The saga continues.............
Disclaimer. I don't own any of the obvious names, as usual, but as for the rest of this, it's mine. WARNING: Some of this story might include some explicit language, adult situations, and an occasional sex scene. Viewer Discretion is advised. There, I said it! Let's get it going already!!!!
****Chapter 1****
Hey people. It's Donnielle again. It's about 6 hours before I get hitched, and I'm just siting here thinking on how far I came along witht this whole thing. Gabby is around here running like a chicken with its head cut off, I'm hurling every 5 minutes, and.......Sean's missing! Yes, you heard me. Sean's not here! So, you know I'm having a bad feeling sbout this. I hope he shows up. I hope his ass didn't get cold feet and flew the fucking coop like a coward. I'll have him killed Sopranos style, I swear!!!!!
Anyway, I left you all off with Sean popping the question. So, I'm just gonna brief you in on what happened in between that time, and now. Ten months prior to this blessed event, Sean and I were making all of the necessary arrangements. We already agreed that Chris would be his Best Man. Gabby was going to be my Maid of Honor. Little Chris Jr. would be our ring bearer, while we had a great debate on the flower girls, which we decided to hold off on.
"So, Donnie, who should we include in this wedding party?"
"Well, since half of my family might not even show up, I decided to just ask some of my sorority sisters, Trish, Stacey, and maybe your sister."
"So? How did that turn out?"
"Trish and Stacy are fine with it, Candace said yeah. Jacinda, Rebecca, Paula and Iris all said yeah, but Bethany said no. Fuck her anyway!"
"You're doing better than me. My brothers said yeah. Johnny gave me a maybe. Chuck, Billy, Shawn, Matt, Jeff, Scott, Rob, Kenny, Patrick, Paul, Brock, and Ricky gave the word go."
"And Mike?"
"Fuck Mike!"
"What's up with you two?"
"Fuck him. I asked Andrew anyway. Mike is a dead fucking issue. He can't call, can't write, fuck him!" The Mike in question was Mike Sanders. They were cool in WCW. But, when Mike was shipped off to NWA, Sean hadn't heard from him. They stopped speaking just like that, which didn't matter to Sean. Not my problem, I figured, since he asked Andrew "Party Guy" Martin, which you guys might know as Test, it was a dead argument.
"Ok, babe. You asked Paul, Shawn, and Scott? You must be having one raunchy batchelor party."
"No, none of your business. Besides, I don't think I would want one anyways."
"Spare me with the bullshit, Sean. All you gotta do is add Kevin Nash to the bunch, and all hell is gonna break loose."
"Kev! I forgot about him. Thanks, babe." He proceeded to call good ol' Kevin. That call lasted about 2 minutes, which he accepted the role of groomsmen. Why did I open my big mouth Now, I have the infamous Kliq in my wedding party. Great! Now, I better hope and pray he doesn't run for the hills.
"Sean. You just named 14 guys in your groomsmen section. I don't have that many girls in there."
"Then, add some."
"You are not right. Anyway, did we send off the invitations yet??"
"Yes, I did. Did you decide on colors? I'm not gonna look like a queermo at my own wedding, am I?"
"I was thinking of you in a salmon tux with a lavender shirt."
"Fuck you. You need help."
"Maybe later. Anyway, when are we gonna have time to set an appointment for the catering hall?"
"Ugh. Enough questions. Enough with this wedding for now. We have alot of time left. Besides, we need to think about what we're about to do right now."
"Right now?" He nodded. "I'm not telling you anything that you don't already know." he said as he went in to kiss me. On that note, I pushed all of the bridal magazines off of the bed, onto the floor, and we started to make wild, passonate love. About 2 hours later..(Hey, we both have stamina! Sue us!) Sean was in the shower. I was going over my list and decided to make a few more calls to complete my bridal party. He came out of the shower, dripping wet. His hair just tossed all over his head, while I noticed the huge bulge being covered by his red towel. All of his tatoos were just wet and sexy, and I just lost control of myself. As I got into the shower, I was just thinking about him dripping from all of that water. I got cleaned, and grabbed a blue towel as I stepped out of the bathroom. He was laying on the bed on his stomach with nothing on but the towel. He looked at me, as I slowly started to peel the towel off of my body.
"Woooo! Free strip! Shake it, girl!!"
"Shut up!" I said as walked over to the bed, and straddled his back. "You just don't know what to say at times."
