WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
At a dinner party, a female friend of mine once confessed an amusing event that happened to her on an airplane. She had been flying alone, Economy Class, from London to San Francisco, and was sat next to a small, overweight, middle-aged man. The cabin lights were dimmed for that strange time period when flight attendants arbitrarily decide it is bedtime (reg...
I leaned up against the wall studying him quietly. His hair hung in loose thick strands of dark mahogany around his shoulders. His numerous tattoos, adorning those long sleek arms that I'd grown to love so much, really looked gorgeous in the sunlight. He wasn't wearing a shirt as per usual and his muscular legs were clad in blue jeans and propped up on the c...
The clouds hung dark and impatient in the London sky, their suspecting prey scuttling along below on Kensington Road and Knightsbridge, inadequate umbrellas primed and ready for the onslaught. The man-with-no-umbrella glanced at the sky and slipped, resignedly, from nature's anger into man made purgatory as he passed underneath the large Harrod's sign. Satur...
Kate and I usually travel two-up on one bike. We rarely tour with others because it's tough to find another couple, let alone a group, who are in sync with what we want to do any given day. A long trip becomes a series of annoying compromises with a group. We also miss a lot of opportunities to meet locals along the way. We don't have to compromise when it i...
It was early on a Saturday afternoon. Rick was in his basement office working on a porn story. He wrote them for his wife, June, who loved them and always fucked him unmercifully when he shared a new one with her. He also published them on a web site under another name. When he heard a knock on the door upstairs, he knew June would not answer it because sh...
I looked across the playing hall to find her. I knew where to look, among the top boards of the open section. And she stood out, an attractive blonde-haired woman in a room full of shabby men. She was a chess player, an internationally known master. It was a surprise to see her in Philadelphia, so far from home. There was a good contingent of foreign playe...
Prologue She watched from the door of the bathroom as Roger poured three fingers into the glass and drank. He set the glass down on the bar and looked at the places where the skin over his knuckles had split, his expression was not at all bothered by what he'd just done. In fact, he seemed to be admiring the little cuts and bruises with glee. Then he saw he...
Brad needed this party. Stress had once more reared it's ugly head and sent him into a frenzy of action. Struggling with punishing deadlines, spending long days hunched over cryptic books and vainly attempting to organize lazy workmates had left the young man feeling as worn out as a fat man's pair of tights. No amount of working out at the gym had helped to...
His eyes caressed her legs. She drove a popping red PT Cruiser. Her knees were angled high in the car too small for the 5'11" woman. Her face was leaning forward. She held the top of the steering wheel with both hands. Her forearms rested against the steering wheel. He stole more glances onto the slender, pokey knees. The knees were parted to work the paddl...