Before I could get up I was trapped between her legs with her unbelievably firm ass grinding into me as my shoulders were pinned to the mat.
First of all I’m six feet tall and 190 pounds and can bench-press more than 250 pounds, so athletically I’m no slouch. I have wrestled a few female bodybuilders in the past, and while I found their unearned holds fairly tight, they were not the most competitive of wrestlers. My last encounter, however, was a completely different experience.
I met this girl for a match at her apartment in downtown Manhattan. She opened the door, and I thought, Wow, this girl is beautiful. Indeed she was, but she wasn’t very big–maybe 140 pounds, tops. She looked more like a fashion model. We talked for a while before our match–we had quite a bit in common–and then went into our respective rooms to dress for battle.
When she came out I noticed that she had some muscle on her, but was nowhere near as big as the other girls I had faced. I stretched a little, thinking that I’d take it easy on her. Then the match began.
Within seconds she had me in a killer headlock and flipped me down onto the mat. I got up to my knees and flipped her over, but she squirmed free. She put me in a chokehold, winning a submission very rapidly. The total time of the first fall: less than three minutes. Okay, I thought, lucky … now let’s get serious. We began to wrestle again. Her hands were so fast I couldn’t follow. Within seconds she had me down on the mat again in a combination full nelson and scissors. I could barely breathe. Submission earned once again in under three minutes. This gorgeous girl, 50 pounds lighter than me, was kicking my butt.
I found myself suddenly very confused. I wanted to be able to defeat her, but at the same time was loving every moment of her triumph. Again she had me gasping for air. As I looked over at her intensely seductive face, she was hardly breaking a sweat. After submitting to her two more times, I took consolation in the fact that I had not been pinned. But the match was still young. Although I actually was able to hold her off for a couple of minutes, she once again maneuvered me onto my stomach. With an incredible force she put me in an arm lock and drove my left shoulder into the mat, flipping me over immediately. Before I could get up I was trapped between her legs with her unbelievably firm ass grinding into me as my shoulders were pinned to the mat. I couldn’t move; I was totally controlled by this deceptively tiny but dangerous woman. Suddenly I felt myself not wanting to move. This session was one of the most stimulating experiences of my life.
We continued to wrestle for another hour or so, totally ignoring the distractions of her constantly ringing telephone and outside city noise. After it was over I returned home and was sore for over a week.
– S. M., New Jersey