"What? You're standing in front of me naked, knowing I get the only hard- on, and you had the nerve to get on top of me. You live dangerously."
"You won't do anything about it, so shut up!"
"Keep on, Donnie. You'll be grabbing the headboard, again!"
"Yeah, yeah, yea...." He turned over, and somehow, I ended up under him. He started to kiss my neck, as I began to grab his wet, untamed hair, pulling and tugging his ear with my teeth. He then proceed to kiss all over my water-kissed body. As he went lower, I just pulled his head back up, I just wanted him t just do me right then and there, screw the foreplay. When he entered himself in, I was grasping for air with every stroke. He was like a pro, like he recieved a gold medal in the art of sex. In my book, he did!! He was just stroking and caressing me, as I was joining him, kising his neck and grabbing his ass. I was gonna get this for the rest of my life? SWEET!! We both were reaching a dual climax, when all of a sudden, I had the biggest orgasm. It was great. He was about to come, which he pulled out. Good idea. Can't be pregnant on my wedding day. What would the honeymoon be like? Ugh! After that sensational round, we were just laying in bed, just quiet. He looked drained, while I knew for a fact I had about 3 more rounds in me.
"What's up, Sean?"
"Nothing. Just laying here, doing nothing. You?"
"Same here, only hungry and tired. I feel drained."
"You should be. I know I am. All this beef can't be used at one time" he said, grabbing his now deflated bulk, which is huge anyway. "How did you do that thing you did with the..."
"I'm not telling."
"Aw, c'mon. It's me. You can share. It's not like I can do it. How did you do that?"
"Practice, young grasshopper. Practice."
"You were like a running faucet after that. That's why I asked."
"It's called Tantric. I got the book in the closet. You should try it, Minute Mouse."
"Don't you wish. If I was only a minute, you would have no parts of me."
"You are so right! Anyway, either you get some grub, or we both fall asleep. Sean?? Sean?" That Bastard fell asleep that quick. What nerve. Well, I followed suit, crashing right beside him.
*********
Over the next few weks, everything was going smoothly, until my mom decided to drop in for a visit. I hate that woman with every fiber of my being. Eversince my dad died, she has been Satan incarnate. With me being the only child, that was her biggest problem. I had all of my dad's attention growing up, where she didn't care whether I lived or died. Perfect example of this: My dad went to my high school graduation, paid my way through college, and even fronted the cash for my car and my house. I didn't need him to do that, but he did it anyway, because he said I had earned it living with the "Wicked Bitch of the West.", which pissed my mother off, so, she decided to divorce my dad, and nag him to his grave. Pathetic bitch! Why is she coming here? Just when I think that I'm away from the barracuda.......
She decided to come in and drop her bags right in front of the door, leaving Sean to pick them up.
"Leave them right there. She is not staying long."
"Now Donnie, would you do that to your own mother?" She asked in her faux southern drawl. She spends 2 months in Louisiana, and now she's the ragin friggin' cajun.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me. What do you want? Why are you here? Broke, again?"
"Now, why must you think I always ask for money from you?"
"Because you do. Now state your business, and then leave my house!" Sean felt he had the need to interject.
"Donnie, she's a guest. Maybe she's here because she actually cares, and she won't cause any problems. Right, Ellen?" Then he gave her the "I'm on to you, so if you get out of line, I'll will nail you ass myself" look. That's my baby!!
"No, Seany baby. I.."
"Please don't call me that."
"Oops, I do declare. I didn't mean any harm." That fake ass accent was driving me crazy.
"Listen, you are from the Bronx! You lived there all of your life. You know, over on 239th street. Unless that's considered the fucking south, quit the accent. It's driving me insane, woman!!"
"Donnie, leave me alone. I didn't come to fight with you. I'm here to make amends for all the wrong I caused you."
"Really?" I had the most sarcastic look on my face.
"Yes, dear daughter. Plus, I saw the nice little wrestling show and saw that you two were getting married. I know that you wasn't gonna exclude me, were you??"
"Why would you think that, Ellen??"
"Sean, what Donnielle failed to tell you, was that this would be her SECOND time down the aisle. Let's just hope that she actually does through with it this time."
"What? Second? Donnie, We gotta talk. NOW!"
If I took her to the Grand Canyon, tossed her old, demented, trouble making ass over a long, jagged cliff, would she be missed??
Why me? Why me? This was going to be one big awful event.
