst day remains lightyears better than Trump on his best.

Biden must show that he is up to the job. This much is clear: He has a substantive record of real accomplishments, fighting the pandemic, combating climate change, investing in infrastructure, and supporting working families and the most vulnerable.

Biden has surrounded himself with experienced people who take public service seriously. He has passed major bipartisan legislation despite a dysfunctional Republican House majority.

Biden believes in the best of America. He has rebuilt relationships with allies around the world and stood up to foes like Russia and China.

There was only one person at the debate who does not deserve to be running for president. The sooner Trump exits the stage, the better off the country will be.

[emjayewrites]

hey there, delilah • jude bellingham (5/6)

SYNOPSIS: Real Madrid football star Jude Bellingham has had a big crush on Delilah "Lila" Hamilton, the younger sister of Formula 1 legend Lewis Hamilton, for a while. As their budding romance unfolds, will they be able to navigate the pressures of fame and family dynamics?

PAIRINGS: Jude Bellingham x Delilah "Lila" Hamilton (face claim Rayan Xasan)

WARNINGS: cursing, f1/football b.s., overly protective siblings, eventual smut (18+/minors dni)

TAGLIST: @dreamingjude @foreverisntenough @nichmeddar @hopefulromantic1 @lettersofgold @judesbabymamas @perfecttrashface @alika-4466 @cocobutterqwueen @leilaxaliel @ispywithmylileye @vile-harlot @bellinghaalands @certifiedlesbianbaddie @yeea-nah @empressdede @saturnville @pinkcatcus @shepgurl @neewrites @trentswrld @taytropicana

A/N: Please let me know if you like to be removed/added to the taglist.

The Weimarer Land Spa and Golf Resort, nestled in the picturesque outskirts of Blankenhain, served as the perfect base for England's Euro training camp. The luxurious resort boasted top-notch training facilities, including multiple pristine football pitches, a fully equipped gym, and a high-tech recovery center. The players also had access to an 18-hole golf course, spa facilities, and gourmet dining options to help them relax between intense training sessions.

On a crisp morning, Jude and his teammates gathered on one of the immaculate pitches for their daily warm-up. The air buzzed with excitement and nervous energy as they prepared for another grueling practice session.

The players started with light jogging, gradually increasing their pace as they circled the pitch. They then moved on to dynamic stretches, focusing on loosening up their muscles and improving flexibility. Ankle rotations, hip circles, and arm swings were followed by more football-specific movements like high knees and butt kicks.

As they transitioned into passing drills, Jude found himself alongside Trent Alexander-Arnold and his roommate, Eberechi Eze. The three young players couldn't help but engage in some playful banter as they knocked the ball between them.

"Oi, Trent," Jude called out as he received a pass, "seen your barber lately? That trim's looking a bit dodgy, mate."

Trent rolled his eyes, a grin playing on his lips. "Fuck you. Not all of us can have a personal stylist on call 24/7."

Eze chimed in, "Yeah, some of us have to make do with what we've got. Speaking of which, Jude, when are you gonna hook a brother up with that LV sponsorship?"

"Off of it," Jude laughed, deliberately misplacing his pass to Eze. "You wish, mate. Maybe if you score in the opener, I'll consider putting in a good word."

"Oh, that's how it is?" Eze retorted, chasing after the ball. "Just wait 'til I nutmeg you in front of everyone. Your LV deal'll be mine before you know it."

Their laughter echoed across the pitch, drawing looks from some of the other players. Trent was about to fire back with another quip when a sharp whistle cut through the air.

"Alright, lads!" Gareth Southgate's voice boomed across the field. "That's enough fucking around. Let's get serious and start our real work for the day."

The three friends exchanged amused glances before jogging to join the rest of the team, ready to throw themselves into the day's training session.

A grin spread across Jude's face. "Alright, Trent, I'll hook you up with my barber. Maybe then you won't look like you've been cutting your own hair with safety scissors."

Trent nudged his friend on the shoulder, earning a hearty laugh from Jude. "I hate you so fucking much."

As the training session progressed, the players were split into groups for various drills. Jude found himself waiting alongside Trent for their turn at a passing exercise.

"So," Trent began, a mischievous glint in his eye, "how's things with Miss Hamilton?"

Jude felt his cheeks redden at the mention of Lila. "She's good, yeah. Miss her though."

"Bet you do," Trent teased. "When's she coming to watch?"

"She'll be at the opener in Gelsenkirchen," Jude replied, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. "Was texting her last night actually. She's in Milan right now, finishing up some big business deal."

Trent's eyebrows shot up. "Business deal? What kind?"

Jude shrugged. "Dunno, mate. She didn't even tell me. Said it was all hush-hush for now."

Their conversation was interrupted as it was their turn for the drill. As they jogged back to the end of the line, Trent brought up Southgate's plan for family visits.

"Heard about the visiting rules?" he asked. "Southgate's paranoid about another Baden-Baden situation."

Jude nodded. "Yeah, 48 hours after matches. Bit strict, but I get it. At least some family's allowed to stay nearby. My mum's one of them."

"Lucky," Trent muttered. "My lot's stuck with the 48-hour rule."

As they continued their drills, Jude's mind wandered to Lila. He was grateful for the time they'd have together, even if it was limited. The thought of seeing her after the opener gave him an extra boost of motivation as he threw himself into the rest of the training session.

The day wore on, filled with tactical discussions, more drills, and a practice match. By the time Southgate blew the final whistle, the players were exhausted but satisfied with their progress.

Jude headed back to the locker room, and he pulled out his phone, smiling at a new message from Lila. Despite the grueling day, knowing she'd be there soon made everything feel a bit better. The locker room was filled with the usual post-training chatter when Bukayo Saka's voice suddenly rang out above the rest.

"Oi, Dec! Play that shit!" Saka called to Declan Rice, who was fiddling with a bluetooth speaker.

A moment later, the opening beats of Central Cee and Lil Baby's 'BAND4BAND' filled the room. Several players immediately perked up, bobbing their heads to the rhythm.

"Yes, bruv!" Saka exclaimed, starting to rap along with the lyrics.

Marcus Rashford joined in, matching Saka word for word. "We can go band for band, fuck that, we can go M for M…"

Jude shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched his teammates' impromptu performance. He pulled off his sweaty training kit, tossing it into the laundry bin.

"Not feeling it, Jude?" Eze asked, noticing Jude's lack of participation.

Jude chuckled. "Nah, mate. I'll leave the rapping to you lot. I'm more of a shower singer myself."

When he headed inside the showers, he could hear Phil Foden attempting to hit some of the high notes of a song from Queen, much to the amusement (and mock horror) of the others.

The hot water was a welcome relief, washing away the grime and tension from the day. By the time Jude emerged, dressed in his team tracksuit, the locker room had mostly cleared out.

He found Trent waiting for him in the corridor, phone in hand.

