Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 19:26:31 GMT -6
I bit down on my lip feverishly as he slammed into me, over and over, filling me up completely. My entire body was wet, glistening with sweat while I let him take full control. I was close, real close, and then it happened again! Valora's face suddenly appeared on his body and all the wind had been taken out of my sails. I whined as I opened my eyes, leaving my fantasy behind yet again.
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”
I shouted in agony while sitting on the floor of my shower, leaning up against the wall as the warm water rained down upon me. Never before had I been through such a terrifying ordeal. This was worse than that time Natalia Santiago borrowed my favorite Moschino bra and returned it with the nipples eaten out.
It was worse than that time I woke up and thought I was married to Pugh. This was even worse than when I Roger’s friend kidnapped my baby and I realized that I left my favorite pair of stilettos in her diaper bag.
It was even worse than when I lost the World Title at Ignite 200.
What was going on that was so bad???
“I’VE LOST MY ORGASM!!!” I screamed, woefully, while banging the back of my head against the shower wall.
Indeed, it seemed that I had lost one of my favorite and most precious possessions. It happened sometime after Ignite 200. There I was, minding my own business, pleasuring myself in front of millions of fans worldwide while imagining ….well….it’s none of your business what I was imagining. But just as I was about to climax, I opened my eyes and saw Valora Saltines staring down at me in all her bearded rage.
If you’ve ever seen Valora then you know it’s a rather revolting and terrifying sight. Out of pure shock, I climaxed harder than i’ve ever climaxed and squirt all over Valora. I suspect that, at that moment, my clitoris had shot out as well because ever since then it seems as if I had l had lost the sensation in my favorite purse :(
I guess a lot of people thought I was going to be upset about not retaining the World Title at Ignite 200. In retrospect, I can understand why. First, there’s the matter of how much time...or actually, how little time, I actually spent as Champion. I was only really able to hold the title for about two weeks. Also, I suppose I could be upset about how I lost the title. Father Nathan won by pinning Hunter.
But really it’s hard for me to feel bad for myself because, in my eyes, Ignite 200 was a success. I mean, aside from my back being completely fucked up in that match thanks to Hunter and those steel steps, I think it was a banner evening in the Buchannan household. I walked into Ignite 200 as the World Champion. That’s kind of a big deal.
Aside from that, I had THE most talked about segment of the night when I blessed Valora Salinas with a sprinkle of my love juice; although that was a little controversial. I suppose I may have aggravated a few people. To think that somebody would be upset about that! Do you know how many people would PAY for that to happen to them? Seriously! The list of men with that very specific and dark fetish in Japan alone is enough to fill up the entire declaration of independence, or dead sea scrolls, or whatever (i’m not a History major.)
But I digress back to my original point, which was that I didn’t have any reason to be upset at the fact that I lost the World Championship. It would have happened sooner or later i’m sure. What’s important is that I was the one walking into Ignite 200 as the world champion. Me. I would be cemented in history. I had earned my spot, and nothing could take that away.
Not even the prospect of having to face my darling husband Hunter Valentyne this week once again. Now, I don’t really understand how mental patients can continuously leave their confines to wrestle on tv shows every week but that’s none of my business. What does irk me is having to face Hunter in the first place. I didn’t have anyone to blame but myself , though. I guess that old expression is true...’don’t fuck where you eat.’
By now I was used to my personal life and my professional life becoming intertwined. I was never quite able to separate business from pleasure because, as the world saw at the beginning of Ignite 200, this business is what gives me pleasure.
Still, even this match with Hunter was no match for the traumatic situation I found myself in.
‘Dontcha Wish Yo Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me...’ my cell phone rang out.
I stood up, my legs all wobbly, and carefully stepped out of the shower. My naked body dripped water as I stumbled out of the bathroom, grabbing my phone off of the counter in the process and bringing it to my ear.
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “Mama...i’m masturbating...I already told you that i’d be doing that all day today!” I hissed before hanging up and tossing the phone on the bed.
My bedroom was a mess. There were sex toys of all shapes and sizes strewn about. It was like a sad graveyard where dildos went to die. I had been here, practically for the past two weeks trying to find my orgasm...but to no avail.
I couldn’t even think about my match against Hunter right now. I feel as if I had lost my best friend, and I had to find it again.
Throwing myself on the bed I sighed, figuring that all hope was lost. Once again, my phone began to ring. This time I picked it up, feeling the intense vibration in my hand. Suddenly, I got an idea…
Blair Buchannan-Valentyne: “...couldn’t hurt!”
XOXO.