Post by styles on Jul 29, 2012 18:14:34 GMT -5
I couldn't believe it, I simply couldn't believe that so much had changed in the past few days. I was actually living with a man that I wasn't married to, though to give credit where credit was due he was incredibly gorgeous. It took everything that I had not to jump his bones every time we were in the same room together. This evening though he wasn't home and I was left to roam the house as I pleased. Freddie had gone out to a club with some friends while I spent the evening doing laundry, fixing myself a small but delicious dinner, and then took a nice hot bath in the whirlpool tub. By the time I hit the sack it was close to midnight.
However around 3 AM I awakened and couldn't get back to sleep.. I got out of bed wearing one of Freddie's dress shirts, a pair of extremely short boxer shorts from Victoria's Secret and slipped on a pair of fuzzy slippers. I grabbed a hair tie and pulled my hair back into a messy ponytail. I left my bedroom in order to make a cup of coffee and sit out on the deck. The weather was nice this evening and I was going to enjoy it. I got to the kitchen and began to make the coffee, however I had a strange feeling I wasn't alone in the house. I turned just in time to see that Freddie was home. I offered him a smile and leaned back against the kitchen counter.
"Hey I could make you some coffee if you want, you look like you need it." I said with a smile.
I was piss drunk. It had been a wild night out with Yancey and Mashawn. It was nice that Yancey had finally gotten permission from his women to come out with us. The guy was whipped, but he was still the man. Still a G. I had come home to Arora wearing one of my dress shirts, and an extremely short pair of women's boxers. With the liquor, and my burning desire for her, I instantly was aroused by her. She had offered to make me coffee after seeing the condition I was in. How could I decline?
"Sure, I would really love some." I said astonished by the full sentence.
She turned her back to me and walked to the cabinet, pulling out the coffeemaker. I stared at her ass, sitting perfectly in her tight shorts.
I kept my back turned to him as I began to get the water ready for the coffee. He seemed not quite himself which I figured was due to consumption of alcohol. Come on I did work in a bar for a year so I was able to distinguish when someone had been drinking. I could feel him staring at me more intently then ever. I should of felt uneasy about it but I didn't. Without turning to face him, i began striking a conversation, still making the coffee.
"Did you have fun with the guys tonight?" I asked innocently.
"Heh, it was very good if you couldn't tell. You should come out with us next time. You gotta meet Yancey and Mashawn, they're real good guys, I think you'd like them." I replied.
I continued to stare at her and got up from the recliner I was sitting in, and grabbed the remote from atop the t.v. Nothing was on though, so I begin to make my way in to the kitchen.
"How about you? Did you have fun here all alone?" I inquired.
"Oh yeah totally. I spent the evening doing laundry, then I made a nice little dinner, took a long and luxurious bath in your tub. I hope you don't mind...it was just so enticing."
I turned just in time to see him coming toward the kitchen and me. I quickly turned and poured two cups of coffee, holding one out for him. I then grabbed my own and put in cream and sugar. I took a sip of my own and sighed.
"But after the bath I kinda saw one of your shirts in the closet and I hate to admit it but I kind of missed you so I decided to wear it to bed. After that I went to bed and watched a little television before turning in. But I couldn't sleep so I came down here."
"Sounds like an exciting evening."
I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I was on a mission since I stood up from the couch. I begin to kiss her neck while holding her tightly around the waist. I could feel both of our bodies shivering with anticipation. I could hear her soft moans as I continued to kiss her neck; and flick my tongue along it. I think we both had been anticipating this since that first night in New Orleans. I could tell she was timid, and I was a sex fiend. I figured I'd have to make the first move and I did.
I couldn't believe what he was doing, he had made the first move. I dropped the cup of coffee I had held in my hand and brought my hand to the side of his head, massaging his scalp. My breaths were becoming short and fast. I leaned back against him tightly and began to run my other hand up the side of his body. I couldn't speak the only things coming from my mouth were little soft moans. I wanted him so badly but I was also scared, it was going to be the first time I would give myself willingly to any man and I knew it was going to hurt. Part of me wanted him to take me very gently, but a larger part wanted him to just rip my clothes off and fuck my brains out.