"Ready for lunch?" Trent asked, falling into step beside Jude as they headed towards the dining room.

"Starving," Jude replied. He glanced at Trent's phone. "What you looking at?"

Trent grinned, holding up his screen to show the Raya app. "Just checking out some potential matches. Want to help?" Jude gave him a shrug as a response. "What do you think of this one?" Trent asked, holding up his phone to display a photo of a stylish brunette.

Jude glanced at the screen, taking in the woman's profile. "She seems nice, mate. Good taste in music by the looks of it. Into indie rock, eh?"

Trent nodded approvingly. "Yeah, caught my eye. How about this one?" He swiped to another profile, this time a blonde with a radiant smile.

"Yoga instructor, vegan chef… bit different from your usual type, innit?" Jude observed with a smirk.

"Trying to broaden my horizons," Trent replied with a chuckle.

"Dickhead," Jude muttered with a bemused sigh.

They entered the dining room, picking out their lunch - grilled chicken, quinoa, and a variety of steamed vegetables, all carefully portioned according to the team nutritionist's guidelines. Finding a table, they settled in to eat.

As Jude was about to take his first bite, his phone lit up with a FaceTime request from Lila. His face instantly broke into a wide grin.

"It's my baby, it's my baby," Jude sing-songed, making Trent roll his eyes good-naturedly.

"Go on then, lover boy," Trent teased.

Jude answered the call, his face lighting up at the sight of Lila. "Hey, beautiful! How's Milan?"

"Busy but exciting," Lila replied, her voice slightly tinny through the phone speaker. "Just finished the meeting. How was training?"

"Brutal," Jude groaned dramatically. "Southgate's working us to the bone."

They chatted about Lila's day and Jude's training. At one point, Jude turned the camera to include Trent.

"Say hi to Trent, Li," Jude said.

"Hey, Trent!" Lila waved. "Keeping this one in line?"

Trent laughed, leaning into frame. "Trying my best, but it's a full-time job. Your boy here can't stop gushing about you, by the way. It's getting a bit sickening, really."

"Oi, shut it," Jude protested, but he was grinning.

Lila giggled. "Aw, Judey Bear, you softie."

The conversation continued, filled with laughter and easy banter. Jude and Lila made plans for her upcoming visit, while Trent occasionally chimed in with a joke or comment.

As they wrapped up the call, Jude's expression was noticeably brighter. "Bye, baby. Can't wait to see you. I'll phone you later, alright?"

After hanging up, Trent raised an eyebrow at Jude. "You two are disgustingly cute, you know that?"

Jude just shrugged, unable to wipe the smile off his face. "I know."

Trent shook his head in disbelief. "I still can't wrap my head around it, mate. One minute you're crushing on her Instagram, next thing you're proper boyfriend and girlfriend. What's your secret?"

Jude grinned, taking a bite of his lunch. "Just my natural charm, I suppose."

"Come off it," Trent scoffed. "Give us your game card, then. Share the wealth."

"Nah," Jude replied with a firm headshake. "Can't let my secret weapon go public. Got to keep some mystery, you know?"

Just then, Bukayo Saka approached their table, tray in hand. "Alright if I join?"

Trent put on a mock serious face. "Sorry, mate. You can't sit with us."

Saka promptly flipped him the bird before sitting down anyway. "What are we chatting about then?"

Jude filled him in. "Just Trent being in awe of my relationship skills."

"Ah," Saka nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Speaking of, Tolami can't wait to meet Lila. She's proper excited about it."

Jude nodded, his expression brightening at the mention of Lila. "Yeah, Lila mentioned that. They're following each other on Insta now. I reckon they'll get on well."

"It'll be nice for Lila to have someone to hang out with during the matches," Trent observed. "You know, when she's not too busy swooning over your football skills."

Jude rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress his grin. "Shut up, you mug."

Saka leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, Jude, when are you going to let me meet the famous Lila? I need to make sure she's good enough for our star midfielder."

"Oi," Jude protested, but he was laughing. "You will meet her soon enough. Just... try not to embarrass me too much, yeah?"

They continued to talk about a plethora of things, including their love lives and excited chatter about the upcoming tournament. As they finished their lunch, Jude couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. The Euros were just around the corner, and soon, he'd have Lila by his side to share in the excitement.

Life was pretty good if he'd say so himself.

The day had been a whirlwind for Lila. It started with an early morning photoshoot at Versace's headquarters, where she modeled pieces from the upcoming collection. The energy on set was electric, with Donatella herself overseeing the shoot and offering words of encouragement.

After the photoshoot, Lila attended a series of meetings with Versace's marketing team to discuss the rollout plan for her ambassadorship. They covered everything from social media strategies to potential event appearances. Lila's head was spinning with information, but she felt exhilarated by the opportunities ahead.

In the afternoon, she had a final fitting for the custom Versace gown she would wear to the announcement dinner. As she stood in front of the mirror, draped in the stunning creation, the reality of her new role truly began to sink in.

Throughout the day, Lila's thoughts kept drifting to Jude. She longed to share this experience with him, to see his proud smile and feel his supportive embrace. Despite the excitement of the day, she found herself counting down the hours until she could hear his voice again.

As evening approached and Lila prepared for the dinner, she felt a mix of anticipation and nerves. She was about to step into a new chapter of her life, and while Jude couldn't be there physically, she carried the warmth of his support with her.

Now, as Lila sat in the private dining room at Cracco Restaurant, surrounded by Versace's top executives and creative team, she felt a sense of accomplishment and gratitude. After months of secrecy and hard work, it was finally official - she was Versace's newest ambassador.

The space was adorned with sleek, modern decor that complemented the restaurant's innovative cuisine. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the gathering.

Donatella Versace stood to give a speech, her presence commanding the room. "I've known Lila since she was just ten years old," she began, her voice warm with affection. "She would join her brother Lewis at our fashion shows, her eyes wide with wonder. Now, to see her not only as our ambassador but also launching her own label, Petite Soeur… I couldn't be prouder. We at Versace are thrilled to begin this collaboration."

As the evening progressed, Lila savored each moment, from the exquisite seven-course tasting menu to the animated conversations about upcoming projects. Once the evening wound down, Lila's driver escorted her to a sleek black Mercedes. The city lights of Milan twinkled as they made their way through the historic streets to the Bulgari Hotel Milano.

The hotel, housed in an 18th-century palazzo, exuded luxury from the moment Lila stepped into the marble-floored lobby. Her suite, with its blend of contemporary design and classic Italian opulence, offered a stunning view of the private garden.

Lila received a notification. The official announcement of her ambassadorship had just been released across all of Versace's social media platforms. Within moments, her phone exploded with calls and messages.

Amidst the flood of notifications, Jude's name popped up. She answered immediately.

"FUCK YEAH!" Jude's voice boomed through the speaker, making Lila laugh.

"Easy there, you almost burst my eardrums," she teased.

