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I live in the St.Louis area and am in need of a venue for a photo shoot. I have 2 body builders that will be modeling my leotard singlets for marketing purposes. I’m looking to trade massage for the use of the space for an hour or two. I’m referring to legitimate therapeutic massage and nothing erotic. I’m a licensed massage therapist. Please only reply if your space is in the St.Louis area or if you know of someone with space in the area. Thank you!

It felt like a dream. We were finishing up stretching and I was seconds rolling around with this sexy athletic woman wearing only skin tight leotards. My heart was beating out of my chest. Laura explained her rules. “Pins count as 1point. Both shoulders need to be touching the mat for a 5 count. Submissions count as 3. Tap twice when submitting.”

She began circling the mat crouching down a little and I followed her lead. She faked at my legs and then slid her right arm around my head and I was suddenly in a tight side head lock. My cheek and left ear were mashed into her right breast. She began walking me around in a circle the way pros do for humiliation. In trying not to lose my balance my right hand ended up on her her waist above her left hip. My left hand found its way to her left butt cheek. “Watch your hands!” She barked as she rung out my head in a few tight rotations while swinging my head low as she moved in and out of a squatted stance. She then put her right leg out and tossed me over it. We both hit the mat and she continued to maintain the brutal headlock. I tried to push on her head and she wouldn’t budge. I could see her legs were spread eagle as she leveraged with her feet. For a second, I wished I had a better view. She grinded my head even more and I finally tapped. She let go. “Not bad for a newbie!” She teased. “You can take a little pain. You didn’t tap out too quickly. I like that. 3 for me!” She announced. “Have you ever wrestled Joe?” I asked sheepishly. “Naw! He’s no different from my brothers, typical jock. No offense to your friend. She explained. “No. I get it.” I assured. That explained a lot. It also made me feel special.

Again we took our positions. This time I lunged low and hooked my hands around the back of her knee and pulled. Laura’s back hit the ground. I tried to move on to her chest but she grabbed my right arm, rocked on her back and brought both legs up planting her feet on the side of my neck and on my rib cage. I landed on my back. She never let go of my arm. She bent my wrist back and slid my shoulders further into her legs. I realized that she was grinding her crotch on my arm. I looked at her face. She was smiling wide. “I’m going to enjoy this move for a minute. She laid back and continued. Any time I tried to move she pulled back on my wrist and it was painful. Besides I was completely loving her damp cotton covered crotch pressing into my forearm moving up and down. 4 min seemed like 30. My imagination had a field day. I pictured pulling her leotard to the side of her crotch and me pulling my cock out of leg hole of this red leotard and burying it deep into her already wet mound. And suddenly she pulls back on my hand and I yelled “FUUCKK!!!” And tapped. She let go and giggled. Gwen taught me that. A girl’s gotta have fun! Your wrist okay? Sorry about that. I got a little carried away.” “It’s cool.” It definitely killed my erection for the moment but definitely had my mind open up to more possibilities. “That was called an arm bar in case you didn’t know.” She announced. “6 to zero MOI!” She hopped up and walked to the edge of the mat to grab her water bottle. The back of her leotard had a sweaty spot in the middle. Her legs and her ass glistened with perspiration. When she turned around I could see a clear wet spot over her pussy. “You ready to go again?” She said challenging me. “Is that a trick question?”