I figured I'd take it slowly until she asked me to be rough. It wasn't about me all the time, and this was one of those times. I rubbed my hands across her stomach, it was tight, and her skin was smooth. I slowly ran my hands down her stomach and to her crotch. She began to moan louder as I continued to rub. I turned her around and picked her up, placing her on the counter. I slid in between her legs and continued to kiss her. Arora was amazing, but I didn't want to frighten her. She didn't seem like she had had too much experience in this field. I rubbed my hands along her thighs, as I pulled away from kissing her.
"Are you sure you wanna do this? We can wait if you need the time." I asked, with care. An emotion I hardly knew.
I stared into her eyes as I stopped moving my hands along her thighs. I was willing to take it slow and allow every feeling to take us over.
I looked at him very touched by his concern for me. Tears almost came to my eyes but I managed a smile. I brought my hands to his face and cupped it.
"I'm sure...I've never felt this way about any guy before and I know that I want you to be the first. I want you to take me Freddie in any way that you want to. Tonight you have me in any way you desire."
I leaned in and kissed his forehead and then backed up, I removed one hand from his face but kept the other on gently caressing it.
"Alrite..."
I went back to kissing her neck, and lifted her in my arms. I slowly walked to the living room, and gently put her down on the leather couch. I didn't plan on having sex there, I'd rather go to my room for that. We'd finish our foreplay there, and I'd bring her to my room, where we could fall asleep after the act. It had been a while since I actually fell asleep with a woman. I had mostly been stuck in one night stands.
I looked up at him with a smile playing across my lips as I sat up on my elbows. I began to unbutton the dress shirt until no buttons were left to undo. All that was left was for me to take off the shirt completely so that he could see my breasts for the first time. Nervously I slid it off and down my shoulders. I looked at him unsure of what to do next, after all I had never done anything like this before and I had a strong feeling that Freddie was an amazing expert.
Arora began to unbutton her shirt as I stared in to her eyes before kissing her again. After she had undone every button, I helped her remove the shirt and began to slowly, and passionately kiss her breasts. I then leaned back and pulled of my own shirt, exposing my chiseled physique. I had worked hard for this body, why not show it off. I pressed my body to hers, as I continued to rub her breasts. I then worked my way down, kissing her neck, the her breasts; slowly working my way down her flat stomach.
I kept my hands on his head as he was making his way down to my stomach. My fingers went to work massaging his scalp. So far everything was better then I could of dreamed. However plaguing thoughts of that night a year before began to come into play. I tried to shake them off and hide them because Freddie still had no idea that I had been raped. I shook my head and kept a smile on my face so that I could enjoy what was going on between the two of us completely. Part of me was a little scared though that after he was done he would toss me aside. If that happened then so be it, I still wouldn't regret what was going on.
Arora was loving every minute of this...as was I. I prided myself in being so good. But then again I was arrogant in everything. As I worked my way down to her crouch, I looked up at her, allowing her to look in to my eyes as I went down on her. I removed her panties, and began to pleasure her. I could feel her body convulse with pleasure as her nails dug in to my scalp. It turned me on even more as I continued to flick my tongue faster and faster.
I threw my head back unable to believe the pleasure I was getting from this. Never in my life had I felt so good, not even when I was with Angelus, and never did I think that after the rape I would get such pleasure from something like this, but it had happened. My nails dug into Freddie's scalp, it was the only thing I could do along with moaning softly and quickly. In the back of my mind though I wondered just how many women had been in this exact same spot I was in and just how many women he had taken back to his bedroom. The thought made me a bit uncomfortable as I brought my head back and removed my hands from his scalp. I folded my arms against my chest trying to think things through.
Suddenly Arora stopped, and I could see her mind was elsewhere. I stopped along with her, puzzled, and my ego a bit bruised. Was she not enjoying it? It couldn't be that, I was far TOO GOOD for that.
"I'm getting the vibe that something else is on your mind. What is it?" I asked, puzzled by her stopping so suddenly.