Jude's excitement was palpable. "I'm so proud of you, Li! My parents saw the news too - they're proper chuffed for you."

Lila felt a wave of gratitude. She recalled their meeting at the Champions League match - Denise's warm embrace, Mark's kind words, and Jobe's playful banter. Their sincerity had touched her deeply, making her feel instantly welcome.

"It means so much that your family is happy for me," Lila said softly. "They were so lovely at the match. I was nervous about meeting them, but they made me feel so welcome."

Jude's voice softened. "They adore you, Li. Mum hasn't stopped talking about how sweet you are since that day. But babe," he continued. "The internet's going mental over it. You're trending everywhere!"

Lila grinned, still trying to process it all. "It's a bit overwhelming, to be honest. But in the best way possible."

"You deserve all of it," Jude assured her. "God, I miss you. Can't wait to see you this weekend and celebrate properly. You're definitely getting celebratory head."

"Jesus Christ, Jude!"

"I'm serious, Li. Fuck...I can't wait."

"I can't wait either," Lila replied softly, her cheeks flushing as she remembered their time in Ibiza. "So, tell me more about training," Lila prompted, stifling a yawn. "How's Southgate working you lot?"

She made herself comfortable on the plush king-sized bed, nestling into the soft pillows. The city lights of Milan twinkled outside her window, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Jude chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "Still brutal, if I'm honest. But it's good, you know? Feels like we're really coming together as a team."

They chatted about the dynamics of the England squad, Jude sharing funny anecdotes about his teammates and their off-pitch antics. Lila listened, occasionally interjecting with questions or laughter. As the night wore on, their conversation drifted to more personal topics. They talked about their childhoods, their dreams for the future, and the little things that made them happy.

"You know what I also can't wait for?" Jude said, his voice soft and slightly drowsy.

"What's that?" Lila murmured, her own eyelids growing heavy.

"To watch the sunset with you in Gelsenkirchen after we win our first match," he replied.

Lila smiled, warmth spreading through her chest. "That sounds perfect."

Their words became fewer and farther between, replaced by comfortable silences and the soft sound of their breathing. Neither wanted to be the first to hang up, content in the illusion of closeness despite the miles between them.

"Jude?" Lila whispered after a particularly long pause.

"Mmm?" came his sleepy response.

"I'm really happy," she said simply.

"Me too, Li," he murmured. "Me too."

The night deepened and their breathing synchronized, both drifting off to sleep with their phones still connected. In the quiet of their respective rooms - Lila in her luxurious Milan suite and Jude in his training camp accommodation - they shared a moment of peace, connected by the invisible thread of their growing relationship.

The last thing Lila heard before sleep claimed her was Jude's soft, rhythmic breathing, a comforting lullaby that carried her into her dreams.

lilahamilton • posted on their story 6 hours ago

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lewishamilton: congrats peanut!!

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The Veltins-Arena in Gelsenkirchen buzzed with anticipation as fans filed in for England's Euro 2024 opener against Serbia. The atmosphere was electric, with chants and songs echoing through the stadium. Flags waved, faces painted in red and white, as the excitement built to a fever pitch.

Lila made her way through the crowd, her heart racing with anticipation. She was dressed in an oversized black leather jacket, a cropped England jersey with Jude's number, high-waisted jeans featuring a red stripe and lion emblems on the sides, and Adidas trainers. Her eyes scanned the sea of faces, searching for Tolami.

Suddenly, she spotted her. Tolami stood out effortlessly in the crowd, her presence commanding attention. She was taller than Lila's petite 5'3" frame, with lustrous black hair styled in a middle part and curled, falling just below her shoulders. Her deep brown, blemish-free skin seemed to glow, and when she smiled, her megawatt grin lit up her entire face, causing endearing crinkles around her warm brown eyes.

As Lila approached, Tolami lifted her black cat-eye sunglasses, placing them atop her head in a casual, effortlessly cool 'it girl' manner.

"Lila!" Tolami exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug.

The moment they embraced, Lila felt an instant connection. Tolami's hug was warm and genuine, and Lila knew right away that they were going to be fast friends.

"It's so good to finally meet you in person!" Lila said as they pulled apart.

Tolami nodded enthusiastically. "I know! I feel like I already know you from all our chats. But girl, you're even prettier in person!"

As they made their way to their seats, they chatted animatedly about everything from their boyfriends' pre-match rituals to their own matchday outfits. Tolami's personality shone through - friendly and warm, but with an underlying strength that suggested she didn't take any nonsense.

The energy in the stadium continued to build as kickoff approached. When the teams emerged onto the pitch, both Lila and Tolami jumped to their feet, cheering loudly. Their eyes were fixed on Jude and Bukayo as they lined up for the national anthem.

When the match began, Lila and Tolami were on the edge of their seats, their hands often finding each other's in moments of tension or excitement. They gasped collectively as Jude connected with Bukayo's cross in the 13th minute, heading the ball into the net.

The stadium erupted, and Lila and Tolami were no exception. They leapt to their feet, screaming in joy. On the pitch, Jude and Trent's celebration was iconic - both dropped to one knee before placing a splayed hand over their face, a move that would be replayed on highlight reels for days to come.

"Yes! That's my man!" Lila shouted, her voice hoarse with excitement.

Tolami hugged her tightly. "And assisted by mine! They're unstoppable together!"

The match progressed, and they rode the emotional rollercoaster together - celebrating England's strong first half, then biting their nails as Serbia pushed back in the second. Tolami's running commentary was both insightful and hilarious, keeping Lila laughing even in the most tense moments.

When Harry Kane's header was brilliantly saved, hitting the underside of the bar, both women groaned in unison. "So close!" Tolami exclaimed, squeezing Lila's hand.

The final minutes of the match were nail-biting. As Serbia pressed for an equalizer, Lila and Tolami clung to each other, barely able to watch. When the final whistle blew, signaling England's 1-0 victory, they erupted in cheers, hugging each other tightly.

"What a start!" Tolami exclaimed, her face beaming with joy.

Lila nodded, her eyes shining with unshed happy tears. "Jude was incredible out there. And Bukayo with that assist!"

"We have to do this again for the next match," Tolami said as they walked out.

Lila agreed enthusiastically. "Absolutely! Maybe we can grab lunch before the game next time?"

They made their way to the area where the WAGs and other supporters waited for the players. Tolami sighed, running a hand through her hair. "This two-day post-match policy is killing me. Southgate's strictness is next level."

Lila nodded sympathetically. "I know. Jude's been complaining about it too."

As they approached the waiting area, Tolami brightened. "Oh, let me introduce you to someone. Lauren!" She waved to a blonde woman nearby. "Lauren, this is Lila, Jude's girlfriend. Lila, this is Lauren Fryer, Declan's girlfriend."

Lauren suddenly chuckled. "You know, Lila, we both have Judes in our lives." Lila looked confused momentarily before Lauren explained, "My son's name is Jude."

