A Desirable Recovery-Randy Orton visual

My name's Michelle Drake and I'm a psychologist. I love what I do, listen to people's problems and help them with their situations while getting inside their minds in a mental sense. I don't mind earning a living from it, I just love it because I'm a good listener and very approachable. As busy as my day was, my own mind was occupied by something or more likely someone. My mind was on my boyfriend Randy. I just missed him so much because he was away overseas with the other wrestlers at a match over in Ireland. They had to stay put for a while because of the smoke from that volcano in Iceland and the flights had to be grounded. However, he did call on my cell phone to tell me that everyone's fine and all that. It felt good to hear his voice over the phone.

His voice wasn't the only thing I missed about him. I missed his tattooed arms wrapped around me as he holds me, his smile, his kisses, etc. I felt lonely and cold in my own bed, not being with him. I've heard from some of my friends, who are wrestling fans, say a lot of crap because they're not fans of his. What they say about him didn't matter to me. In my mind, wrestlers have what I called a Jekyll/Hyde complex to them because they have to fight in the ring and that in public they are actually nice.

Every now and then, I still think about my first time with Randy, which was a couple of months ago. Randy may look intense and dangerous, but when it came to having sex with me, he treats me really, really good. He really knew how to please me, especially with his hands and his mouth. Plus, he loves it when I'm on top of him. There was even this one time I returned the favor when I gave him a massage. I even surprised him by wearing a wig and having all these different massage oils. He loved my surprise and it made him feel a lot better. He also likes to surprise me too and not just in bed. Often times, he would send me flowers, cards, and chocolates and one time when I was in the hospital for a sprained ankle he sent me a candy bouquet.

I was in my office having a semi-busy day of talking and listening to my patients. Then, I heard a knock on my office door. I opened the door and there was Randy. I was so happy to see him as I walked up to him and hugged him. As I hugged him, he wrapped his free arm around my waist. After the hug, he gave me this lovely bouquet of long-stemmed pink roses. I thanked him for the flowers as I took out the old flowers and put in them in a vase next to the bookshelf.

"You're the only thing on my mind the whole time I was gone. I miss you so much, baby." He said to me as he pulled me close to his body.

I looked into his blue eyes and said, "I've missed you too."

Then, I softly kissed his lips as I placed my hands on to his back. Randy broke this kiss and he took off my glasses. He gently touched my face and said, "You look so beautiful, Michelle."

Randy returned my kiss, which was much deeper and more passionate. As we kissed, he loosened and took off my long black tie. My hands sliently slipped under his black short sleeved shirt to feel his hard, ripped body. We pulled apart as he unbuttoned my black ruffle-collared jacket. I took off my jacket while he unhooked my plain white corset was in front of my white blouse. He deeply kissed my lips again while his hands went up and down my back. Our tongues slowly danced in each other's mouths. He tasted like energy drink mixed with a hint of peppermint. I helped him take the shirt off from his body.

I said to Randy as I touched his chest, "I missed the feel of your body against mine."

I inhaled his scent, which was a mix of Axe, pheromones, and testoserone. He then slowly unbuttoned my blouse, one button at a time. His hands moved from my back to my shapely ass. He gave my ass a gentle squeeze with both of his hands.

He whispered, "Oh God, how I miss those curves of yours."

I was indeed a curvy woman. A curvy, voluptuous woman with a womanly figure. I unbuttoned the cuffs of my blouse before sliding it from my body. He started kissing up and down my neck while his fingers traced the outline of my black satin and lace bra. He reached around and unhooked the back of my bra, setting my lush, heavy breasts free. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me to my beige-colored comfortable couch, where my patients would sit or lay as they would tell me their problems. Once I got myself comfortable, Randy's mouth lowered to my breasts as he sucked and licked them. I sighed at the feel of his warm mouth on them. His hands then traveled down to the waistband of my plain black stretch pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants with one hand while his other hand supported the back of my head. Randy sat on the other end of the couch and took off my black platform Mary Jane shoes. He briefly massaged both of my feet before kissing my ankles. He helped me remove my pants from my body before tossing them aside, leaving me in my matching black satin and lace low-rise bikini panties.