"I just wonder how many women have been exactly where I am right now. I also wonder if after this is over and we've had sex that you're gonna be done with me."
I said this to him hardly meeting his eyes. I knew I had probably sent a blow to his ego and that was the last thing I wanted to do but I just couldn't help with how I was feeling. I wanted it so bad but yet I was scared to death of becoming trash tossed out for garbage pick-up. He was Freddie Styles...he could have any woman he wanted, ones that were so much more beautiful then me. Why would he want me to stay with him for good? I teared up a bit as I sat up and grabbed the dress shirt, holding it up against my torso, hiding my most private places.
I wasn't going to lie to her, that would only make things worse. She had reason to be worried though. I had been with many women, in this exact same situation. But I could tell this time was different. I could tell there was more there than just getting my dick wet. Arora intrigued me, and kept me guessing. Yeah, I knew she used to be with Dante, but there was something about her that made me want her that much more. Not to mention she'd be staying in my house for a long time. Maybe I was ready to settle down, maybe I wasn't. We'd have to see where things lead.
"I won't lie to you Arora, I've been with many women. But there is something between us. I can feel it in my stomach when I see you. I mean you keep me intrigued. Don't worry, you're gonna be living here for a while. If i get tired of you, I'll just kick you out. Heh, it was a joke. I don't see that happening for a long time." I said as I flashed her a smile.
Tears still were apparent in my eyes and took my arm and wiped them away. I trusted him, maybe I shouldn't have but he was so sincere and I knew I was falling for him. I don't want to say it was love but it might as well of been. I looked at Freddie and knew that if there was to be something between us I probably should tell him about what happened a year ago. If I was going to freeze up during sex he had to know the reason. I cleared my throat as tears began to stream down my cheeks.
"There's something I have to tell you Fred...It's not something I've really never told to anyone."
He looked at me intently as I began to tell him.
"A year ago I was working late at the bar and there was this customer who wouldn't leave me alone. He was escorted out but was waiting for me when I got done. To make a long story short he dragged me into an alley and raped me. Nobody came to help me..."
I looked down ashamed and wiped my eyes. I didn't want to cry anymore in front of him but I couldn't help it. I began to shiver violently and wrapped my arms tighter around myself. I didn't know how he was going to react to this new information.
I looked at Arora shocked. Before saying anything, I grabbed a blanket from off the couch and wrapped it around her, holding her tight as she continued to shiver and cry in my arms. It was a feeling I had never experienced. The pain I saw in here, cut me deep. I could hardly feel the emotional pain she had, but my stomach was in knots. A innocent, and sweet girl like this never deserved that bullshit. I never had respect for rapists. I had seen it once in an alley, and had beat the man to near death. There was no excuses for it. I was touched by Arora's strength.
"I don't know what to say Arora. What I can do though is be here for you. I don't need to have sex with you. If you feel you want to, then fine, but I won't push you. You are a member of this house now, and I won't let anything or anyone harm you. NO ONE. I swear to you on this."
I had felt anger towards my opponents, but this time, i didn't have a face to associate with the anger and hatred I was feeling. I could feel it burning inside of me. The back of my neck felt like it was on fire.
"Here, it's been a long night. Lets head up to bed and get a good night of sleep. How does that sound hun?" I asked, still holding Arora tightly in my arms.