"Oh!" Lila laughed. "That's adorable. Judes seem to be pretty special, huh?"

Their laughter was interrupted by Lila's attention being drawn to a group of girls in the corner, whispering and giggling. Their gaze was fixed on Lauren, and their expressions were far from friendly.

Lila felt her temper flare. "What the fuck do you think-" she began, but Lauren's hand on her arm stopped her.

"Girl, it's not worth it," Tolami said softly.

Lauren nodded. "Yeah, I appreciate it, but I realized my mental health is a lot better when I just ignore them. Besides," she added with a smile, "here come our men."

Sure enough, the players were emerging from the locker room, all clad in the team's tracksuit. Some of the girls in the corner began to fawn and scream, clearly trying to catch the attention of the single players.

But Lila only had eyes for Jude. When he spotted her, his face lit up, and he jogged over. In one smooth motion, he swept her up in a bear hug, lifting her off her feet. His lips peppered her cheeks with kisses as he spoke.

"God, I missed you," Jude said, his voice muffled against her hair. "Did you see the goal? That was for you, babe."

Lila laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I saw it. You were brilliant out there."

As Jude set her down, keeping an arm around her waist, Lila caught sight of the group of girls from earlier. They were watching her and Jude with barely concealed envy. But Lila found she didn't care. She was exactly where she wanted to be, with the man she cared about, celebrating a victory that felt like it belonged to both of them.

Jude looked around at the other WAGs. "You ladies been taking care of my girl?" he asked with a grin.

Tolami laughed. "More like she's been taking care of us. You've got a firecracker here, Jude."

Jude's arm tightened around Lila's waist. "Don't I know it," he said, his voice warm with affection.

The other players joined their partners, and the atmosphere became festive. The victory had everyone in high spirits, and for a moment, the strictness of Southgate's rules seemed far away.

Bukayo approached the group, his arm wrapping around Tolami. Lila's eyes lit up, her inner Arsenal fan barely contained.

"Bukayo! Brilliant game," Lila said enthusiastically as they shook hands.

Bukayo grinned. "Thanks! And it's such a pleasure to finally meet you, Lila. Jude here won't shut up about you."

Declan Rice joined them, exchanging greetings with everyone. "Hey, anyone up for some pints and food?" he suggested.

Bukayo pulled Tolami closer. "Respectfully, I'm declining. I miss my girl and spend too much time with your stinky arses already," he joked.

Jude nodded in agreement. "Same here, mate. But next time for sure," he promised, offering fist bumps to Bukayo and Declan.

After they said their farewells, Jude led Lila away, and she glanced around. "Where's Trent?"

Jude chuckled. "Probably talking up one of the groupies, but nevermind that, focus on us," he said cheekily, guiding her towards the exit.

Outside, a small crowd of fans and paparazzi awaited. Camera flashes went off as Jude signed autographs and took photos with fans, always keeping Lila close. Finally, they made it to the parking lot where Lila's rental car waited.

Once inside the car, Jude pulled Lila into another kiss. This one was slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing the outline of her bottom lip. When he pulled back, he wore a wide grin.

"Looks like both of us deserve celebratory head tonight," he said with a wink.

Lila rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress her smile. "You're fuckin' impossible," she said, starting up the car.

"Impossibly charming, you mean," Jude retorted, settling into his seat.

As they drove away from the stadium, the excitement of the match still buzzing between them, Lila couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable summer.

lilahamilton • posted on their story 12 hours ago

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footballwags: yes!! we needed this duo!!

britishvogue: you and tolami are literal goals!! ⚽️ 🥅

judebellingham: thank you baby 💕🥹

tolami_benson: my baby boo 💖✨

jobebellingham: go jude!!

landonorris: get in there, jude!!!!!

f1: so happy you’re having a great time but we miss you on the paddock, lila 😢

Jude woke up feeling on top of the world. The euphoria of winning England's Euro opener still coursed through his veins, mingling with the warmth of having Lila by his side. Last night had been perfect - a celebratory dinner filled with carbs and laughter, followed by hours of cuddling and exploring one another bodies.

Celebratory head, sixty-nine, whatever one wished to describe it....he'd enjoyed it plenty. Lila was a fast learner, eager to please him just as much as he wanted to please her. Thus far, he's been marching to the beat of her drum - listening aptly to all of her wants, needs, and desires without crossing any boundary lines. Jude knew all about Lila's lack of experience, but he also knew that being her first was serious business.

The most serious. She was sweet, shy, and curious, which he never had in any flings besides his first time and he wanted nothing but the best for her.

As he scrolled through his phone, Jude couldn't help but smile at the flood of congratulatory messages, but mixed in with the positivity were the inevitable naysayers - people questioning whether he was too young for a serious relationship, wondering if Lila was just another WAG, or worse, accusing her of being with him for fame.

Jude's jaw clenched. He was determined to prove them all wrong. This wasn't just some fleeting romance; he was committed to Lila. He'd been crushing on her for so long, admiring her from afar, and now that they were finally together, he'd be damned if he let anyone or anything mess it up.

His DMs were flooded, more so than usual. Among the fan messages were an increasing number from groupies, their advances more bold now that his relationship was public. Jude ignored them all. He had eyes only for Lila.

A notification caught his attention - Lewis Hamilton had followed him on Instagram. Jude's heart raced for a moment, and the fan in him was excited to be noticed by the racing GOAT. But reality quickly set in. This wasn't about a simple liking to Jude per se; this was Lewis keeping tabs on the guy dating his little sister.

The thought of Lewis watching his every move online was intimidating, but Jude refused to let it scare him off. He was in this for the long haul, ready to face whatever challenges came their way - overprotective brothers included.

As Lila stirred beside him, Jude put his phone down. Social media, public opinion, even Lewis's watchful eye - none of it mattered in this moment. What mattered was the girl next to him, the connection they shared, and the future they were building together.

Jude was ready to show the world, and himself, that he was capable of balancing his career and a relationship. With Lila by his side, he felt invincible, ready to take on the Euros, the doubters, and anything else life threw his way.

Lila's eyes fluttered open and his heart swelled at the sight of her.

"Morning, beautiful," Jude murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Lila stretched, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. "Morning. What time is it?"

"Just past eight," Jude replied, checking his phone. "Fancy some breakfast?"

Lila nodded enthusiastically. "God, yes. I'm starving."

They perused the room service menu together, debating the merits of various breakfast options.

"Croissants are a must," Lila insisted.

Jude grinned. "Agreed. And maybe some eggs? I need my protein."

After placing their order - a spread of croissants, fruit, eggs, and plenty of coffee - they settled back into bed, chatting about the previous day's events.

"I still can't believe that goal," Lila said, her eyes shining with pride. "The whole stadium went wild."

Jude felt a warmth spread through his chest at her words. "It was a team effort, really. But I won't lie, it felt amazing."

