It’s asking a great deal that things should appeal to your reason as well as your sense of the aesthetic. — W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965)

Wrestling …

February 23rd, 2012 by Elisabeth

Gosh, I just love to wrestle around with a guy under or over the covers. When I was much younger, it was an activity that I did a lot with boyfriends. Now? I’m always a little wary to play in this fashion with someone that I don’t know very well.BUT … sometimes, it just clicks and works.It’s a rare blend of knowing a woman and her limitations that allows for the joy of wrestling at this time for me. During a recent encounter, a man who just seemed to “know” women mentioned wrestling and how he thought it was hot. He seemed gentle. And he also looked like he could wrestle a bear (or alligator. or both.) and win. Or at least manage to rip them in half.So when I jumped on top of him, with my chubby legs just barely touching the mattress on each side of his hips .. he looked at me with surprise when I told him that I was going to pin him down and take him. He was laughing.So was I! And it was almost like a dance because he was able to, without any effort, flip me over and take both of my hands in his large and strong ones and pull my arms over my head. It felt wonderful. Although this activity probably wasn’t as wild as it might sound, or perhaps it was :) , it was just great and FUN to be able to ROMP.And simply play around with a level of trust knowing that I wasn’t going to get hurt in the process. And isn’t that what sexuality is meant to be? At least some of the time?Just a joy. As a little side note, I kindof wanted him to win at wrestling. I managed to wiggle around a lot though, and at least made an effort to best him, which in the end only means that we both won.