He then pulled me close to him and deeply kissed my lips again. His lips moved down to the spot between my neck and shoulder while one of his hands stroked my midnight black hair. My nerves blazed at the feel of his lips there. He smelled my scent, made up of vanilla, dark chocolate, caramel, espresso, Dove soap, and pheromones. My arousing combination of scents had turned him on. I then kissed him back. After that, I kissed and licked down from his lips down to his ripped stomach. My hands caressed his body from his face all the way down to his waist.

My hands then stopped at the waistband of his dark jeans. Then, I noticed a wet precum spot on his boxer shorts as I took off his jeans.

I looked up and said to Randy, "My, you're wet."

"I've been thinking of you since last night before my flight." He said to me with a sexy smirk.

So I pulled off his boxer shorts from his body. With my mouth, I awakened the sleeping anaconda between his legs. I softly licked him with my tongue before I took him into my mouth. As I licked the precum from his cock, Randy stroked my long, black, satin-like hair with his hands. I loved how his hands would play with my hair, which was in a low sided ponytail and had curled ends.

Randy moaned some more, only a little louder. His hands had moved from my hair to my breasts as I resumed licking and sucking him.

"Baby, I've missed everything about you. Let me show you how much I miss you." He loudly moaned.

I took his cock out of my mouth, crawled myself up on top of him, and passionately kissed his lips. He wrapped his tattooed arms around my waist, lifted me, placed me with my back against the wall, pushed my panties aside, and started tasting me down there. I loudly moaned and groaned as I wrapped my legs around his neck. I just loved that not only is Randy so hot, but he's also so strong and at times so sexual. The shared lustful passion we have was like that of a gladiator/widowed (or unhappily married) empress fantasy, where the empress is drawn to the strong, handsome gladiator and then he pleasures her way better than her emperor husband.

With every lick and suck Randy had delivered to my pussy, I felt my juices leaking into his mouth like an overflowing dam about to burst. After I came into his mouth, Randy kissed my lips so we could taste my nectar in each other's mouths.

Randy looked at me, licked his lips, and said to me, "I miss how sweet you taste."

He then walked over to the couch, removed the cushions, and opened the sofa sleeper bed. I got out the pillows from the storage closet and placed them on the sofa bed. I'm probably the only psychologist with a sofa sleeper in the office because sometimes I get really sleepy and I don't want to fall asleep behind the wheel. Once the sofa bed was set, Randy took my hand, led me to the bed, and he laid me down. He kissed my lips as he slid his hands down my hips and took off my panties. He then put a condom on his still-wide awake male anaconda, pulled me up, laid back, and slipped himself inside me. I let out a gasp as I slowly began riding on top of him. As I rode him, I rocked my hips against him. I moaned and groaned as Randy caressed my body up and down with his hands. I rode his cock hard and slow while he continued touching my body. I leaned my body forward and kissed his lips. I bounced on him a little faster, I moaned at the feel of his cock in and out of me. He, too, loved the feel of his cock in my pussy.

With his cock still inside me, Randy got up and kissed me. His hands caressed up and down my back. His mouth moved lowered to kiss my breasts. He even licked my round nipples with his tongue. He thrusted into my pussy once more while he held me close. We stimutaneously moaned and groaned as our bodies were drenched in passion and pheromones. He laid me on my back and placed a pillow under my ass. He held both of my thighs as he slipped his male anaconda into my pussy. He planted kisses all over my body as he thrusted in and out. We climaxed at the same time as our moans. Finally, Randy pulled out, took off the condom, and made a trail of male venom that flowed from my breasts all the way down to my outer sugar walls. I kissed his lips as he laid on top of my body. Our bodies were drenched in sweat, passion, and pheromones.

"I'm so glad you're here with me now." I said to him, looking into his blue eyes.

"I'm glad to be here with you too, Michelle. I had really missed you." He replied to me as he kissed my lips.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it also makes the libido crave more.

