RAW is live in my hometown tonight. I'm in the front row in a hoodie and sunglasses. Luckily no ones made a big deal out of it if they've noticed me. I haven't been to a show like this since I retired. What am I doing here, you ask? I'm here to see my old flame. Call it a booty call, call it an impulse, call it whatever. But, Edge was not the only man I cheated on Matt Hardy with. He's just the only one anyone ever found out about. I was very involved with Randy Orton as well. We were more similar than me and anyone else. The tattoos, the taste in music, hobbies, even clothing. He was like the male version of me. Oh, I forgot. In case you can't tell by my backstory, it's Lita here.

Now, back to Randy. I'm here tonight not to rekindle the whole relationship; not necessarily. I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to it, but right now. At this very second, I need sex. I need sex with Randy. The hard, pounding, body wracking thrusts of his long cock deep inside my core. The growl in his voice telling me I'm nothing more than a dirty whore. The way he pulled my hair. Every mark, scratch and bruise I had to try so hard to lie about or hide back then that now I wouldn't have to. God, I'm getting wet just thinking about it! So, I text him.

Me: 'take a look in the very front row. Closest to the stage on your left. Do you see the person in a hoodie and shades?'

I receive a reply in 2 seconds flat.

Randy: 'yeah? What about 'em?'

My god he's a fucking idiot!

Me: 'that's me you oblivious shit! Where are you headed after the show tonight?'

I include the winky face emoji in hopes that he can sense what I'm asking.

R: 'Uhhhh I was just gonna head back to the hotel and crash. I'm beat. Why? What's up?'

Oh Randy, you're not beat yet, my love. But you definitely will be! I think to myself and chuckle.

Me: 'I was hoping we could catch up. Maybe pick up where we left off? Come on Randy I shouldn't have to spell it out for you. You know damn well what I want.'

R: 'Ohhhh... Just can't get enough of the Viper, can you baby? I don't blame you. I am pretty good at what I do.'

M: 'Ugh still that same cocky bastard you were the first time we fucked. Never mind. I'll take care of myself.'

I'm totally bluffing and he knows it. It's all part of the game. The game that has only one end. Him inside me.

R: 'No you won't. You need cock. You always have. You never get off on masturbation. You said it's not fulfilling enough unless the real thing is deep inside you. See? I still remember. I also remember how tight you were around me no matter how many times we fucked or how many positions we tried. Matthew never fucked you like I did, did he? He never went deep enough. Never hard enough. I bet you faked every single orgasm you ever had with him and he was just too into his own pleasure to notice or care. Such a pity. To love someone and have such shitty sex for 6 yrs. And what about Adam? He didn't suffice either? Was he too gentle for my kinky slut? Not willing to experiment? Too vanilla? Why is it exactly that you came back to me of all guys? Tell me.'

Me: 'Randy, I came back to you because we connected. You weren't just my lover. I genuinely fell hard for you and you were my best friend when everything went up in flames around me. But, I will admit. My sex life has been dormant the last yr or so. At this very second, I need you to throw me on a hard surface and fuck my brains out. Hell, fuck me on the floor, or up against the wall. I don't care. You know what I like and I need you. Now!'

R: 'I'm sending out a security guard to bring you to my locker room. From there we'll find a secluded area or a room. I will give you the good hard, deep, fucking you need. You can count on that.' He sends the kiss emoji and right as I pocket my phone a guard walks up to me.

I lower my shades for a split second so he knows he has the right girl and he motions for me to follow him. As we walk, my pussy gets wetter and wetter. I've got butterflies in my stomach. I haven't seen him much less been with him like this in 9 almost 10 yrs. It doesn't help that I'm not wearing any underwear so the rough material of my jeans rubbing my sensitive core is amplified. Now, I'm standing right outside his door. As I raise my hand to knock, the guard walks away. Soon, I see Randy as he opens the door and pulls me into the room by my arm. This is gonna be good. Once the door is shut and locked, he shoves me up against it and crowds into my personal space.

"Well hello Amy. Never thought I'd see you again at an arena show like this after you retired. It's definitely a pleasant surprise." He whispers in my ear. Then I feel his crotch grinding into mine.

He doesn't say anything else for a while; simply moans directly in my ear while he grinds with me and kneads my ass. He feels bigger than I remember. Oh fuck. I whimper and he stops grinding.

"What is it, slut?! Can't you tell I'm enjoying myself here?! Shut up!" Yep, there's my Randy. 10 yrs was wayyy too long to wait for this.

I let my mind wander for a minute until he decides he wants something different. All of a sudden, he pushes me to the floor. Then, he walks over to me, grabs my hair and drags me to the bench. He drops his pants and presses his cock to my cheek a few times. He proceeds to rub it all over my face before choking me with it. He is so far down my throat. God it's amazing! I'm definitely struggling to take it all, but he won't let up. He's enjoying my gagging too much. He gets off on watching me lose control. Soon enough, I'm able to take him easily enough that I can bob my head. I only manage it a few times before he grabs my head to hold me still and starts to fuck my throat like he fucks my pussy. Hard, fast, deep thrusts down my throat. I close my own hand on my throat just to feel him from the outside.

Then, my eyes go wide and I grunt like I'm trying to talk. I'm gonna cum. I'm too close. He pulls out; catching on to my signals. Then, he tells me to lay flat on my back. Once I do, he crawls between my legs; his face mere inches from my clothed core. He takes my jeans off and dives in. His tongue doing major work on my sopping wet insides. I throw my hands down trying to grab his head and keep him there, but he grabs my wrists before I get to him. Then, he places my hands on my nipples and I know he wants me to play with them instead. So I do; rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. Pulling them; twisting, scratching and clawing at them as he ravages my pussy.

He sucks, licks, tongue fucks, finger fucks, and nibbles all over my most private places. My mouth is going a mile a minute. "Oh fuck yes! And "eat me Randy!" being screamed at the top of my lungs along with random noises and moans. I'm in fucking Heaven right now!

Then, he stuffs his boxers in my mouth. His own demeaning way of telling me to shut up. All of a sudden he's hovering over me. Then, as his cock slides inside my tight, pulsing, wet center, he places one hand around my throat and the other on the floor beside my head to keep his balance. Once he's all the way inside me, it begins. The rough, pounding, back breaking, deep thrusts of his long thick cock. God I've missed this! My eyes roll back in ecstasy as he starts to talk to me. Voice low and taunting.

"Is this what you want my little cockslut? You wanted me to pound you through the floor, yes? God, how the fuck are you still so tight when you're such a fucking whore?! Yeah, that's what I thought. Not a damn word to say. You know why? Because you know it's true. You're a slut and nobody can fuck this pussy better than I can. No one! You understand me?!" I nod immediately. "Good." With that, he latches his mouth onto my neck and sucks; hard. His hands also bruising my hips as he's now using them to pull me towards him with each thrust. He must've switched while he was speaking, but I've got a one track mind and right now it's focused on the cock inside me and who it's attached to. I start to go to my floaty headspace and he pulls out. I vaguely feel the traces of his jizz on my face and a voice outside the door saying 'Randy, you're on in 5!' Sooner than I'd like, he's standing and throwing on his speedo. Then he leans down next to me and kisses me.

"This ain't over, bitch. You better still be here when I come back. Understood?" I nod weakly. Then he leaves the room and goes out to the ring. I'm soooo in for it when he gets back.