Torrie walked to the door of room 309 in angst. She knew she had no choice but to go through with Dawn Marie's wishes. There was no way that Torrie could allow her father to marry Dawn Marie, and this seemed to be the only way out. She reached the door, apparently still contemplating what to do. But in her mind, she knew what she had to do. She knocked on th...
I was at a large Casino a few weeks ago... Part business, part pleasure. I had a GREAT room. King size bed, etc but the best part was the rainforest shower... It was done in all stone, glass door, even a built in ledge, seat for whatever? The last night I was there, I was on a winning streak along with a few other people. I noticed this gal; she seemed to b...
There are certain things that are below me. For example begging for it. Or masturbating- when there are so many other people who are more than happy to do a better job to you than anyone else can. I also do not sleep with sluts. It never has, and hopefully never will come to that. I was sweeping up one afternoon behind our blue screen, when I heard the news...
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“How dare Eric do this to us?” exclaimed Torrie Wilson. “Putting us in this kind of match.” “I don’t mind,” said Stacy Keibler. “Yeah, we are going to do it later anyway.” giggled Women’s champion Trish Stratus. “But a loser goes down match? That means we’ll be eating each other out in front of millions of people here and on pay-per-view.” “Makes me wet...
If you haven't read Stephanie's Lesbian Vacation, read it, before you read this set of stories. Feedback is appreciated, an responded to. Part One: The Plane Ride Stephanie sat on the plane, and stared at the box sitting in her lap. Mistress Angela gave it to her, and told her to open it, when she got on the plane. She opened it, and inside was a black lea...
For Torrie and I, 1970 started out with a ‘bang’ in more ways than one. Although I don’t remember anything specific about the early evening, I know we drove into town for the New Years Eve Celebration. There were drunks or at least people who had been drinking, fireworks, sparklers and lots of firecrackers at the crowded celebration. It was difficult to find...
Trish Stratus couldn't tell how long she'd been tied up in this dank basement. She was told it was days, but who knows whether that was true or not. All she really knew was it was becoming increasingly difficult to convince herself she was completely straight when she now spent most of her time being relentlessly tongue fucked by her fellow WWE divas. She h...
We met a few years ago at a Casino. She was married and we already had a few secret meetings. Torrie was a striking looking woman; She was 5 ft, 4 inches. Shoulder length blonde streaked hair and a great body. The way she dressed and handled herself, you could tell she was wealthy. I was her first and only sexual encounter outside of her marriage. How we...
For the entire ride home, the same thing kept going over and over in my mind: ‘Torrie looking for men.’ When I arrived, Torrie was already home. She was sitting on the couch watching TV and our children were in their rooms doing homework. The first place I went was to the bathroom. Then I asked Torrie to come into the bedroom so we could talk about somethi...