THE END

Preview of Randy Orton fan fic-A Desirable Recovery

My name's Michelle Drake and I'm a psychologist. I love what I do, listen to people's problems and help them with their situations while getting inside their minds in a mental sense. I don't mind earning a living from it, I just love it because I'm a good listener and very approachable. As busy as my day, my own mind was occupied by something, more likely someone. My mind was on my boyfriend Randy. I just missed him so much because he was away overseas with the other wrestlers at a match over in Ireland. They had to stay put for a while because of the smoke from that volcano in Iceland and the flights had to be grounded. However, he did call on my cell phone to tell me that everyone's fine and all that. It felt good to hear his voice over the phone.

His voice wasn't the only thing I missed about him. I missed his tattooed arms wrapped around me as he holds me, his smile, his kisses, etc. I felt lonely and cold in my own bed, not being with him. I've heard from some of my friends, who are wrestling fans, say a lot of crap because they're not fans of his. What they say about him didn't matter to me. In my mind, wrestlers have what I called a Jekyll/Hyde complex to them because they have to fight in the ring and that in public they are actually nice.

Every now and then, I still think about my first time with Randy, which was a couple of months ago. Randy may look intense and dangerous, but when it came to having sex with me, he treats me really, really good. He really knew how to please me, especially with his hands and his mouth. Plus, he loves it when I'm on top of him. There was even this one time I returned the favor when I gave him a massage. I even surprised him by wearing a wig and having all these different massage oils. He loved my surprise and it made him feel a lot better.

She Didn't Deserve a Broken Heart-Stone Cold Steve Austin fan fic

Amber was at the club with her girlfriends on a Friday night. She wanted to go to with her boyfriend Rodger, but he had other plans. They were all having a good time and dancing. Couple of minutes later, they saw Rodger at the club with another woman. Amber's friends notified her in an instant and they went over to confront him. The verbal smackdown started at Rodger and ended with the other woman. Next thing you know, they all took it to the streets.

As soon as that confrontation was over, Amber began to let it all out by crying. Her friends went to console her. Then, a big, tall, muscled, bald-headed big guy walked up to them.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear the commotion outside. Are you okay?" He asked, looking directly at Amber.

"Just gone through a very bad, humiliating breakup with my no good boyfriend who had just left with another woman." She said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Where is that slimeball?" He asked while he looked for Rodger.

"He just left." She replied as she left with her friends to her car.

"Mind if I walk with you? We can go to my place because I wouldn't want you to get into an accident when you're this emotional." He offered as he walked up to her. Amber told her friends to go home without her and waved for a taxi. She even took out some cash, gave it to the cab driver, and let him know their addresses so can they get home.

"Sure. In case you're wondering, my name's Amber." She said.


"I'm Steve and it's very nice to meet you." He replied.

Steve and Amber walked over to his place down the block. As soon as they got there, Steve let her in and they sat down on the living room sofa.

Looking upset and tense, Amber clenched her fists and said, "I can not believe he did this to me. Not only did he cheat on me, he also broke up with me in public and to add insult to injury, he brings the woman he's been seeing to the club. Now I just hate him this much."

Steve looked into her eyes and said, "That's awful what he did. Plus, it is his loss anyways. He doesn't deserve a woman like you."

Suddenly, Steve pulled her close to his body and deeply kissed her lips. His hands were placed on her upper back and held her tight. He then lifted and carried her to the bedroom. Steve then took off his shirt, showing Amber his strong body before kissing her neck. She softly moaned while his hands slipped under her orange long-sleeved crewneck shirt. He then unhooked her bra underneath her shirt before taking it off. His mouth lowered to kiss and lick her breasts while his hands moved down to the waistband of her denim miniskirt. Amber had became so overwhelmed with passion, she didn't even care about her ex and her heartbreak was out of sight, out of mind. Steve took off her miniskirt and then lifted her with her back against the wall. She was amazed by his physical strength as he wrapped her legs around his neck. He took off her panties and began to suck and lick her tight, pink woman cave. Amber moaned and groaned loudly as she was orally pleasured and she wrapped her legs around his neck a little tighter. She felt a very sexual rush in her hormones while her juices rushed into his mouth. Steve's cock was hardening by the minute as he single-handedly took off his jeans. He carried Amber back to the bed and laid himself down. Amber was very wet between her legs, yet she was curious about having sex with a very strong man like Steve.