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door - their breakfast had arrived. They set up their impromptu picnic on the bed, the smell of fresh coffee and pastries filling the room.

As they started to eat, Jude couldn't help but marvel at how comfortable this all felt - sharing a lazy morning with Lila, enjoying a simple breakfast together. It was a pocket of normalcy in their otherwise hectic lives.

"So," Jude said, taking a sip of his coffee, "what's next on your agenda while I'm off being a football star?" His eyes twinkled with playful mischief.

Lila rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Well, Mr. Star, I've got a few things lined up. There's a Versace photoshoot in Positano next week, and then I'm headed to Barcelona for Lewis's race."

"Ah, supporting the other star in your life, eh?" Jude teased, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

Lila laughed, her fingers lingering on his cheek. "Jealous?"

"Of your brother? Never," Jude grinned. "Though I might be a bit envious of Barcelona. The weather there is gorgeous this time of year."

"Speaking of gorgeous," Lila said, her tone turning more serious, "you were amazing in the match yesterday. How are you feeling about the next one?"

Jude's expression became focused. "Feeling good, actually. The team's in great form, and that win has really boosted our confidence. But we can't get complacent. Every match is crucial."

Lila nodded, understanding the pressure he was under. "You'll smash it, I know you will."

Their conversation drifted between Jude's upcoming matches and Lila's projects, punctuated by soft kisses and shared laughter. Despite the whirlwind of their lives and the constant public attention, in moments like these, it was just the two of them - Jude and Lila, enjoying each other's company and planning for their future.

As they finished their brunch, Jude pulled Lila close. "I'm going to miss you when you're in Barcelona," he admitted softly.

Lila snuggled into his embrace. "I'll miss you too. But I'll be cheering you on from afar, and I'll be back before you know it."

Jude smiled. "I know. And when you get back, we'll enjoy another repeat of last night, yeah?" Lila's face flushed and she ducked shyly into her hand. "No, no, don't be bashful now," he continued to tease, removing her hands from her face. "You felt so good, babes. That fuckin' mouth of yours is going to be the death of me."

"Is it?"

"Hell yes," he growled, rolling her over to smother her with kisses. She let out a surprised yelp that dissolved into a satisfied moan when one of his hands cupped her breast. Leaning forward, he captured a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the perimeter of the bud until it hardened. As usual, Lila arched herself into him, her hips grinding to create delicious friction between herself and his boxer-covered sex. "Baby...cut that out."

Jude's murmurs against her skin made Lila shiver with anticipation. He loved her reaction to everything he did - her eyes and face were very expressive, unable to hide her true emotions, and he relished making her feel loved, cherished, and desired.

"J-Jude....p-please...." she moaned as she writhed beneath him.

"What? Tell me what you want."

"You."

"Me?" He glanced up to lock eyes with her and he wished he didn't. Her doe-like brown eyes were darkened to this seductive obsidian and filled with unbridled lust.

Fuck me, I turned her out.

And to think he didn't even give her all of the goods yet.

"Baby, please," she pleaded, jutting out her bottom lip for added effect. "Can you....uh.....lick me again?"

A small smile appeared on Jude's lips at the innocent tone of her voice. She was beginning to enjoy having her little pussy eaten, and Jude would always happily oblige.

"I'll lick you until you're hoarse and wrung out. How does that sound, babes?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Lila's eyes widened slightly at his words, a flush of excitement spreading across her cheeks. "That sounds... incredible," she murmured, her voice breathy.

Jude's smile widened, a mixture of affection and desire in his gaze. He shifted down the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. His hands gently parted her legs, revealing the glistening folds of her sex. He could see how wet and ready she was, her arousal evident in the slickness that coated her inner thighs.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh, his eyes never leaving hers. "Tell me if it's too much, alright?" he said softly.

Lila nodded, her breath hitching as she felt the first brush of his lips against her sensitive flesh. "I will," she promised, her voice trembling slightly.

Jude's tongue flicked out, teasing her clit with gentle, feather-light strokes. Lila's hips lifted off the bed, a moan escaping her lips as the first sparks of pleasure shot through her body. He continued to tease her, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles that had her shaking beneath him.

"Jude... oh God..." she moaned, her hands tangling in his curls as she pulled him closer to her center.

He increased the pressure and speed of his tongue, licking and sucking her clit with a fervor that had her seeing stars. Lila's moans grew louder, her body arching off the bed as she felt herself climbing higher and higher.

Jude's fingers joined in, slipping inside her wet heat and curling upwards to find that sweet spot that made her cry out in ecstasy. He worked her skillfully, his mouth and fingers moving in perfect harmony to drive her wild.

Lila's breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her entire body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. "Jude, I'm so close... please, don't stop..." she begged, her voice desperate.

He had no intention of stopping. Jude doubled down, his tongue and fingers moving faster, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for me, Lila," he murmured against her skin, his voice a low, sexy growl.

That was all it took. With a loud, keening moan, Lila shattered, her orgasm washing over her in powerful waves. Her body convulsed, her hands gripping Jude's hair tightly as she rode out the pleasure.

Jude didn't stop until she was a trembling, boneless mess. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips lingering on her sensitive skin as she came down from her high.

Lila's eyes fluttered open, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across her face. "That was... incredible," she murmured, her voice still breathless.

Jude chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm glad you think so, love. I aim to please."

She laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a tender kiss. "You certainly succeeded," she said against his lips.

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Despite the comfort of the hotel bed, Jude and Lila decided to venture out and explore Gelsenkirchen. There was a slight chill in the air, unusual for summer, which gave them an excuse to walk close together.

"I heard about this place called Alma Park," Jude said as they left the hotel. "It's supposed to be pretty cool - an amusement park built in an old coal mine."

Lila's eyes lit up. "That sounds amazing! Let's go!"

They made their way to Alma Park, marveling at the unique setting as they arrived. The park was a perfect blend of industrial heritage and modern entertainment, with attractions spread out across the former coal mine site.

"This is incredible," Lila said, taking in the sight of roller coasters and other rides set against the backdrop of old mining structures.

Jude grinned, excited to see Lila so enthused. "What should we do first? There's mini golf, trampolines, paintball..."

"Ooh, escape rooms!" Lila pointed to a sign. "Fancy testing our teamwork skills?"

They spent the next hour in an escape room themed around the mine's history, laughing and working together to solve puzzles. After successfully "escaping," they moved on to mini golf, where Jude's competitive side came out.

Jude and Lila were halfway through their mini-golf game, when a young boy approached with his father.

"Excuse me," the father said politely, "my son is a huge fan. Would it be possible to get an autograph?"

Jude smiled warmly. "Of course, mate. What's your name?"

The boy, no more than eight, looked up with wide eyes. "T-Tommy," he stammered.

As Jude signed the boy's cap, Tommy found his voice. "You were brilliant yesterday! That goal was amazing!"