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It is one thing for a man to contemplate the present and it's relation to the past, to attempt to determine whether mistakes of the past are still ailing him and yet it is quite another for that man to become lost in such deliberation, drowning within his own attempts to rectify wrongs, to justify actions, to improve oneself. In learning, it is possible to become knowledgeable from that which is conveyed by others and yet it is only possible to become wise through our own endeavors. Some who suffer setbacks spend much time mourning their own defeat, the death of their hope, and yet they who maintain focus are barely hindered by it, barely, if at all, swayed by its powerful dragging currents. Great success followed failure does not imply continued failure, so much as fate reminding us that good things do not last eternally, or our destiny changing, shifted by the great cataclysm of fate and circumstance, however, with strengthened resolve and focus, one can overcome such daunting powers to remain committed to the attaining of their destiny. It is not unfeasible for a wise man to acknowledge his faults and to rectify them completely without greatly upsetting his ultimate quest, though his focus and drive may be tested, although the wise man knows that all tests may be passed if one is truly committed and willing to sacrifice in order to gain
The ability to learn is the greatest asset of the human psyche, the ability to experience and evolve as a result of them and hence to become stronger or better in some way, to avoid situations and circumstances which had conspired to bring about our downfall or to set up that which may be beneficial to us. The ability to expand our own mind through the will and eagerness born within us which drives us to greater learning and understanding and the quest for our own improvement and success is that which sets us apart from the rest of the animal kingdom, which sets us above primates at the top of the food chain. However, it is wisdom, knowledge gleaned from such experience rather than a book or a page on the internet which is the greatest symbol of our great journey toward glowing destiny, for it is this wisdom which reminds us not to dwell upon these experiences left behind us in this temporal realm and disallows us from moping and wallowing in the sorrows of our own misfortune. To be the victim of a poor set of circumstances, those which do not benefit us, or those which are detrimental to us is to be taught a lesson and compel us to analyze the factors surrounding such and therefore to understand that which brought about the cataclysmic collision of them to create the unfortunate turn of events.
Maybe some people follow the path that they were destined for, others do not. Others try to prevent the inevitable, avoiding the obstacles placed before them, avoiding the obvious but however hard they try, however strong they believe to be, however hard they try to avoid their own path, they will end up being on that path, and end up heading to there destiny. Some people are easily swayed into believing that destiny is a phase used by others, it’s now a common thing to say that their destiny is heading to greatness but everyone has a destiny, some will lead to the ultimate destiny of being the top man in the sport or job they are in, others will be cut short, destined for great things but end up on the losing end. For me, my destiny is already there for me to just walk down and grab it, but others like my opponents at the upcoming MNME Supershow, they think they are destined for great things, but their attempts will fall short, very short. The difference between them and their destiny is their thinking, they believe and think they know what they're going to do and what they're going to get, but their beliefs are not enough to get to the destination, their thoughts are not strong enough to get back onto the track leading to greatness, no, indeed not, their destiny is just a fantasy, my destiny is a reality.
In this business, there is only one objective and that’s to be the best, that’s the key, being the best. In order to be the best you have to fight the best and beat the best…right fellas? In order to be the best you have to be the Most Excellent, the elite of this business, the finest, being number one and foremost being the leading and supreme superstar ever! That is what it you have to be when you are the best and that’s what I am, the best! You asked me ‘what’s wrong with being the best’, nothing's wrong with being the best, hell I should know, right? It’s people who believe they have faced the best, creating a list of people they have beaten and trying to say that they are the best, that’s what is wrong.
Consider this...you are the smallest team in the entire country, in the little leagues, facing teams no one has ever heard off and then a cup draw happens, you are facing the almighty champions of the best league, the premiere team which has million dollar players, getting paid thousands whilst you are lucky to get paid thirty or forty bucks. In press interviews the little league team tells it’s sorrow tale of how they have defeated this team, defeated that team and believing in themselves because they have defeated them that they can all of a sudden get up to the major leagues, skipping five, six, seven leagues and claiming they are the best, beaten the best and are going to defeat the champs, defeat the absolute best. That major league team would split their sides open from laughing so much. This is the case with each and every one of you. I have heard your tales of experience and the places you've all been and the championships you've won, yet my mind hasn’t changed, you all sound like broken records stuck on repeat, reliving past accomplishments in the hope to put the living fear into me, to try and throw me off as a defense tactic that I would be like the major league team, laughing, not keeping my eye on the objective, make a mistake for you to capitalize on, but oh no, I’ve seen people fall into that pit and I have learned from their downfalls. I will not be fooled into underestimating any of you.