Steve let out a large moan as Amber placed her mouth on to his cock. His hands played with her silky web of dark brown hair as he enjoyed her. Even they were both horny, Steve felt in his heart that Amber deserved someone better than her jerk of an ex Rodger and he was just that someone for her. After going down on him, he was ready for her. His cock was all hers for the taking. Amber slipped her tight woman lips on his cock and began riding him. She loudly gasped at the feel of him inside her. Steve wrapped his arms around her waist as she rode his cock. Their moans made an erotic symphony as their bodies rubbed against each making a spark to a burning flame. As their bodies rocked, Amber was about to reach orgasm while Steve began kissing her lips on and off.

"Amber, my cock is all yours!" He loudly yelled just as they were about to climax.

Once they had reached a collective orgasm, Amber gently collasped into Steve's arms as their bodies rested close to each other. After tonight, Amber and Steve can't wait to get more of each other.

THE END

Preview of Stone Cold Steve Austin fan fic-She Didn't Deserve a Broken Heart

Amber was at the club with her girlfriends on a Friday night. She wanted to go to with her boyfriend Rodger, but he had other plans. They were all having a good time and dancing. Couple of minutes later, they saw Rodger at the club with another woman. Amber's friends notified her in an instant and they went over to confront him. The verbal smackdown started at Rodger and ended with the other woman. Next thing you know, they all took it to the streets.

As soon as that confrontation was over, Amber began to let it all out by crying. Her friends went to console her. Then, a big, tall, muscled, bald-headed big guy walked up to them.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear the commotion outside. Are you okay?" He asked, looking directly at Amber.

"Just gone through a very bad, humiliating breakup with my no good boyfriend who had just left with another woman." She said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Where is that slimeball?" He asked while he looked for Rodger.

"He just left." She replied as she left with her friends to her car.

"Mind if I take you home? I wouldn't want you to get into an accident when you're this emotional." He offered as he walked up to her.

"Sure. In case you're wondering, my name's Amber." She said.

"I'm Steve and it's very nice to meet you." He replied.

Steve and Amber walked over to his place down the block. As soon as they got there, Steve let her in and they sat down on the living room sofa.

Looking upset and tense, Amber clenched her fists and said, "I can not believe he did this to me. Not only did he cheat on me, he also broke up with me public and to add insult to injury, he brings the woman he's been seeing to the club. Now I just hate him this much."

Steve looked into her eyes and said, "That's awful what he did. Plus, it is his loss anyways. He doesn't deserve a woman like you."

Suddenly, Steve pulled her close to his body and deeply kissed her lips.

Early Morning

Randy was at home after a grueling wrestling match. Something or someone was on his mind. It was Linda who had occupied his thoughts. He really missed being with her. His heart nearly broke when Linda was involved in a really bad car accident. Luckily, she survived with a few broken bones, none were life-threatening. He even thought of the time she stayed at his house for a few weeks while she recuperated. He was glad to look after her. He didn't mind doing anything and everything for her. That night, he called Linda on the phone and wanted to talk to her. She told him about how she was doing after the accident. She sounded upbeat because she not only fully recovered but she was also financially compensated from the accident.

Linda went home after the few weeks to recover and seek physical therapy. He then thought of aomething. Late that night, he went over to her house. The sun was about to rise when Randy quietly opened the door and walked up the stairs. Linda was in her bedroom, soundly sleeping. Being careful not to startle let alone wake her, he lightly touched her face with his fingertips. He knelt down to her bed and stroked her dark reddish-brown hair. He then softly kissed her face then down to her throat. Her blue eyes lightly fluttered open, slowly waking up.

"Randy? Is that you?" she softly spoke.

"It's me, Linda. I couldn't stop thinking about you last night. I just had to see you." He replied.

