Friday, January 27, 2012

Desiree's Temptation



Desiree hadn't been in the boxing ring for three years. She stopped fighting when she discovered she was carrying her boyfriend Peter's baby daughter. Since she was a young girl of 11, Desiree wanted to be a fighter, but the urge to box other women was threatening to carry her away. Always eager for a match was no way to be when you were raising a child.
Peter was managing a fitness center and trained women boxers, which was how he met Desiree. With their three old, Nicole, the couple moved into a small house and quickly discovered they needed a larger income.
Between job interviews, Desiree ran across an ad from the Northside Entertainment Group for women wrestlers. "If you are who we're looking for, no experience is required. We will train!" the ad said.
Desire looked at the large chested, one piece bathing suit clad girl pictured in the ad and then at her modest breasts and decided this job wasn't going to utilize her degree in business management.
Her husband was skeptical, the work was at night and local, so Peter could take care of Nicole. And the pay was attractive. Desiree was hired to be a jobber after her first interview. The trainers thought Desiree, with her small but strong, lean body, would look good valiantly struggling against a villainous heel.

Training was conducted by Tom, who wrestled as "Long Texas Tom" in the ring. Tom quickly grew to like working with Desiree and her compact body. The flexible athleticism she developed in the boxing ring made Desiree an agile student as Tom put her through various moves and holds. Tom couldn't not stare in his pupil's piercing, liquid-brown eyes. Though Tom knew Desiree was married and that he had his live in girlfriend, Margie, he thought constantly about sex with Desiree, subduing her and making love to her. Tom had already shown Desiree a number of holds when he got to the sleeper.
"Feel that?" he asked squeezing his biceps into Desiree's soft neck.
"Oh...yeah..." Desiree felt the pressure and warmth of her instructor's embrace. Giddiness bubbled up inside her.
"Now you just bring your arms closer," Tom added.
Desiree tried to respond but she couldn't. Grunting a few times, Desiree slapped Tom's arms with the open palms of her hands to break the hold.
Tom spoke slowly, but the words bounced off Desiree's consciousness, which suddenly felt very heavy and thick. Desiree wanted to know what was happening, but her arms dropped to the side and her legs melted into the canvas. Her head swam as the giddiness became a warm stirring pleasure Desiree hadn't felt in years. The sensation consumed Desiree and she was out cold in Tom's arms.
Desiree stirred from scattered fragments of intense dreaming, sighing deeply as she did when she woke from a nap. Tom was cradling her, slapping her cheeks gently, calling out her name.
"Sorry I knocked you out," Tom lied. "Are you okay?"
Desiree sighed a second time and sat up slowly, feeling groggy and horny for Tom. She looked at Tom, trying to identify him. Why did he do that? she asked herself. I was completely gone!
Desiree and Tom eased into a kiss and Desiree felt his hands reaching to her shorts. Peter was the only male who got Desiree this excited and he never struck her in anger.
Desiree suddenly broke away from Tom and moved to the ropes.
Tom grabbed her arm, lightly but with certainty, as she reached one leg outside the ring. They kissed again and Desiree felt her entire being give into him. Desiree took one step back and slugged Tom on the jaw.
WHACK!!!
Tom was momentarily stiff as a board and then dropped to the canvas, slumping against the turnbuckle.
For a few wordless moments while Desiree loudly caught her breath, she watched the unconscious male. "I'm sorry Tom," she said, leaning down and kissing his lips. "A few more seconds and you would have owned me."
Desiree affectionately stroked Tom's hair and left the ring.

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