"Thanks, Tommy. Maybe you'll be scoring one day, eh?" Jude winked, handing back the cap.

Tommy beamed, clutching the cap to his chest. "Thank you so much!"

As they reached the back nine, a group of girls in their early twenties sauntered over.

"Oh my god, it's Jude Bellingham!" one squealed. "Can we get a picture?"

"Of course," Jude said politely, maintaining a respectful distance.

He posed for the photo, and one of the girls twirled her hair. "You were so hot on the pitch yesterday," she purred.

Another chimed in, "Yeah, do you want to hang out sometime? We could show you around town."

Jude felt Lila tense beside him. He cleared his throat. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm actually trying to enjoy some time with my girlfriend," he said firmly but kindly, wrapping an arm around Lila's waist.

The girls' faces fell. "Oh... girlfriend. Right," one muttered as they walked away.

Jude turned to Lila, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "Sorry about that."

Lila nodded, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. Jude made a mental note to address this later, determined to reassure Lila of his feelings for her.

"Hey, want to grab a pretzel?" Jude suggested, hoping to lift her mood.

They found a quiet bench to sit and eat. Jude watched Lila pick at her pretzel, concern etched on his face.

"Li, what's wrong?" he asked gently.

Lila sighed. "I... I got jealous," she admitted. "Those girls were so confident, so forward. And there will always be girls like that around you."

Jude took her hand. "Lila, look at me. I'm not worried about other girls. The only girl I'm concerned about is Delilah Marie Antoinette Hamilton."

Lila's eyes widened at the use of her full name, a bright smile spreading across her face.

"My whole name, Jude? Seriously?"

"Of course," Jude said softly. "You're the only one for me, Li. Never doubt that."

Lila leaned in, pressing a quick but tender kiss to his lips. As they parted, Jude rested his forehead against hers.

"All mine."

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Lewis woke early in his Los Angeles home, the California sun already warming the air. After a long, intense run through the hills, he returned home, sweat glistening on his skin. In the kitchen, he prepared his post-workout vegan protein shake - a blend of plant-based protein powder, almond milk, banana, spinach, and a scoop of vegan peanut butter.

As he sipped his shake, Lewis scrolled through his Instagram feed. His thumb paused on a photo of Lila and Jude at the recent England match. The internet was buzzing about their official relationship status, and Lewis found himself tagged in countless posts and comments.

He sighed, conflicted emotions swirling within him. On one hand, he was happy to see Lila smiling and thriving. On the other, the protective big brother in him couldn't help but worry. Jude seemed like a decent guy, but the world of professional sports could be brutal, especially when it came to relationships.

As he continued scrolling, a comment caught his eye. Nicole Scherzinger had left a supportive message on one of Lila's recent posts. Lewis felt a twinge in his chest - a mixture of nostalgia and lingering affection. Despite their breakup, Nicole had always been kind to Lila. It was one of the many things he had loved about her.

Shaking off thoughts of his ex, Lewis's attention shifted to the flood of posts about Lila's new role as Versace's ambassador. Pride swelled in his chest as he saw images of his little sister looking confident and radiant in Versace designs. But that pride was tinged with a hint of hurt. How had he not known about this beforehand? He made a mental note to call her later to congratulate her properly and maybe gently probe about why she'd kept it a secret.

Lewis was so engrossed in his thoughts and the social media storm surrounding Lila that he almost missed the sound of footsteps. Looking up, he saw a woman walk into the kitchen, wrapped in nothing but a bed sheet. Her long dark hair was tousled, and her tawny skin glowed in the morning light. It was Amara, an Afro-Cuban model he'd been casually seeing since the new year.

"Morning," she said with a sleepy smile. "I hope you don't mind I stayed."

Lewis shook his head, offering a small smile. "No, it's fine. Coffee?"

As he prepared a cup for Amara, Lewis's mind wandered to the upcoming fundraising dinner at Emma Grede's home for the Fifteen Percent Pledge. He was looking forward to supporting such an important cause, but couldn't shake the feeling that his personal life was becoming increasingly complicated.

He thought about Lila and her budding relationship with Jude, about Nicole and their past, about Amara and their undefined present. Was he ready to settle down? Did he even want to? Or was he content with the casual arrangements that seemed to fit his nomadic, high-pressure lifestyle?

With a deep breath, he pushed those thoughts aside. Right now, he had a guest to attend to and a busy day ahead. He had to prepare for the fundraiser, make some calls about upcoming races, and somehow find time to reach out to Lila.

"So," Amara's voice broke through his reverie. "Any plans for today?"

Lewis turned to her, grateful for the distraction from his swirling thoughts. "Actually, I've got a fundraiser tonight. For the Fifteen Percent Pledge. You know about it?"

As he explained the organization's mission to Amara, Lewis felt a sense of purpose settle over him. Whatever complications existed in his personal life, he knew he could always find meaning in using his platform for good.

"That sounds exciting," she said as she took a sip of her coffee. Amara glanced at him over the rim of her mug and gave him a wink, and he smiled.

Amara, even though she was a model and influencer by trade, he couldn't deny how comfortable he felt around her. The casualness of their relationship was good for him and his busy schedule; he never had to commit or do things way out of his reach.

Lewis appreciated the simplicity of what he and Amara had. There were no expectations of romantic getaways, no pressure to attend family gatherings or red carpet events together. He could focus on his racing career, his investments, his production company, and his fashion endeavors without the added complexity of a traditional relationship.

Yet, as he watched Amara move around his kitchen with the ease of familiarity, he couldn't ignore the twinge of loneliness that sometimes crept in. Seeing his younger siblings and friends navigate successful relationships made him wonder if he was missing out on something.

His thoughts drifted back to his ex, not because he wanted her back, but because he missed the depth of connection they once shared. The fleeting endorphin rush of one-night stands had lost its appeal, leaving him craving something more substantial.

Could Amara be the answer? Lewis wasn't certain, but he kept her around for a reason. She was discreet, intelligent, and shared his values. Their pillow talk often revolved around their similar backgrounds - both raised by strong single mothers, both understanding the importance of family support.

He wondered if Lila would approve of Amara, if she'd see her as a good fit for him. The thought of introducing Amara to his family crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Was he ready for that step? More importantly, was Amara?

Their relationship existed in a comfortable gray area, undefined yet meaningful. Lewis found himself curious about Amara's thoughts on their arrangement. Did she want more? Was she content with things as they were?

As he watched her, Lewis realized that only time would tell if this could evolve into something deeper. For now, he was grateful for the balance Amara brought to his life - a touch of warmth and companionship amidst the whirlwind of his career.

Lewis cleared his throat, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "So, I've got this race coming up in Barcelona..."

Amara raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Mhm," Lewis nodded, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "And who knows? Will be nice to have a certain person also there...."

"Lewis," Amara interrupted, her tone amused but firm. "Are you trying to invite me to your race in Barcelona?"