Randy carefully pulled her up and deeply kissed her lips. Linda then placed her hands on his back. He then moved his lips down to her neck, which was her weak spot. His hands ran through her hair as she sighed. She took his shirt off, wanting to feel his hot, hard body against her soft, feminine, curvy body. He took off his shoes and got into bed with her. He kissed her lips again, only more deeper and slower. While they kissed, his hands found her white wifebeater tank and slowly took it off her body. He kissed down from her neck to her pillowy, soft breasts. Linda's soft moans were like music to his ears. As he licked and sucked them some more, his hands cupped them. Her hands slowly slid up and down his muscular, tattooed arms while he continued to explore her body. His hands then moved down to her gray and baby blue drawstring shorts and took them off of her. He had gotten so turned on by her naked, womanly figure that he wanted to explore every inch of her with his mouth and tongue. Linda could feel his hardness growing against her belly through his jeans. She then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans as he laid on his back.

Once his cock was freed, Linda took her time tasting and licking him, giving his cock slow cat-like licks. He loudly moaned as he felt her mouth on him. His hands gently played with her hair as she went down on him. He enjoyed it but what he really wanted was to enjoy her. She took him out of her mouth and kissed his lips. His hands moved up and down her body as he positioned himself under her bare, hair-free cunt. He tasted her female honey that oozed from her cunt. He held her hips as he constantly licked in and out of her slit. She loudly moaned while his palms and fingers caressed her silky, creamy skin as he continued tasting her. Her juices coated his lips and tongue.

Then, he looked into her eyes and he said to her, "Linda, baby. I want you to cum on top of me."

She smiled as he slowly slipped inside her inch by inch with his cock. Linda was on top, riding him slow and easy. He watched in amazement as her body rocked against his, her body radiated by the rays of sunlight shining from her bedroom window. Her beauty shined with the sun. As she rode him on and on, her moans and groans intensified. He continued to touch her body as he got up and wrapped his arms around her. With his own strength, he carried her off of her bed and she rode him while he stood up. He placed kisses on her face, neck, and breasts as she reached climax.

"Come for me, baby." He whispered into her ear.

Her walls clamped onto his cock as he slid in and out of her. Randy held her tight as she had reached to her orgasm. He then gently laid her back down on the bed. He gave her lips one last deep kiss.

"So what made you want to see me this morning?" Linda asked Randy.

He softly stroked her medium-length hair, smiled, and said "I couldn't stop thinking of you. It made me really horny not being with you."

"I couldn't stop thinking of you either, Randy." Linda replied as she kissed him back.

"Since it's morning, I'll go and fix breakfast." She added as she was about to get up.

"Allow me. We'll have breakfast in bed together." Randy assured as he went downstairs to the kitchen.

Linda laid down on her bed as she smiled. It was really exciting yet unexpected to have Randy come over to see her in the morning, let alone have sex with her in her bed. However, she enjoyed him as well as he enjoyed her in the early morning.

THE END

Preview of Randy Orton fan fic-Early Morning

Randy was at home after a grueling wrestling match. Something or someone was on his mind. It was Linda who had occupied his thoughts. He really missed being with her. His heart nearly broke when Linda was involved in a really bad car accident. Luckily, she survived with a few broken bones, none were life-threatening. He even thought of the time she stayed at his house for a few weeks while she recuperated. He was glad to look after her. He didn't mind doing anything and everything for her. That night, he called Linda on the phone and wanted to talk to her. She told him about how she was doing after the accident. She sounded upbeat because she not only fully recovered but she was also financially compensated from the accident.

Linda went home after the few weeks to recover and seek physical therapy. He then thought of aomething. Late that night, he went over to her house. The sun was about to rise when Randy quietly opened the door and walked up the stairs. Linda was in her bedroom, soundly sleeping. Being careful not to startle let alone wake her, he lightly touched her face with his fingertips. He knelt down to her bed and stroked her dark reddish-brown hair. He then softly kissed her face then down to her throat. Her blue eyes lightly fluttered open, slowly waking up.

"Randy? Is that you?" she softly spoke.