To be Continued..........................
Disclaimer. I don't own any of the obvious names, as usual, but as for the rest of this, it's mine. WARNING: Some of this story might include some explicit language, adult situations, and an occasional sex scene. Viewer Discretion is advised. There, I said it! Let's get it going already!!!!
****Chapter 1****
Hey people. It's Donnielle again. It's about 6 hours before I get hitched, and I'm just siting here thinking on how far I came along witht this whole thing. Gabby is around here running like a chicken with its head cut off, I'm hurling every 5 minutes, and.......Sean's missing! Yes, you heard me. Sean's not here! So, you know I'm having a bad feeling sbout this. I hope he shows up. I hope his ass didn't get cold feet and flew the fucking coop like a coward. I'll have him killed Sopranos style, I swear!!!!!
Anyway, I left you all off with Sean popping the question. So, I'm just gonna brief you in on what happened in between that time, and now. Ten months prior to this blessed event, Sean and I were making all of the necessary arrangements. We already agreed that Chris would be his Best Man. Gabby was going to be my Maid of Honor. Little Chris Jr. would be our ring bearer, while we had a great debate on the flower girls, which we decided to hold off on.
"So, Donnie, who should we include in this wedding party?"
"Well, since half of my family might not even show up, I decided to just ask some of my sorority sisters, Trish, Stacey, and maybe your sister."
"So? How did that turn out?"
"Trish and Stacy are fine with it, Candace said yeah. Jacinda, Rebecca, Paula and Iris all said yeah, but Bethany said no. Fuck her anyway!"
"You're doing better than me. My brothers said yeah. Johnny gave me a maybe. Chuck, Billy, Shawn, Matt, Jeff, Scott, Rob, Kenny, Patrick, Paul, Brock, and Ricky gave the word go."
"And Mike?"
"Fuck Mike!"
"What's up with you two?"
"Fuck him. I asked Andrew anyway. Mike is a dead fucking issue. He can't call, can't write, fuck him!" The Mike in question was Mike Sanders. They were cool in WCW. But, when Mike was shipped off to NWA, Sean hadn't heard from him. They stopped speaking just like that, which didn't matter to Sean. Not my problem, I figured, since he asked Andrew "Party Guy" Martin, which you guys might know as Test, it was a dead argument.
"Ok, babe. You asked Paul, Shawn, and Scott? You must be having one raunchy batchelor party."
"No, none of your business. Besides, I don't think I would want one anyways."
"Spare me with the bullshit, Sean. All you gotta do is add Kevin Nash to the bunch, and all hell is gonna break loose."
"Kev! I forgot about him. Thanks, babe." He proceeded to call good ol' Kevin. That call lasted about 2 minutes, which he accepted the role of groomsmen. Why did I open my big mouth Now, I have the infamous Kliq in my wedding party. Great! Now, I better hope and pray he doesn't run for the hills.
"Sean. You just named 14 guys in your groomsmen section. I don't have that many girls in there."
"Then, add some."
"You are not right. Anyway, did we send off the invitations yet??"
"Yes, I did. Did you decide on colors? I'm not gonna look like a queermo at my own wedding, am I?"
"I was thinking of you in a salmon tux with a lavender shirt."
"Fuck you. You need help."
"Maybe later. Anyway, when are we gonna have time to set an appointment for the catering hall?"
"Ugh. Enough questions. Enough with this wedding for now. We have alot of time left. Besides, we need to think about what we're about to do right now."
"Right now?" He nodded. "I'm not telling you anything that you don't already know." he said as he went in to kiss me. On that note, I pushed all of the bridal magazines off of the bed, onto the floor, and we started to make wild, passonate love. About 2 hours later..(Hey, we both have stamina! Sue us!) Sean was in the shower. I was going over my list and decided to make a few more calls to complete my bridal party. He came out of the shower, dripping wet. His hair just tossed all over his head, while I noticed the huge bulge being covered by his red towel. All of his tatoos were just wet and sexy, and I just lost control of myself. As I got into the shower, I was just thinking about him dripping from all of that water. I got cleaned, and grabbed a blue towel as I stepped out of the bathroom. He was laying on the bed on his stomach with nothing on but the towel. He looked at me, as I slowly started to peel the towel off of my body.
"Woooo! Free strip! Shake it, girl!!"
"Shut up!" I said as walked over to the bed, and straddled his back. "You just don't know what to say at times."
