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Archive-name: Amazon/ellen1.txt
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Archive-title: Ellen
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My name is Ellen and I'm a 26-year old gym teacher. I'm 5'8" tall,
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weigh 142 pounds and am considered quite attractive with shoulder-
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length auburn hair and a 38-25-37 figure. My background in gymnastics
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and swimming has given me much strength and muscular definition in my
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shoulders, arms and legs. Although I had never wrestled a man, I have
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been very competitive with them and love to soundly defeat them in
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tennis or racquetball.
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Recently, I have been seeing a 30-year old lawyer named Rick, who told
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me of his fantasy of wrestling a woman. After checking out his 5'9",
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somewhat soft body, I told him I would wrestle him the following
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Friday.
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That Friday I went to his house and we cleared the furniture. I went
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to his bedroom to change into my shiny black lycra leotard and
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returned to find Rick in a pair of gray running shorts. We decided to
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wrestle for one hour, and he set an alarm clock to end the match.
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We started somewhat slowly, as neither of us was quite sure what to
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expect. We pushed each other around and tried to trip each other with
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our feet. Suddenly, he got me in a headlock and applied pressure.
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Rick was stronger than I had anticipated and it hurt. He flipped me
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over his hip and followed me down with his legs spread wide for
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stability while continuing to squeeze my head. But I was able to work
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my hands inside his arms and separate them, breaking the hold.
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Pushing his head face-down to the carpet, I sat on his back facing his
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feet. I grabbed his right foot and pulled it toward me while twisting
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his ankle. Rick groaned and slapped the carpet as I increased the
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pressure. Still holding his foot, I spun around and scissored his
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left arm tightly. Now Rick was in major trouble. I still had his leg
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captured, and he was now immobilized with all my weight on his back.
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My scissor hold was overextending his shoulder and elbow.
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After five minutes, his struggling weakened and Rick gasped out his
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submission. I released the holds, turned him onto his back and sat
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firmly on his chest, pinning his arms under my knees. I told him that
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this was a one-hour match, and less than 20 minutes had passed. I
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decided to rest in this position for a few minutes. Rick was unable
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to recuperate as my weight hindered his breathing and my knees were
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digging painfully into his upper arms. Every few moments, I would
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taunt him by saying things like, "I'm really enjoying this, Rick,
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aren't you?" or "You can do better, just try harder. I'm only a
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girl."
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Rick's energy was totally spent, so I decided to practice a few holds
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I had learned. First, I rolled him onto his stomach, grabbed both his
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wrists and pulled his arms back. Standing over him, I pushed my foot
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into his back for leverage as I worked my surfboard. After a couple
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of minutes I released the hold and, dropping to my knees, secured a
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full-nelson. Rolling to the right onto my back, I pulled him on top
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of me and added leg scissors low across his waist. Boring down on his
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neck, I could feel the muscles stretch as I powered the nelson and
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enjoyed his scream of pain as I tightened the scissors. Then I eased
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up a bit on both holds until I could feel his body relax. Suddenly, I
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pulled up on the nelson while pushing down hard with the scissors,
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painfully stretching his back.
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For the next 20 minutes I gleefully played cat and mouse with him, as
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I applied more holds. I would maintain each hold for two or three
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minutes, tightening and relaxing them at my whim. Immediately before
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releasing a hold, I would power it full force so that he would be
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helpless to resist the next hold. I put him in a hammerlock, a camel
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clutch, a figure-four leg lock, a Japanese arm stretch and several
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other holds. When relaxing a hold, I would continue to taunt him by
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asking him if he was still enjoying himself or if he could suggest
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some more holds. Before he could answer, I would tighten the hold so
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his only response would be a muffled scream.
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I had Rick in a head scissors when the alarm rang. I was on my side,
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propped up on my elbow, so I could savor his feeble struggle as he
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tried vainly to free his head from my strong thighs. Since I was
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having so much fun crushing his head, I held him for a few minutes
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longer before releasing him.
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I knelt down next to him and thanked him for introducing me to
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wrestling. I told him that I would like to wrestle him again because
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there were some holds I had not gotten to try. Rick moaned softly,
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"Well, I don't know." I said that if he wouldn't agree to wrestle me
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again that I would try them right then, so he weakly consented. We
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set the date for four weeks from now. Next time I'll make Rick write
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you describing the match.
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