Post by "The Hebrew Hammer" Serujah on Sept 15, 2016 2:56:12 GMT -5
There was something enticing within one simple thought. Millions of men around the world watching little naked me wrestling inside the ring. So many men fantasizing about me, so many men to meet, to play with. And the thought was exhilarating.
I borrowed Freezey's credit card (I'll get permission some day) and went shopping. First and foremost was transportation, so I got myself a nice mountain bike. Other little details included some handcuffs, a flogging stick, and other .. personal .. female pleasure devices, and enough batteries for them all.
I had just returned to the mansion with my new bike and toys when I heard the news. The announcement of my first match. I face off against Cisenaro. Those standards didn't matter to me, just as long as another person gets to lay their hands on me. And with lovely Tara abusing my little body, I must admit to myself, it was a very orgasmic thought.
Dear sweet Jordan. How I've longed to finally meet you. The thought of your hands on my body, torturing me, abusing me ... let's just say I needed to change my panties more than once on account of you.
Seru giggles inwardly to herself. Her first ever WCF match was against one she had fantasized about on a regular trial. This was a dream come true for Serujah. Being a DIWF wrestler, being managed by one of the greatest in the business, and her first match against someone she would easily love to be abused by on any given day or night. Something she couldn't understand, though, was her former trainer's insistence on breeding hate into her repertoire. But then again, Seru never felt hate in her life.
There are things I do not understand about human emotion. I don't know why people start wars over things as stupid as pride or money. I don't understand why people hate others because of ideas or the color of their skin. I don't understand hate, anger, or, to an extent, jealousy. But I do understand doing something that you love. And I can say that I do love the idea of being physically abused by Jordan, and I do thoroughly relish the thought of being watched by millions of horny men around the world. But I can say with confidence, that if I wasn't in the wrestling ring .. the only other profession for me would definitely be in the porn industry.
Seru giggles in the thoughts. Dancing to herself in a music only in her head. She marches up to the front window of the mansion, watching so many men out front. She begins to fantasize to herself about the men outside in groups of six surrounding her, with their hands all over her, fondling her, spanking her, stuffing every area of her body with the many different sized co..
Gee, it all ironically reminds her of her interview with Seth. She woulda never guessed a freak like that could taste so good.
I borrowed Freezey's credit card (I'll get permission some day) and went shopping. First and foremost was transportation, so I got myself a nice mountain bike. Other little details included some handcuffs, a flogging stick, and other .. personal .. female pleasure devices, and enough batteries for them all.
I had just returned to the mansion with my new bike and toys when I heard the news. The announcement of my first match. I face off against Cisenaro. Those standards didn't matter to me, just as long as another person gets to lay their hands on me. And with lovely Tara abusing my little body, I must admit to myself, it was a very orgasmic thought.
Dear sweet Jordan. How I've longed to finally meet you. The thought of your hands on my body, torturing me, abusing me ... let's just say I needed to change my panties more than once on account of you.
Seru giggles inwardly to herself. Her first ever WCF match was against one she had fantasized about on a regular trial. This was a dream come true for Serujah. Being a DIWF wrestler, being managed by one of the greatest in the business, and her first match against someone she would easily love to be abused by on any given day or night. Something she couldn't understand, though, was her former trainer's insistence on breeding hate into her repertoire. But then again, Seru never felt hate in her life.
There are things I do not understand about human emotion. I don't know why people start wars over things as stupid as pride or money. I don't understand why people hate others because of ideas or the color of their skin. I don't understand hate, anger, or, to an extent, jealousy. But I do understand doing something that you love. And I can say that I do love the idea of being physically abused by Jordan, and I do thoroughly relish the thought of being watched by millions of horny men around the world. But I can say with confidence, that if I wasn't in the wrestling ring .. the only other profession for me would definitely be in the porn industry.
Seru giggles in the thoughts. Dancing to herself in a music only in her head. She marches up to the front window of the mansion, watching so many men out front. She begins to fantasize to herself about the men outside in groups of six surrounding her, with their hands all over her, fondling her, spanking her, stuffing every area of her body with the many different sized co..
Gee, it all ironically reminds her of her interview with Seth. She woulda never guessed a freak like that could taste so good.
