Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Wrestling

"Move, Kaelen. Or I'm telling Jax you're bothering me again." ​"Jax is busy," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were inches from mine. "And you don't want me to move. You want to know if I'm as rough as the stories you probably make up about me." ​"Get off me and stop writing fanfics in your head, you prick!" I hissed, even as my breath hitched. ​"Is that what this is? Fanfiction?" He smirked, his eyes darkening. He didn't move an inch; if anything, he pressed closer, his heavy chest crushing my soft one. "You don't want me to move and you know it," he whispered.

With a simple tug, I let the dress fall, revealing my entire body and my nakedness in black lace. I could smell Daniel's arousal from where I stood. It was clear that he was still attracted to me. “You really think this isn't a good time?” I said, sounding like a complete bitch. “Belly, I'm organizing the wrestling competition...” He stopped talking when I lifted my body and sat on the desk. I spread my legs, leaving my pussy with the tiny thong open right in front of his eyes. “Oh, of course, the herd fight... It will be my first year,” I said.

Of the three of us, I was the loudest and most related to what we watched because it's been a long time since I've been able to watch it. "I didn't think you liked to watch like that. I thought you were watching barbie and K-Drama. How would Zachariah react when she found out that you were watching then?" Ycson asked. "But Kimora girl, Since you are watching wrestling on television does it mean that you know some of moves there? Like you said, uppercut, sidekicks, hard punch, High kick." He asked again. I thought for a moment because of what he said. I know some of their moves but I guess I can't really do that especially when I'm in danger.

So anything he comes back from school, he'll always cry for candy before doing his homework and I told Martha to always scold him anytime he cried. I padded to my room and took off my shoes. The pain on my shoulders were still there and it even hurt more than it did this morning. I always came home with pain after any wrestling practice takes place and this has always worried the hell out of Martha. She thinks I'm slowly killing myself by wrestling even knowing fully well that I'm a mother. After taking my bath and washing the bloody lipstick, cruel eye mascara and well molded powder off my face, I took off my wig and eye contacts then gazed at myself in the mirror.

manner " "Are you a shrink or something?" "You never know, honestly I missed and frustrated too. Looks like you will be a good wrestling partner. The air was cold and I was following Mr Nerdy as he led us to what seemed like a private beach. " Wrestling...what?"I am harder. This guy is funny. "Are you serious, you want to do this?! " "Ready when you are" he removed his shoes and started rolling the tips of his trousers" "Mind you, ignore the fact that I am wearing a shirt that makes me look like a dork or something. I happen to be a professional quarterback and the gym happens to be a piece of cake. Do you want to do this?" I am already enjoying the feel of the sand beneath my legs, pent up

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

Jian, the force of nature, reduced to a pale shadow of herself. My throat tightened, tears stinging my eyes. I didn’t want to cry, not here, not now. But they came anyway, hot and fast. “Jian, you finally woke up. I was so scared!” She smiled, a weak, flickering thing. “Silly girl, have you forgotten? I… I am the best at wrestling, how could anything happen to me?” Wrestling. That’s what she called it. A lifetime of being thrown around, of bruises and broken bones, a consequence of a childhood filled with violence, a career built on dangerous stunts.

I shyly answered. “Whacha doin down here?” He asked me as the feeling increased. It was in the gym doors, where Nathan and Junto went. What was I doing? “Sorry I didn't mean to bother you, I just…” I what? What was I doing, following a strange feeling I had? That was stupid. “Yeah?” Spencer pushed. “Hey, can you tell me whose is in there?” I surprised myself, pointing to the matted room. Spencer pushed play on his show again and the sound of gunshots echoed in the room. “Nathan and Junto are wrestling. They're the best fighters in the group, and all they seem to do is beat the crap out of each other.”

They encircled a makeshift arena, a ring demarcated by stones and torches, a place where legends were born. At one end of the ring stood Bridget, her form illuminated by the silvery moonlight. She exuded an air of unwavering confidence, her muscles honed by years of rigorous training and her eyes filled with determination. Her opponent, a towering figure with bulging muscles, paced the other end of the ring, a snarl on his face that spoke of overconfidence. The crowd’s excitement rippled through the forest, their howls and cheers echoing into the night. The wrestling match was a highly anticipated event, a showcase of raw strength and skill that transcended mere competition. It was a test of

Kasmine and Jorja were doing a great job at keeping me happy the best way they could. “I got you!” Kasmine’s high-pitched giggle filled the room as she delivered another soft jab to my side. I let out an exaggerated yelp and clutched my ribs like she’d broken something vital. “Ouch! You beast!” She squealed with laughter, bouncing on the bed like she had won an actual wrestling match. “That’s seven wins for me!” she beamed, holding up seven little fingers. One would think she had just conquered the damn world. She was so small and adorable. She was also very cute to think that her small, feeble self could beat me seven times in a row in a wrestling match. Have you seen me? I've been gyming s