He chuckled, caught out. "Maybe. What do you think?"

Amara shook her head, smiling. "Just be direct, Lewis. It suits you better."

"Alright, alright," he conceded. "Would you like to come to Barcelona for my race?"

Amara tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well, I have a fitting and some meetings in Paris, but... I could probably make it work. When's the race?"

Lewis told her the date, and Amara nodded. "I'll see what I can do to rearrange things."

"Great," Lewis replied, trying to keep his tone casual. "I'll have my team book your flight then."

"Okay," Amara said with a teasing nod, mimicking his casual tone.

Lewis mockingly rolled his eyes, earning a chuckle from Amara.

"Now," she said, leaning against the kitchen counter, "are you going to make me breakfast, or do I have to fend for myself in this fancy kitchen of yours?"

Lewis grinned, already moving towards the fridge. "I suppose I could whip something up. Any requests?"

"Bacon and eggs will be nice," she began to joke but quickly noted his scowl, "or avocado toast."

His frown turned into a pleased grin. "Good girl. Thought I had to kick you out with that one."

"Never," Amara kissed her teeth at his thinly veiled threat. "You like this pussy too much to do all of that." She shook her hips seductively for added effect and he didn't waste any time wrapping his sweaty limbs around her body. "Ew! You stink, Lewis!"

"Let's go clean me off then," he murmured temptingly against her skin as he placed her mug on the island's counter. Lewis then led her to the bathroom.

"What about breakfast? I'm hungry!" she complained, pouting like a petulant child.

"I'll feed you this dick, baby; you'll be fine."

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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Mastering Golf Lag: Drills to Crush Your Irons with Shift Golf

Introduction:

One of the greatest secrets to hitting longer, more accurate iron shots lies in mastering the elusive concept of lag. Lag refers to the angle between your club and lead wrist during the downswing. Maintaining this angle until just before impact allows you to store energy and unleash it at the perfect moment, increasing your clubhead speed and improving ball striking.

At Shift Golf, we focus on giving players the tools and techniques they need to develop powerful, controlled swings. Whether you're an experienced golfer or a beginner, understanding and implementing lag in your swing will give you a tremendous edge over the competition.

In this blog, we’ll break down three drills that will help you feel and create lag, stop bad habits like casting, and ultimately crush your irons. These drills are designed to be simple yet highly effective in improving your ball-striking ability. Additionally, we'll discuss how using a golf swing trainer like the Lag Shot from Shift Golf can accelerate your progress and guarantee results.

What Is Lag and Why Does It Matter?

Before diving into the drills, it’s important to understand what lag is and why it’s crucial for better ball-striking. Lag refers to the angle between your lead wrist and the shaft of the club during the downswing. The more you can hold this angle and delay the release, the faster your club will be moving when it strikes the ball, giving you more power, distance, and accuracy.

Many golfers, especially amateurs, tend to lose this angle early in their downswing, a motion commonly referred to as “casting.” Casting occurs when the wrists unhinge too soon, causing a loss of power and weak, inconsistent shots. The key to better iron shots is maintaining that wrist hinge for as long as possible, then releasing it at just the right moment.

Lag creates speed, and speed creates power. It’s as simple as that. When you master lag, you’ll not only hit longer shots but also achieve better control, crisp ball strikes, and improved accuracy. Now, let’s dive into the drills that will help you feel and maintain lag throughout your swing.

Drill #1: Exaggerate the Feel with Shift Golf

This first drill is designed to help you exaggerate the feel of lag at the bottom of your swing. The goal is to give you a heightened sense of maintaining the wrist angle while dragging the club through the hitting zone. For this drill, you’ll need an alignment stick or another club.

Step-by-Step Instructions:

Address the golf ball as you normally would. Lay the alignment stick on the ground to your left, aligned with your heel line and pointing straight down the range.

For this drill, you won’t be taking full swings. Instead, take your arms back only to waist height, ensuring that your lead wrist is hinged and creating a decent angle between your wrist and the club shaft.

From this position, drag the handle of the club down through the hitting area while holding the wrist angle. The objective is to maintain the lag until the club shaft aligns with the stick on the ground.

Repeat this movement, focusing on maintaining the wrist hinge and resisting the urge to release the club too early.

While performing this drill, expect your shots to be low and possibly pull to the left. This is because of the extreme forward press at impact, which is perfectly normal during this exaggerated movement. The point of this drill is to feel the lag and create muscle memory, which will eventually translate into a less exaggerated, more fluid swing on the course.

Why This Drill Works:

The alignment stick serves as a visual guide to help you hold your lag through the hitting area. By dragging the handle of the club and keeping the wrist hinge intact, you train your body to maintain lag longer, which translates into a more powerful and consistent impact position.

Drill #2: Stop Casting and Create Lag in the Downswing

Casting is one of the most common problems among amateur golfers. It refers to the premature release of the club, which causes the wrists to unhinge too early in the downswing. As a result, golfers lose lag and miss out on the stored energy that leads to powerful, crisp shots. This drill is designed to help you stop casting and create lag at the start of your downswing.

Step-by-Step Instructions:

Start by holding your golf club directly in front of you with your arms fully extended. The club should be parallel to the ground.

From this position, move your hands back while keeping your arms extended, then pull your hands forward.

Notice how, if your wrists are loose, the clubhead trails behind your hands, creating a small angle between your hands and the shaft. This is lag.

Repeat this motion several times, focusing on the feeling of the club trailing behind your hands as you pull forward.

The key to this drill is keeping your wrists loose. If your wrists are tight, you’ll cast the club, losing the lag. By training yourself to hold the wrist hinge and letting the clubhead trail behind your hands, you’ll develop the proper downswing mechanics and maintain lag all the way through impact.

Why This Drill Works:

This drill emphasizes the correct wrist mechanics needed to maintain lag. By focusing on the trailing clubhead and loose wrists, you’ll stop casting and learn how to hold your lag throughout the downswing. This is essential for increasing clubhead speed and hitting longer, straighter iron shots.

Drill #3: Stop Helping the Ball into the Air with the Towel Drill

One of the most common misconceptions among golfers is that you need to help the ball into the air by lifting it with your swing. In reality, the opposite is true. To create lag and hit solid, powerful shots, you need to hit down on the golf ball. The Towel Drill helps train you to strike down on the ball and maintain lag at impact.

Step-by-Step Instructions:

Fold a golf towel a few times so it’s about an inch thick. Lay the towel on the ground about one clubhead’s distance behind your ball.

Set up to the ball as you normally would, but focus on hitting down on the ball without touching the towel. This will require you to shift your weight to your lead side and maintain your forward shaft lean.

If you hit the towel, it means you’re releasing the club too early or trying to lift the ball into the air. Continue practicing the drill until you can make solid contact with the ball without hitting the towel.

An alternative method is to place a tee a few inches in front of the ball. Focus on hitting the tee rather than the ball, which will help you shift your weight forward and maintain lag through impact.

