Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Carmella or Asuka or Alexa Bliss or Charlotte or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Carmella woke to a truly wonderful sight, which was becoming increasingly familiar to her. True, she didn't normally see it first thing in the morning,...
It was supposed to be an easy job... but she put the squeeze on him. I never should've taken that job from the alderman. But hindsight's as useful as a screen door on a submarine, ain't it? How was I to know at the time? If I'd turned him down, Gary the Grass would still be walking right now. And Donnie Mahoney would still have his... never you mind. Some...
Maria was stunned. It was obviously not a joke on Emerson's part. He was unconscious! How was that possible? She had seen him fight Hogan and shake off tremendous blows. His shoulder was well on its way to being healed. How could she have done this? Billy was out of his chair instantly and kneeling over Emerson. Slowly, he pulled Emerson's vest from his sho...
"I need to show you something." Alan had just finished giving his genie a double orgasm -- something that he had only dreamt about until he had watched her do a striptease for him -- and her body was still flushed with the excitement. He would've been surprised that she could walk so soon after that, but lately things came as less and less of a surprise eve...
Fingers. Smooth, slender fingers. There were fingers on his arm. Fingers that slowly caressed him, comforted him. He blinked. The fog of sleep crept from his mind like a nocturnal animal retreating back into its hole. He squinted momentarily at the morning sunlight peeking in the window at him while those wonderful fingers continued to roam across his bice...
Chapter 7: Paris in the springtime Kirsten glanced around her, marvelling at the hustle and bustle. The two kilometres Avenue des Champs-Élysées was one of the most famous streets in the world. The two women had finished their shopping and were enjoying coffee and a slice of cake in the open air, outside of the Restaurant Le Fouquet's Parisian brasserie. O...
Maria had no doubt what would happen next. She saw the rage in Emerson's eyes and knew he would fight Hogan. What she didn't know was how the fight would go. Emerson had learned long ago to keep his temper in check. He had lost it on occasion and the results worried him. He had made it a practice to remain in control of his emotions. This time, it was impo...
Mark the Barbarian's vision was blurry, and his head swam with vertigo, but through the mental fog he could see that he was in a room; a dark room dimply lit by a shaded window and a dozen psychedelically colored lamps. No, not lamps. They were crystals. He was upright, and his arms were above his head, but when he tried to move he found that he was restrai...
Choices and Resolutions I would like to thank all of you who've read this series and hope that you've enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I would like to thank my editor and mentor Randi for her kind words of encouragement and sound editing advice. You are terrific. Enjoy JDC. +++++++ Jillian was lying on her stomach, trying to catch he...
Chapter 9: The Party "You both understand what's expected?" Carmella asked Marcia and Tony Daly as they stood outside the heavy oak front doors of Appleby Mansion. Their position at the top of the downward curving concrete steps allowed the three of them a clear view of the cars making their way along the drive. The vast array of trees bordering the long...