We began circling the mat. This time we both managed headlocks and she tripped us to the ground. Laura ended up on her back and I managed to move on top of her and grab both of her wrists. I tried to get her shoulders to the mat but she was very strong and kept twisting from side to side. I flattened out and managed to work my legs around hers for a grapevine. As I straightened my legs I realized my cock was getting hard and pressed against her stomach. If I was positioned just a matter of inches lower we could be fucking! And then she tapped! I rolled off of her and grabbed my water. “Even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometimes.” she laughed. “Three for the rookie! 6-3.”
And before I could turn around she ambushed me from behind. She pulled me backward got my head to the ground and was straddling my shoulders. Her quads looked amazing her sweaty black leotard was like a second skin. Her muscular thighs were now squeezing together. I couldn’t hear anything. She hovered momentarily before lowering on to my face. The last thing I could see was her pussy lips bulging from both sides of the thin black strip that had crept into her crevice. Her dark pubic hair was showing along the edges of the wet leotard, She grabbed both of my wrists and was grinding her wet crotch into my face. Her pussy smelled sweet. She centered my nose and began gliding up and down occasionally wiggling. “Grab my ass.” she said with a stage whisper. Her ass was solid muscle perfection. The leotard had slipped up into a wedgie in the back and she was riding my face with a vengeance. She was using my hair as reigns. Her body suddenly shuttered and she let out a compressed gutteral moan. She paused for a minute and then rolled to her side still gripping onto my hair. She spread her legs open just enough to pull my head into crotch again. She then crossed her ankles and locked me into a headscissors. Suddenly I felt her fingers pulling up on my balls and gliding along my fully erect shaft and tracing the head of my cock through the stretchy fabric. She continued to pulse her thighs while grabbing the head of my cock and pulling gently. The spandex added to sensation of my fully inflated mushroom head. The throbbing ensued. It didn’t take but few seconds before I erupted. I gasped. She didn’t stop until she felt the cum through the leotard. And then she squeezed her thighs one last time until I tapped. And then turned me loose.

We both didn’t say much as I gathered my clothes and went upstairs to change. When I came back down she was laying on her back. “I won!” She bragged. “You only got 9 points.” I replied. “Yeah, I think I like you best when you can’t talk.”she jeered. Her serious look shifted to a grin. “Gwen will be coming into town in July. She might like the chance to dominate a guy. Regardless, I may want to beat your ass again sometime.” “Sure thing!” As I headed out the door she swatted me in the ass. I turned around and smiled. I walked down the sidewalk and felt drunk with disbelief. Laura Hollander changed my life.

I have been on this site for 5.5 years. And in that time I have met a lot of kind people that share at least one thing in common, wrestling. I’ve also been fortunate to share my experiences, kinks, matches and my gear with people who appreciate those extra things that made us feel odd or different. I’m grateful to this site for having a meeting place with many ways to share and connect. I’m sure it’s made a lot of people realize they aren’t so alone in what rings your bell (no pun intended). It has created a camaraderie of like minded strangers who can connect as friends and be supportive whether you are gay or straight.

Unfortunately, there are going to be a few people who lack respect, maturity and manners to conduct themselves as part of this brotherhood. I’d like to address those few people at this time.
1. Before you message a member, read their bio and try to familiarize yourself with the person you are about to address. That way you can read your audience. If I say I like to dominate men, and you send me a message asking me if I’d like my ass kicked, you are in the wrong place. If I say I’m straight, don’t send me pictures of your dick. I can be heteroflexible on the mat with the right opponent, but please don’t send me a message telling me how you would like to violate me.
2. Message someone with the same manners you would have if you met someone in person. Cyber communication doesn’t excuse rudeness.
3. If you are the type of person who puts thumbs down on people’s pictures and blogs, you are wrong and you are a coward. If it wasn’t anonymous, you probably wouldn’t have the balls to judge other people’s expression. If you want to be a supportive brother on here, put thumbs up on what you like and walk away from what you like. That what little bitches do. Grown men lift each other up, especially on a site where we are supposed to feel safe with a side of our self that may be a secret to the rest of the world. This is a terrible feature for a safe place.
4. Remember why you are on this site. Are you here just to take? Or are you here to give something as well? Are you kind to everyone or are you the guy that jumps in line if there isn’t enough.
Kindness goes along way, especially when you may be representing a part of the world where not everyone has been. We get to be ambassadors in a small way. You don’t want to make your homeland look bad because you feel like being rude.

Again I wrote this to express my gratitude for the majority of the members. And at the same time, I wanted to offer those who forget why we are here, some thoughts to consider to act better. We’re all in the same big boat!