At the supershow, the MPW TV championship will be up for grabs. Anyone can go for the championship, but only one can be called the champion, the true champion. Come Monday I intend to prove to the whole of the MPW that I am not a one hit wonder like my opponents in this match, that I'm not here to just make the numbers up and put over people like Justin Taylor or Jason X, Mr. [fXs] is here for the long run, and I am going to dominate the ranks of two thousand and twelve whether people like it or not! This Monday fellas, you will know that every word I speak is the truth, as I fade your championship dreams to black.
However around 3 AM I awakened and couldn't get back to sleep.. I got out of bed wearing one of Freddie's dress shirts, a pair of extremely short boxer shorts from Victoria's Secret and slipped on a pair of fuzzy slippers. I grabbed a hair tie and pulled my hair back into a messy ponytail. I left my bedroom in order to make a cup of coffee and sit out on the deck. The weather was nice this evening and I was going to enjoy it. I got to the kitchen and began to make the coffee, however I had a strange feeling I wasn't alone in the house. I turned just in time to see that Freddie was home. I offered him a smile and leaned back against the kitchen counter.
"Hey I could make you some coffee if you want, you look like you need it." I said with a smile.
I was piss drunk. It had been a wild night out with Yancey and Mashawn. It was nice that Yancey had finally gotten permission from his women to come out with us. The guy was whipped, but he was still the man. Still a G. I had come home to Arora wearing one of my dress shirts, and an extremely short pair of women's boxers. With the liquor, and my burning desire for her, I instantly was aroused by her. She had offered to make me coffee after seeing the condition I was in. How could I decline?
"Sure, I would really love some." I said astonished by the full sentence.
She turned her back to me and walked to the cabinet, pulling out the coffeemaker. I stared at her ass, sitting perfectly in her tight shorts.
I kept my back turned to him as I began to get the water ready for the coffee. He seemed not quite himself which I figured was due to consumption of alcohol. Come on I did work in a bar for a year so I was able to distinguish when someone had been drinking. I could feel him staring at me more intently then ever. I should of felt uneasy about it but I didn't. Without turning to face him, i began striking a conversation, still making the coffee.
"Did you have fun with the guys tonight?" I asked innocently.
"Heh, it was very good if you couldn't tell. You should come out with us next time. You gotta meet Yancey and Mashawn, they're real good guys, I think you'd like them." I replied.
I continued to stare at her and got up from the recliner I was sitting in, and grabbed the remote from atop the t.v. Nothing was on though, so I begin to make my way in to the kitchen.
"How about you? Did you have fun here all alone?" I inquired.
"Oh yeah totally. I spent the evening doing laundry, then I made a nice little dinner, took a long and luxurious bath in your tub. I hope you don't mind...it was just so enticing."
I turned just in time to see him coming toward the kitchen and me. I quickly turned and poured two cups of coffee, holding one out for him. I then grabbed my own and put in cream and sugar. I took a sip of my own and sighed.
"But after the bath I kinda saw one of your shirts in the closet and I hate to admit it but I kind of missed you so I decided to wear it to bed. After that I went to bed and watched a little television before turning in. But I couldn't sleep so I came down here."
"Sounds like an exciting evening."
I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I was on a mission since I stood up from the couch. I begin to kiss her neck while holding her tightly around the waist. I could feel both of our bodies shivering with anticipation. I could hear her soft moans as I continued to kiss her neck; and flick my tongue along it. I think we both had been anticipating this since that first night in New Orleans. I could tell she was timid, and I was a sex fiend. I figured I'd have to make the first move and I did.
I couldn't believe what he was doing, he had made the first move. I dropped the cup of coffee I had held in my hand and brought my hand to the side of his head, massaging his scalp. My breaths were becoming short and fast. I leaned back against him tightly and began to run my other hand up the side of his body. I couldn't speak the only things coming from my mouth were little soft moans. I wanted him so badly but I was also scared, it was going to be the first time I would give myself willingly to any man and I knew it was going to hurt. Part of me wanted him to take me very gently, but a larger part wanted him to just rip my clothes off and fuck my brains out.
