Author's note: This is a work of erotic fiction. I am well aware that Torrie Wilson probably doesn't act this way in real life, but hey, I can dream, can't I? John got in his car and hoped for the best as he drove to Detroit, Michigan to hopefully get a job with the WWF. He didn't want to be a wrestler, he just wanted to be a truck driver, like he had been...
CHAPTER I I'd just got done with a PPV, or Pay Per View, and was as wore out and battered as a human could get and still be ambulatory. I was dispirited from the death of a friend, angry because he was being treated as persona non grata, or perhaps, non futurus alio, sorry, if I try to keep from shouting about something, I tend to over intellectualize, lik...
Chapter 1: The Beginning The story you are about to read is true. The names of the characters have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty. My call sign is Enforcer. I am a 6ft. 3 in. 24-year old black sergeant (E-3) in the United States Air Force, stationed at MacDill Air Force Base, Florida. I had just transferred from Kelly Air Force Base, San An...
Ah. They're gone. Wife and kids off for three weeks to her dad's the next state over. I am a solo businessman, and can't take the time off, altho I'll go down for a weekend. But now, even tho I'm going to the office to work every day, vacation having the house to myself, not having to answer to anyone, and so forth. Heck, in the past when I went with the fam...
"Hello?" Emmy's voice faltered. She hated when her nerves showed so obviously. "Hello." The woman answered back. "NamasteYoga Studio. This is Charlie. May I help you?" "Hi. My name is Emmy. Jorgensen. I was wondering if you had an opening for a private session with Yogi Jacob?" She paused and added, "I was there with Julie McMahon a few weeks ago..." To he...
The WWE Assistant Writer Part 2: Debra Comes Home My name is John, a 26-year-old former model and Hollywood writer/producer that is a new hire by World Wrestling Entertainment on their writing team. I work directly under Stephanie McMahon-Levesque, the pregnant wife of Triple H, as her writing assistant. I was hired to work for the company on December 22nd...
This is a continuation of the 'Helping Torrie Wilson' Series. If you have not read the others in the series, I suggest you do so before reading this. It is not imperative, but the limited storyline in this particular chapter would make far greater sex. If you are here simply for an erotic tale about WWE Divas, then this is for you. *************************...
Jenny Jones, the filthiest, randiest woman David Rutter, vicar of Chigwell had ever experienced had drained him dry until he was shooting dust. So much so, he had been forced to sleep in and forego his morning blow job from Mrs. McNab, his housekeeper and general factotum. In fact it was two days later before his cock lost sufficient soreness to be handled....
Since I was 16 I've been a wrestling fan, the women are horny, and the Rock kicks serious arse. So I was delighted when one of my friends got tickets to RAW is WAR in M.S.G. during the Gap year we were taking touring America. We'd even laid bets on who would get bedded the most in America and who would get bedded my the hottest woman. Now I'm very modest, an...
They shook. The ropes, I mean. They shook as Trish Stratus bounced off them, then dashed to the other side of the ring. Clad in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, she was still very striking as she warmed up in the near-empty arena. Near-empty save for me, that is. Myself, a smattering of other ring crewmen, and Stratus herself were all the human life in the...