Why This Drill Works:

The Towel Drill provides instant feedback on your swing. If you hit the towel, you know you’re not maintaining lag. This drill forces you to keep your hands in front of the ball at impact, which helps you create lag and hit down on the ball. Over time, this will lead to more powerful and accurate iron shots.

The Lag Shot Swing Trainer: Fast-Track Your Progress

If you want to take your lag development to the next level, consider using the Lag Shot Swing Trainer. This innovative training tool is designed to help golfers of all skill levels create more lag, improve ball-striking, and ultimately hit longer, straighter shots. Thousands of golfers are already benefiting from the Lag Shot, and it’s the perfect complement to the drills we’ve discussed.

The Lag Shot has a flexible shaft that encourages you to maintain lag and delay the release of the club. It also helps improve your tempo, rhythm, and sequencing, which are essential components of a successful swing. By practicing with the Lag Shot, you’ll develop the muscle memory needed to create lag and experience dramatic improvements in your iron play.

Conclusion: Unlock Your Power with Lag

Mastering lag is the key to unlocking more power, speed, and control in your golf game. By implementing the drills outlined in this blog and using tools like the Lag Shot Swing Trainer, you’ll develop the feel for lag and start crushing your irons in no time. Remember, lag is what creates speed, and speed is what generates power.

Whether you’re a beginner or a seasoned player, developing lag will improve your ball-striking, increase your distance, and help you shoot lower scores. So head to the range, practice these drills, and watch your golf game transform!

At Shift Golf, we believe every player has the ability to make small adjustments that lead to big improvements. With these drills and the right training tools, YOUR time is NOW to make the SHIFT in your game!

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Fix Your Swing Plane in Golf 🏌️‍♂️ The Untold Truth Revealed ⛳

Discover the untold truth about fixing your swing plane in golf! 🏌️‍♂️⛳ In this exclusive video, we reveal practical insights on the golf swing plane that most tutorials don't cover. Forget complicated drills and the PVC hoops; it's all about how you move! Join us as we debunk myths and provide simple, effective methods to enhance your golf swing. Whether you're a beginner or an advanced player, these tips will help you master the golf swing basics and take your game to the next level. Don't miss our breakdown on the sweet spot's path and how it impacts your shots. Tap into the best golf training aids and learn how to make your golf lessons work harder for you. 🎯🌟

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*ೃ˚ :💾 professor!miguel x reader

❝ warnings ❞ oral (m receiving), desk fucking, making press, anal fingering, finger fucking, Miguel with glasses, cockwarming, exhibitionism, edging

Professor!Miguel makes you his TA because he wanted you to spend more time with it without it raising suspicion as to why you're always in his office.

Professor!Miguel who can't help but give you a little extra credit on your assignments when you get on your knees and open that pretty mouth of yours to him to slide his cock into and take the edge off of all his hard work. He deals with so much in a day and you want to be there for him, with open arms, open legs, and and open mouth.

Professor!Miguel who has you keep his cock warm with your mouth under his desk while he grades papers. You'll wait until your jaw aches before you begin to nod your head and stroke your tongue along the underside of his thick length. You'll suck his cock, leave him stuttering with his glasses falling lopsided on his face, "Hermosa, my love, please. I have work to do." It makes you bob your head faster, hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue against his sensitive tip until he gives you what you desire. You let him cum down your throat, each swallow making him sigh in pleasure and relax further into his seat, his head lulled back and his glasses resting on the tip of his nose. You purr in pleasure, your own hand in your pants, teasing your own clit this whole time. His cum coating your tongue and lips making you rock with the beginnings of your own orgasm.

Professor!Miguel who will wait until his last lecture is done and the lights are dimmed before he bends you over his desk and fucks you silly. He'll have you squealing his name, echoing off the walls your eyes looking at the seats you and your classmates once sat in. "Fuck, fuck, fuck– M- Migueeel!" He'll fuck you so hard he moves the desk forward with loud screeches and leaves you with tears pricking your eyes. He strokes his cock inside you so good and deep that it makes you believe that heaven was real and this was it.

Professor!Miguel who loves to tease your ass while fucking you, never fully going there but always testing the waters. He'll spit on your ass and ease his thumb into the tight rim of your hole. You'll moan, your head resting on the papers you were meant to grade, papers you were crumbling in your hands. You'll have to reprint those later. He'll finger you there, ask you if you like it and you'll moan as he pushes further in.

Professor!Miguel who likes to tease you about someone coming in while he's fucking you. The spotlight was on the two of you. If any one came in, their attention would immediately be drawn to you getting railed so hard tears were beginning to prick your eyes. You shivered at the thought, in both fear and pleasure, every shadow making you want to stop but Miguel forced you to keep going, pinning your neck down to the desk with his large hand and rolling his hips against your ass. "Not so fast, cariño."

Professor!Miguel who likes it when you take his reading glasses off when he's fucking you in a mating press and put it on yourself. He'll tuck your legs further against your chest, bending you in half, pressing his body on top of yours to kiss you. "Muñeca, you look like a slut with my glasses on." His tongue will draw across your bottom lip as he looks into your eyes, his glasses barely staying on with the power of his thrusts. He fucks you stupid, drooling, brain-dead. Your fingers claw at his hairy forearms as you look at him. His hair tossed, his shirt open just enough to reveal his chest hair and the golf chain he wears all the time beneath his clothes. The happy trail leading down to the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock drilling inside you. If either two of you looked like the slut, it was him.

Professor!Miguel who, as a punishment, with put you in his lap force you to spread your legs, and finger fuck you in his empty lecture hall. He'll force you to look at those doors that you feared would open at any moment. He'll finger you with his thumb stroking and teasing your clit until you reach the edge of completion, labored breathing, grasping hands, needy whimpers, then he'll stop. You'll whine and cry and beg for him to let you cum but he'd wait despite your beautiful pleas for your orgasm to pass, then continue again, your body so grateful that it would relax into him, forgiving his betrayal, your hands reaching back and stroking the back of his head like he's a good boy. Then he'd do it again. And again. Until you were crying in his arms, begging to cum. And when you finally did, it wrecked you, took you in a way that made you thrash in his arms and toss your hand over your mouth to stifle your moan that bordered on a scream.

Professor!Miguel who knew you were easily jealous and would often call in a student to talk to alone without you as a participant. The anxiety killed you and the moment you could get alone with him, whether in a broom closet or in the staff bathroom, you'd pull him in and fuck him like he's never known before, have him shivering with the brutality of an orgasm within minutes.

Professor!Miguel who knows that a relationship of this nature with a student would get him fired but you were so addicting he found himself not caring. He had every reason in the world to cut ties of this nature with you, for you would inevitably lead to his downfall, but everytime you'd kiss him Everytime you'd trace his jaw and snatch his glasses. He could never get rid of you.