"It's me, Linda. I couldn't stop thinking about you last night. I just had to see you." He replied.

Randy carefully pulled her up and deeply kissed her lips. Linda then placed her hands on his back. He then moved his lips down to her neck, which was her weak spot. His hands ran through her hair as she sighed. She took his shirt off, wanting to feel his hot, hard body against her soft, feminine, curvy body. He took off his shoes and got into bed with her. He kissed her lips again, only more deeper and slower. While they kissed, his hands found her white wifebeater tank and slowly took it off her body. He kissed down from her neck to her pillowy, soft breasts.

My Secret Passion

This is a story I wrote in which I was inspired by watching MMA.

My name's Annie. I'm 22 and I live in Coral Gables, FL. By day, I'm a girly girl who loves to shop and wear make-up. But by night, I'm a Mixed Martial Arts fan. The fighting may be crazy and violent, but it's one part of the reason I like watching it. The other part would be seeing the cute, ripped guys in those board shorts they wear.

On most Friday nights, me and my girls would go to the clubs and then go out to dinner. But this Friday night, they had other plans. So I drove to the H-Spot, a local nightclub that hosts MMA fights on the second Friday of each month. The matchup for this month is between the local favorite Andy "Red Hot" Reynolds against Juan Miguel Pablo Martinez. Andy's currently undefeated by 6-0. Some of the matches he has won are either by default or by an illegal move from an opponent, such as eye gouging.

But other than that, Andy has a great chance of getting into the National MMAL (Mixed Martial Arts League) Championship. Right now, he's trying to get into the Southeastern Division of the MMAL. I came into the H-Spot early that night. I looked forward to seeing this particular fight. Once it was eight o'clock, the fight had just gotten started. Andy was the first to enter. He had short, red hair, sparkling blue-green eyes, a ripped bod, and was wearing blue-and-white board shorts. Then, his opponent Juan Miguel stepped into the ring. He had black hair, brown eyes, a Lady of Guadalupe tattoo on his back, and wore black-and-gold board shorts. The bell rang and the guys started fighting. I cheered for Andy and watched as he punched and kicked his opponent. I noticed this move Andy did. It was a Ju-Jitsu move where he escaped a mount from Juan Miguel, having to push his weight off of him. There was something hot about that move which turned me on. Some of the spectators placed bets on who will win, some wagered on Andy and some wagered Juan Miguel.

So after 9 rounds, Andy won the first fight. He advanced to the next bout against Frankie "Fierce Falcon" Foster. Frankie had dark blonde hair, blue eyes, had 3 Chinese symbol tattoos on his right shoulder meaning "strength, courage, and wisdom", and wore silver-and-red board shorts. They had fought for seven rounds. Frankie elbowed Andy in the face, which was an illegal move. Once the on-sight paramedics checked Andy out, the fight went on. Andy won the fight by submission tap out. After the fight, I was about to go home when Andy bumped into me.

I said to him, "You were fantastic out there."

He said, "Thanks. While the medics were checking my face, I was checking you out. You were cheering for me and you're really cute. I'm on my way to get a bite to eat. Care to join me?"

I replied, "Sure. I'd love to."

Andy and I went to a nearby diner and ordered our food.

"So what do you do when you're not kicking another guy's ass?" I asked Andy.

He flashed his so-perfect smile and said, "Well, I study sports medicine, physical therapy, and massage therapy at med school. I also model in my spare time. Enough about me. Let's talk about you."

"I live here at Coral Gables. I work at a lingerie store, but I hope to become a plus size lingerie designer one day. At the store, I work as a cashier and a stock person." I replied.

As we ate and talked, Andy was drawn to me and I was drawn to him. After dinner, Andy and I went to my condo uptown. The interior in my condo was a combination of modern and classic with large windows, one bedroom, and two baths. The kitchen has functional stainless steel appliances. The living and dining rooms are spacious and perfect for entertaining. The wine-colored sofa and loveseat are plush yet comfortable. The living room also has a flatscreen TV, stereo with surround sound, CDs, and all that.