I figured I'd take it slowly until she asked me to be rough. It wasn't about me all the time, and this was one of those times. I rubbed my hands across her stomach, it was tight, and her skin was smooth. I slowly ran my hands down her stomach and to her crotch. She began to moan louder as I continued to rub. I turned her around and picked her up, placing her on the counter. I slid in between her legs and continued to kiss her. Arora was amazing, but I didn't want to frighten her. She didn't seem like she had had too much experience in this field. I rubbed my hands along her thighs, as I pulled away from kissing her.
"Are you sure you wanna do this? We can wait if you need the time." I asked, with care. An emotion I hardly knew.
I stared into her eyes as I stopped moving my hands along her thighs. I was willing to take it slow and allow every feeling to take us over.
I looked at him very touched by his concern for me. Tears almost came to my eyes but I managed a smile. I brought my hands to his face and cupped it.
"I'm sure...I've never felt this way about any guy before and I know that I want you to be the first. I want you to take me Freddie in any way that you want to. Tonight you have me in any way you desire."
I leaned in and kissed his forehead and then backed up, I removed one hand from his face but kept the other on gently caressing it.
"Alrite..."
I went back to kissing her neck, and lifted her in my arms. I slowly walked to the living room, and gently put her down on the leather couch. I didn't plan on having sex there, I'd rather go to my room for that. We'd finish our foreplay there, and I'd bring her to my room, where we could fall asleep after the act. It had been a while since I actually fell asleep with a woman. I had mostly been stuck in one night stands.
I looked up at him with a smile playing across my lips as I sat up on my elbows. I began to unbutton the dress shirt until no buttons were left to undo. All that was left was for me to take off the shirt completely so that he could see my breasts for the first time. Nervously I slid it off and down my shoulders. I looked at him unsure of what to do next, after all I had never done anything like this before and I had a strong feeling that Freddie was an amazing expert.
Arora began to unbutton her shirt as I stared in to her eyes before kissing her again. After she had undone every button, I helped her remove the shirt and began to slowly, and passionately kiss her breasts. I then leaned back and pulled of my own shirt, exposing my chiseled physique. I had worked hard for this body, why not show it off. I pressed my body to hers, as I continued to rub her breasts. I then worked my way down, kissing her neck, the her breasts; slowly working my way down her flat stomach.
I kept my hands on his head as he was making his way down to my stomach. My fingers went to work massaging his scalp. So far everything was better then I could of dreamed. However plaguing thoughts of that night a year before began to come into play. I tried to shake them off and hide them because Freddie still had no idea that I had been raped. I shook my head and kept a smile on my face so that I could enjoy what was going on between the two of us completely. Part of me was a little scared though that after he was done he would toss me aside. If that happened then so be it, I still wouldn't regret what was going on.
Arora was loving every minute of this...as was I. I prided myself in being so good. But then again I was arrogant in everything. As I worked my way down to her crouch, I looked up at her, allowing her to look in to my eyes as I went down on her. I removed her panties, and began to pleasure her. I could feel her body convulse with pleasure as her nails dug in to my scalp. It turned me on even more as I continued to flick my tongue faster and faster.
I threw my head back unable to believe the pleasure I was getting from this. Never in my life had I felt so good, not even when I was with Angelus, and never did I think that after the rape I would get such pleasure from something like this, but it had happened. My nails dug into Freddie's scalp, it was the only thing I could do along with moaning softly and quickly. In the back of my mind though I wondered just how many women had been in this exact same spot I was in and just how many women he had taken back to his bedroom. The thought made me a bit uncomfortable as I brought my head back and removed my hands from his scalp. I folded my arms against my chest trying to think things through.
Suddenly Arora stopped, and I could see her mind was elsewhere. I stopped along with her, puzzled, and my ego a bit bruised. Was she not enjoying it? It couldn't be that, I was far TOO GOOD for that.
"I'm getting the vibe that something else is on your mind. What is it?" I asked, puzzled by her stopping so suddenly.
"I just wonder how many women have been exactly where I am right now. I also wonder if after this is over and we've had sex that you're gonna be done with me."
