Post by Kenzi Grey on Sept 2, 2016 6:39:10 GMT -5
OOC: The personal thoughts of Kenzi Grey from her personal diary (this is only her inner musings and is completely off-camera):
I woke up this morning next to my perfectly pure Parker Van Peters in an absolute sweat soaked panic! I don’t know what just happened!
Let me be clear here…I had a dream. Not like Martin Luther King…but it certainly was a dream, I just don’t get what it was all about, but it went kinda like this…
Aims and I were on the road together, heading to one of her events. There wasn’t anything major going on, just the usual boring small talk; she rattled on about Allison bitching about her being on the road so much and I responded with how blissfully happy I was with Parker…giving me all the attention a girl could ever ask for (I knew that none of my friends approved of him, but that is just one of the reasons I like him so much)!
Our conversation changed, as they so often do, and Aims started getting on my case about Parker. It was obvious she didn’t like him, probably hated him…she had even blocked him on Twitter. She warned me about him and the circles he traveled in. I didn’t listen, because it’s my life to live, not hers. I guess she picked up on my negative vibe and then she really went in on me! She started telling me that I was stupid and confused because I kept insisting I was straight when I was obviously a lesbian!
This really upset me and before I knew it our mild disagreement had become something else entirely. We were screaming at each other, hurling insults and threats...things were getting really intense. She pulls the car over and really starts laying into me…telling me that she’ll beat my fucking ass!
…look, I know that she’s an amazing wrestler…the Doctor of Submissions and all, but I’ll be damned if I let anyone tell me that they are just going to beat my fucking ass…
I don’t know how it started…all I remember was that her hand was knotted in my hair and she was pulling me towards her. The look on her face was so intense, I had never seen anything like it. Is this what her opponents saw when she was angry? Is this what Allison saw when she wasn’t? I fought against her as her free hand seemed to roam my body, looking for an opening…the other hand still pulling me towards her…bringing me closer to her, despite my struggles to keep my distance.
Her strength is too much for me and before I know it, I’m locked in her embrace. She holds my head so close to hers that our lips touch and I taste her sweetness in my mouth. I try to bite her, but all I manage to do is capture her bottom lip between my teeth, but it slips away again and again. I’m desperate…even my tongue is of little use against her relentless assault. Her tongue finds mine and forces it into submission…there is no hope for me against her.
Her hands are both strong and soft at the same time…fending away my attempts to block her attack. I don’t know what she means to do…where she means to attack next. Her free hand forces me back and somehow she manages to trap my arms behind me as she presses me against the passenger side door. How is she doing this in such a confined space?
…she’s a scientist…she probably knows about the quantum mechanics of shit like this…
As my body is send back, she finally pulls her head away from me, allowing me a chance to finally breathe. I try to kick at her, but she fends away my clumsy attack with ease. She swats aside my leg, pinning my right one against the dash and then she manages to get underneath my left one, hiking it over my head…
…yes…the struggle is real as I try to fight against her for all I’m worth, but with my hands pinned underneath me, it’s almost useless. I buck wildly against her, even as her hands rip and tear at me. I hope that my dress isn’t torn from the struggle…I feel it pull away from my body. God! I should be embarrassed…I didn’t wear any panties today…but I didn’t expect an assault like this either…
I try to fight against her, but her skill is infinitely more vast than mines. What kind of hold is this she has on me? It feels as though she’s tearing me apart from the inside. I open my mouth…but there is only a long low moan that escapes me…there are no words for what she’s doing to me, I’ve never felt anything like it.
Release…that is all that I can think of. How do I get release? My hands are trapped…my legs apart. I do the only thing I can do and buck hard against her. No! She forces me back down…so I try again, harder and again I am bested. I cannot give up…I cannot give in. I fight against her for all I am worth, but her assault on my body is undeniable…I feel her all over me…it’s almost as if she’s even inside me, I have no choice but to submit…it is the only way to gain release…
I scream my surrender to her…calling out her name at the top of my lungs! It is all that I can do against her…she has earned my submission. My body, stiff and hard against her with the intensity of our struggle, now collapses in complete exhaustion…spent and empty. Sweat drips from me as I attempt to catch my breath…it eludes me…my body can still feel the effects of what she has done. I have never been dominated so completely!
She sits up, wiping the wetness from her own face as she eyes me and says, “Don’t make me have to do that to you again!”
…then, thankfully, I woke up…
My entire body was on fire and so wet from the struggle. That dream was so vivid…it was scary really. I snuggled up to Parker afterwards, needing to feel the protection of his big strong arms against me…protecting me from her…protecting me from all the rest of them who would try to have me submit to them.
…never again…NEVER!
P.S. I’m glad I have this diary. So I can write down all my most private and personal thoughts and no one, save ME will ever get to enjoy them! FUCK YOU AIMS!! You’ll NEVER submit me in a car or in the ring!