"What? You're standing in front of me naked, knowing I get the only hard- on, and you had the nerve to get on top of me. You live dangerously."
"You won't do anything about it, so shut up!"
"Keep on, Donnie. You'll be grabbing the headboard, again!"
"Yeah, yeah, yea...." He turned over, and somehow, I ended up under him. He started to kiss my neck, as I began to grab his wet, untamed hair, pulling and tugging his ear with my teeth. He then proceed to kiss all over my water-kissed body. As he went lower, I just pulled his head back up, I just wanted him t just do me right then and there, screw the foreplay. When he entered himself in, I was grasping for air with every stroke. He was like a pro, like he recieved a gold medal in the art of sex. In my book, he did!! He was just stroking and caressing me, as I was joining him, kising his neck and grabbing his ass. I was gonna get this for the rest of my life? SWEET!! We both were reaching a dual climax, when all of a sudden, I had the biggest orgasm. It was great. He was about to come, which he pulled out. Good idea. Can't be pregnant on my wedding day. What would the honeymoon be like? Ugh! After that sensational round, we were just laying in bed, just quiet. He looked drained, while I knew for a fact I had about 3 more rounds in me.
"What's up, Sean?"
"Nothing. Just laying here, doing nothing. You?"
"Same here, only hungry and tired. I feel drained."
"You should be. I know I am. All this beef can't be used at one time" he said, grabbing his now deflated bulk, which is huge anyway. "How did you do that thing you did with the..."
"I'm not telling."
"Aw, c'mon. It's me. You can share. It's not like I can do it. How did you do that?"
"Practice, young grasshopper. Practice."
"You were like a running faucet after that. That's why I asked."
"It's called Tantric. I got the book in the closet. You should try it, Minute Mouse."
"Don't you wish. If I was only a minute, you would have no parts of me."
"You are so right! Anyway, either you get some grub, or we both fall asleep. Sean?? Sean?" That Bastard fell asleep that quick. What nerve. Well, I followed suit, crashing right beside him.
*********
Over the next few weks, everything was going smoothly, until my mom decided to drop in for a visit. I hate that woman with every fiber of my being. Eversince my dad died, she has been Satan incarnate. With me being the only child, that was her biggest problem. I had all of my dad's attention growing up, where she didn't care whether I lived or died. Perfect example of this: My dad went to my high school graduation, paid my way through college, and even fronted the cash for my car and my house. I didn't need him to do that, but he did it anyway, because he said I had earned it living with the "Wicked Bitch of the West.", which pissed my mother off, so, she decided to divorce my dad, and nag him to his grave. Pathetic bitch! Why is she coming here? Just when I think that I'm away from the barracuda.......
She decided to come in and drop her bags right in front of the door, leaving Sean to pick them up.
"Leave them right there. She is not staying long."
"Now Donnie, would you do that to your own mother?" She asked in her faux southern drawl. She spends 2 months in Louisiana, and now she's the ragin friggin' cajun.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me. What do you want? Why are you here? Broke, again?"
"Now, why must you think I always ask for money from you?"
"Because you do. Now state your business, and then leave my house!" Sean felt he had the need to interject.
"Donnie, she's a guest. Maybe she's here because she actually cares, and she won't cause any problems. Right, Ellen?" Then he gave her the "I'm on to you, so if you get out of line, I'll will nail you ass myself" look. That's my baby!!
"No, Seany baby. I.."
"Please don't call me that."
"Oops, I do declare. I didn't mean any harm." That fake ass accent was driving me crazy.
"Listen, you are from the Bronx! You lived there all of your life. You know, over on 239th street. Unless that's considered the fucking south, quit the accent. It's driving me insane, woman!!"
"Donnie, leave me alone. I didn't come to fight with you. I'm here to make amends for all the wrong I caused you."
"Really?" I had the most sarcastic look on my face.
"Yes, dear daughter. Plus, I saw the nice little wrestling show and saw that you two were getting married. I know that you wasn't gonna exclude me, were you??"
"Why would you think that, Ellen??"
"Sean, what Donnielle failed to tell you, was that this would be her SECOND time down the aisle. Let's just hope that she actually does through with it this time."
"What? Second? Donnie, We gotta talk. NOW!"
If I took her to the Grand Canyon, tossed her old, demented, trouble making ass over a long, jagged cliff, would she be missed??
Why me? Why me? This was going to be one big awful event.
To be Continued..........................