I said this to him hardly meeting his eyes. I knew I had probably sent a blow to his ego and that was the last thing I wanted to do but I just couldn't help with how I was feeling. I wanted it so bad but yet I was scared to death of becoming trash tossed out for garbage pick-up. He was Freddie Styles...he could have any woman he wanted, ones that were so much more beautiful then me. Why would he want me to stay with him for good? I teared up a bit as I sat up and grabbed the dress shirt, holding it up against my torso, hiding my most private places.
I wasn't going to lie to her, that would only make things worse. She had reason to be worried though. I had been with many women, in this exact same situation. But I could tell this time was different. I could tell there was more there than just getting my dick wet. Arora intrigued me, and kept me guessing. Yeah, I knew she used to be with Dante, but there was something about her that made me want her that much more. Not to mention she'd be staying in my house for a long time. Maybe I was ready to settle down, maybe I wasn't. We'd have to see where things lead.
"I won't lie to you Arora, I've been with many women. But there is something between us. I can feel it in my stomach when I see you. I mean you keep me intrigued. Don't worry, you're gonna be living here for a while. If i get tired of you, I'll just kick you out. Heh, it was a joke. I don't see that happening for a long time." I said as I flashed her a smile.
Tears still were apparent in my eyes and took my arm and wiped them away. I trusted him, maybe I shouldn't have but he was so sincere and I knew I was falling for him. I don't want to say it was love but it might as well of been. I looked at Freddie and knew that if there was to be something between us I probably should tell him about what happened a year ago. If I was going to freeze up during sex he had to know the reason. I cleared my throat as tears began to stream down my cheeks.
"There's something I have to tell you Fred...It's not something I've really never told to anyone."
He looked at me intently as I began to tell him.
"A year ago I was working late at the bar and there was this customer who wouldn't leave me alone. He was escorted out but was waiting for me when I got done. To make a long story short he dragged me into an alley and raped me. Nobody came to help me..."
I looked down ashamed and wiped my eyes. I didn't want to cry anymore in front of him but I couldn't help it. I began to shiver violently and wrapped my arms tighter around myself. I didn't know how he was going to react to this new information.
I looked at Arora shocked. Before saying anything, I grabbed a blanket from off the couch and wrapped it around her, holding her tight as she continued to shiver and cry in my arms. It was a feeling I had never experienced. The pain I saw in here, cut me deep. I could hardly feel the emotional pain she had, but my stomach was in knots. A innocent, and sweet girl like this never deserved that bullshit. I never had respect for rapists. I had seen it once in an alley, and had beat the man to near death. There was no excuses for it. I was touched by Arora's strength.
"I don't know what to say Arora. What I can do though is be here for you. I don't need to have sex with you. If you feel you want to, then fine, but I won't push you. You are a member of this house now, and I won't let anything or anyone harm you. NO ONE. I swear to you on this."
I had felt anger towards my opponents, but this time, i didn't have a face to associate with the anger and hatred I was feeling. I could feel it burning inside of me. The back of my neck felt like it was on fire.
"Here, it's been a long night. Lets head up to bed and get a good night of sleep. How does that sound hun?" I asked, still holding Arora tightly in my arms.
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It is one thing for a man to contemplate the present and it's relation to the past, to attempt to determine whether mistakes of the past are still ailing him and yet it is quite another for that man to become lost in such deliberation, drowning within his own attempts to rectify wrongs, to justify actions, to improve oneself. In learning, it is possible to become knowledgeable from that which is conveyed by others and yet it is only possible to become wise through our own endeavors. Some who suffer setbacks spend much time mourning their own defeat, the death of their hope, and yet they who maintain focus are barely hindered by it, barely, if at all, swayed by its powerful dragging currents. Great success followed failure does not imply continued failure, so much as fate reminding us that good things do not last eternally, or our destiny changing, shifted by the great cataclysm of fate and circumstance, however, with strengthened resolve and focus, one can overcome such daunting powers to remain committed to the attaining of their destiny. It is not unfeasible for a wise man to acknowledge his faults and to rectify them completely without greatly upsetting his ultimate quest, though his focus and drive may be tested, although the wise man knows that all tests may be passed if one is truly committed and willing to sacrifice in order to gain
The ability to learn is the greatest asset of the human psyche, the ability to experience and evolve as a result of them and hence to become stronger or better in some way, to avoid situations and circumstances which had conspired to bring about our downfall or to set up that which may be beneficial to us. The ability to expand our own mind through the will and eagerness born within us which drives us to greater learning and understanding and the quest for our own improvement and success is that which sets us apart from the rest of the animal kingdom, which sets us above primates at the top of the food chain. However, it is wisdom, knowledge gleaned from such experience rather than a book or a page on the internet which is the greatest symbol of our great journey toward glowing destiny, for it is this wisdom which reminds us not to dwell upon these experiences left behind us in this temporal realm and disallows us from moping and wallowing in the sorrows of our own misfortune. To be the victim of a poor set of circumstances, those which do not benefit us, or those which are detrimental to us is to be taught a lesson and compel us to analyze the factors surrounding such and therefore to understand that which brought about the cataclysmic collision of them to create the unfortunate turn of events.