I woke up this morning next to my perfectly pure Parker Van Peters in an absolute sweat soaked panic! I don’t know what just happened!
Let me be clear here…I had a dream. Not like Martin Luther King…but it certainly was a dream, I just don’t get what it was all about, but it went kinda like this…
Aims and I were on the road together, heading to one of her events. There wasn’t anything major going on, just the usual boring small talk; she rattled on about Allison bitching about her being on the road so much and I responded with how blissfully happy I was with Parker…giving me all the attention a girl could ever ask for (I knew that none of my friends approved of him, but that is just one of the reasons I like him so much)!
Our conversation changed, as they so often do, and Aims started getting on my case about Parker. It was obvious she didn’t like him, probably hated him…she had even blocked him on Twitter. She warned me about him and the circles he traveled in. I didn’t listen, because it’s my life to live, not hers. I guess she picked up on my negative vibe and then she really went in on me! She started telling me that I was stupid and confused because I kept insisting I was straight when I was obviously a lesbian!
This really upset me and before I knew it our mild disagreement had become something else entirely. We were screaming at each other, hurling insults and threats...things were getting really intense. She pulls the car over and really starts laying into me…telling me that she’ll beat my fucking ass!
…look, I know that she’s an amazing wrestler…the Doctor of Submissions and all, but I’ll be damned if I let anyone tell me that they are just going to beat my fucking ass…
I don’t know how it started…all I remember was that her hand was knotted in my hair and she was pulling me towards her. The look on her face was so intense, I had never seen anything like it. Is this what her opponents saw when she was angry? Is this what Allison saw when she wasn’t? I fought against her as her free hand seemed to roam my body, looking for an opening…the other hand still pulling me towards her…bringing me closer to her, despite my struggles to keep my distance.
Her strength is too much for me and before I know it, I’m locked in her embrace. She holds my head so close to hers that our lips touch and I taste her sweetness in my mouth. I try to bite her, but all I manage to do is capture her bottom lip between my teeth, but it slips away again and again. I’m desperate…even my tongue is of little use against her relentless assault. Her tongue finds mine and forces it into submission…there is no hope for me against her.
Her hands are both strong and soft at the same time…fending away my attempts to block her attack. I don’t know what she means to do…where she means to attack next. Her free hand forces me back and somehow she manages to trap my arms behind me as she presses me against the passenger side door. How is she doing this in such a confined space?
…she’s a scientist…she probably knows about the quantum mechanics of shit like this…
As my body is send back, she finally pulls her head away from me, allowing me a chance to finally breathe. I try to kick at her, but she fends away my clumsy attack with ease. She swats aside my leg, pinning my right one against the dash and then she manages to get underneath my left one, hiking it over my head…
…yes…the struggle is real as I try to fight against her for all I’m worth, but with my hands pinned underneath me, it’s almost useless. I buck wildly against her, even as her hands rip and tear at me. I hope that my dress isn’t torn from the struggle…I feel it pull away from my body. God! I should be embarrassed…I didn’t wear any panties today…but I didn’t expect an assault like this either…
I try to fight against her, but her skill is infinitely more vast than mines. What kind of hold is this she has on me? It feels as though she’s tearing me apart from the inside. I open my mouth…but there is only a long low moan that escapes me…there are no words for what she’s doing to me, I’ve never felt anything like it.
Release…that is all that I can think of. How do I get release? My hands are trapped…my legs apart. I do the only thing I can do and buck hard against her. No! She forces me back down…so I try again, harder and again I am bested. I cannot give up…I cannot give in. I fight against her for all I am worth, but her assault on my body is undeniable…I feel her all over me…it’s almost as if she’s even inside me, I have no choice but to submit…it is the only way to gain release…
I scream my surrender to her…calling out her name at the top of my lungs! It is all that I can do against her…she has earned my submission. My body, stiff and hard against her with the intensity of our struggle, now collapses in complete exhaustion…spent and empty. Sweat drips from me as I attempt to catch my breath…it eludes me…my body can still feel the effects of what she has done. I have never been dominated so completely!
She sits up, wiping the wetness from her own face as she eyes me and says, “Don’t make me have to do that to you again!”
…then, thankfully, I woke up…
My entire body was on fire and so wet from the struggle. That dream was so vivid…it was scary really. I snuggled up to Parker afterwards, needing to feel the protection of his big strong arms against me…protecting me from her…protecting me from all the rest of them who would try to have me submit to them.
…never again…NEVER!
P.S. I’m glad I have this diary. So I can write down all my most private and personal thoughts and no one, save ME will ever get to enjoy them! FUCK YOU AIMS!! You’ll NEVER submit me in a car or in the ring!