"Your place looks fantastic." Andy said.

"Thanks, I have a second (and a third) job which is how I earned this condo and pay rent." I said to him as he smiled at me.

He noticed I was a little tense. "Annie, you looked tense in your lower back. Mind if I give you a massage?" He offered.

I smiled and said, "That would be great. Thanks, Andy."

Andy reached his hands under my black tank top and massaged my lower back. I thought to myself, he's very good with his hands. I wonder what else he's good with.

"Can you show where your bedroom is?" Andy asked.

I guided Andy to my bedroom where we could be more comfortable. My bedroom has a queen sized bed with lush, white 300-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, covered by a white velvet-like comforter. Once I laid myself down, Andy continued with the massage. My butt had been sore from sitting at my desk job at a dentist's office. I'm a receptionist and I work there on most days. I laid on my stomach and let Andy's fingers work his magic. I felt so relaxed once he massaged me. I got up and thanked him with a kiss.

After the kiss, he said, "If it's your way of saying 'thank you', then this is how I say 'you're welcome'." He then returned my kiss with a deeper, passionate one.

His hands were placed on my waist as his lips moved down to my neck. He slowly took off my tank top and unzipped my dark denim skirt till I was in my black satin bra and panties. Andy had looked at my lush, curvy body and was turned on.

"Your body's so tempting." He said as he inhaled my feminine scent before kissing me again. As we kissed, Andy then took off my pink leather ankle boots. He kissed my face, neck, and lips. His hands softly fondled my breasts. He reached to the back of my bra and unhooked it, freeing my size 40D breasts. His mouth began suckling them like he was tasting divinity. I let out a soft, sexy moan, telling him how much I enjoyed it.

He took his time orally and manually pleasuring my body. He licked my nipples until they were hard. Then, he lowered his mouth to my belly, kissing and licking it. Once he reached the waistband of my panties, Andy lifted my legs and kissed them, my thighs, and my knees. He took off my panties and began tasting my pussy. As he tasted me, he looked at me with a hot, hungry gaze. I smiled at him as he tasted my womanly honey. I moaned and groaned as I moved my hips against his mouth and his finger rubbed my clit.

His hands were fondling my breasts, sending me over the edge. He moved up to my lips, kissing me again. He then took off his American Eagle t-shirt, showing me that ripped body of his. Forget a six-pack. Andy had an eight-pack stomach. He had the kind of body that should be on a cologne ad. I loved what I saw. Not only did I get to see his body up close, I even got to touch it. He sighed at the feel of my touch. Andy then took my hand and led it to his hardening cock. As I rubbed my fingers across his excited bulge, Andy cupped my face and kissed my lips with such passion. He was getting harder under his jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them. I carefully took his cock out from his briefs. I licked him up and down before taking him in my mouth. His fingers ran through my long, black hair as he blissfully moaned. After he kissed me again, he lifted me from the bed, wrapped my legs around his waist, held me with my back against the wall, and entered me.

As he went in and out of me my pussy, he kissed all over my breasts. He then carried me and laid me down on the center of my bed while Andy stood in front of me. He held my thighs as he went inside me again. I loudly moaned and groaned as he called my name again and again in such ecstasy. He stood up and held me upside down tasting my pussy and I sucked him into my mouth.

Next, he laid my body on the bed as he got himself on top of me like he was about to be in a mount position. He rolled me while my legs were wrapped around his waist so I would be on top. He slowly went in and out of my pussy with his hard again cock. He admired my beauty and my body as I rode him. His hands played with my breasts. Our moans and groans echoed the room when we got to climax and then to our orgasm.


Then, he rolled me on the bottom, took his cock out, and came on my stomach. In an unexpected move, he licked his own cum from my stomach before he kissed me. I got myself a taste of him as he laid down beside me. I was in a state of post-orgasmic bliss when I looked into his eyes and said, "You're incredible."

"So are you, Annie." He said.

"When is your next match?" I asked him.

"Two weeks from now in Miami." He replied.

I said, "I'll be cheering you on.".He smiled as he kissed my lips passionately.

THE END