Maybe some people follow the path that they were destined for, others do not. Others try to prevent the inevitable, avoiding the obstacles placed before them, avoiding the obvious but however hard they try, however strong they believe to be, however hard they try to avoid their own path, they will end up being on that path, and end up heading to there destiny. Some people are easily swayed into believing that destiny is a phase used by others, it’s now a common thing to say that their destiny is heading to greatness but everyone has a destiny, some will lead to the ultimate destiny of being the top man in the sport or job they are in, others will be cut short, destined for great things but end up on the losing end. For me, my destiny is already there for me to just walk down and grab it, but others like my opponents at the upcoming MNME Supershow, they think they are destined for great things, but their attempts will fall short, very short. The difference between them and their destiny is their thinking, they believe and think they know what they're going to do and what they're going to get, but their beliefs are not enough to get to the destination, their thoughts are not strong enough to get back onto the track leading to greatness, no, indeed not, their destiny is just a fantasy, my destiny is a reality.
In this business, there is only one objective and that’s to be the best, that’s the key, being the best. In order to be the best you have to fight the best and beat the best…right fellas? In order to be the best you have to be the Most Excellent, the elite of this business, the finest, being number one and foremost being the leading and supreme superstar ever! That is what it you have to be when you are the best and that’s what I am, the best! You asked me ‘what’s wrong with being the best’, nothing's wrong with being the best, hell I should know, right? It’s people who believe they have faced the best, creating a list of people they have beaten and trying to say that they are the best, that’s what is wrong.
Consider this...you are the smallest team in the entire country, in the little leagues, facing teams no one has ever heard off and then a cup draw happens, you are facing the almighty champions of the best league, the premiere team which has million dollar players, getting paid thousands whilst you are lucky to get paid thirty or forty bucks. In press interviews the little league team tells it’s sorrow tale of how they have defeated this team, defeated that team and believing in themselves because they have defeated them that they can all of a sudden get up to the major leagues, skipping five, six, seven leagues and claiming they are the best, beaten the best and are going to defeat the champs, defeat the absolute best. That major league team would split their sides open from laughing so much. This is the case with each and every one of you. I have heard your tales of experience and the places you've all been and the championships you've won, yet my mind hasn’t changed, you all sound like broken records stuck on repeat, reliving past accomplishments in the hope to put the living fear into me, to try and throw me off as a defense tactic that I would be like the major league team, laughing, not keeping my eye on the objective, make a mistake for you to capitalize on, but oh no, I’ve seen people fall into that pit and I have learned from their downfalls. I will not be fooled into underestimating any of you.
At the supershow, the MPW TV championship will be up for grabs. Anyone can go for the championship, but only one can be called the champion, the true champion. Come Monday I intend to prove to the whole of the MPW that I am not a one hit wonder like my opponents in this match, that I'm not here to just make the numbers up and put over people like Justin Taylor or Jason X, Mr. [fXs] is here for the long run, and I am going to dominate the ranks of two thousand and twelve whether people like it or not! This Monday fellas, you will know that every word I speak is the truth, as I fade your championship dreams to black.