by <[email protected]>
I was oddly uncertain as I rode the elevator up to the 19th floor. I was on my way to a mixed wrestling session and I say oddly uncertain because I am 54 years old and very experienced in the mixed wrestling area. I have wrestled women for years in both private and public matches -- i.e., at parties, clubs, arenas, exhibitions, etc. And I've long since lost any vestige of my male ego when it comes to facing a woman in combat.
No, what had me uncertain on the elevator was that this match was to be what is known as a "photo set" match. A professional photographer would take rolls and rolls of film and a set of some 25/30/even 40 photos would be packaged and sold over the net and through mail order. Though I'd long had a desire to do such a match, I'd just as long held back. For I well knew that once an image appears on a web site, it pops up almost immediately on another 25 sites. And within weeks, it is seemingly all over the net. And I knew that several of these photos would appear on my femme opponent's web page to promote both her and the sale of the photo set. So, I had to be prepared for this reality. Because, once the photo-image genie is out of the bottle, there's no stuffing it back in.
I buzzed the apartment and almost turned away. But the door opened and my fate was sealed. The legendary Deena Zarra welcomed me into the apartment. I had chosen Deena Zarra and her Amazon Explorers Club in New York City because I had used them before. Deena is a delightful woman and extremely trustworthy. When we spoke on the phone and I explained that I was interested in doing a photo set match, she assured me she had just the femme opponent.
Who I now met: Anne-Marie. A 22 year-old, sweetly attractive (I learned right away that Anne-Marie's sweetness stops at the edge of the mat!) African- American who was also doing her first photo set mixed match. Deena told me on the phone that Anne-Marie was eager to promote herself through both photo sets and videos. I quickly told Deena that a photo set match was plenty.
Anne-Marie and I chatted briefly. I learned that she was still in college and lived in New York. She disappeared into a bedroom to change and I was introduced to the woman photographer. Again, I wondered ... who will be seeing these photos days, weeks ... months and years down the line? Then Anne-Marie returned and I forgot my concerns.
She stood at the edge of the mat, clad in a teensy-weensy silver bikini bra and string bottom. Anne-Marie was a robust 5'9" inches and a clearly powerful195lbs. Her muscularly rich ebony skin contrasted deliciously with her silver top and bottom. I was only 180lbs., but I hoped my 6'3" height would offset her weight and youth advantage.
The photographer snapped several shots of Anne-Marie and me shaking hands, standing side-by-side, etc. Then we squared off. We'd agreed that this was to be submission-only falls.
We circled each other briefly, arms darting out, retreating. Then I fainted toward my left and lunged quickly with my right hand . But Anne-Marie didn't fall for my feint and suddenly I found my head clamped in a headlock, her large, solid biceps tight against my throat. I bent helpless at the waist as she drove my head against her breast. I heard the flash bulbs popping as Anne-Marie dragged me in a full 360, the photographer capturing us from every angle.
Abruptly then, Anne-Marie stuck her hip under me and lifted me off the mat by my head. I found myself flying in a high somersault through the air. I crashed on my back and lay stunned. Before I could react, Anne-Marie was on top of me. She gripped my wrists and stretched my arms above my head as she snaked her awesome legs around my own. I was trapped helpless in a grapevine. I looked up at the photographer moving around us, snapping pictures.
I couldn't believe this. In barely two minutes, Anne-Marie had pinned me in a double-leg grapevine. What possibly awaited me in the next 58 minutes! I submitted and Anne-Marie rolled off and offered me her hand. I shrugged her off and arose shakily by myself.
We faced off again, but now I was wary. This time, I lunged low and grabbed her left thigh. I yanked, trying to upend her. But she stood unyielding, her feet planted almost casually on the mat. I might as well have been trying to upend a redwood tree. Finally, as if tired of my impotent struggle, Anne-Marie spun her right leg around and gripped my head between her 26 inch thighs. I dropped to my knees, desperately trying to pull her legs from around my head.
She stood still, squeezing tighter and tighter, while taunting me with questions about what I thought I was trying to do. I stared forward and saw our reflection in a mirror: My pale white face peeking out from between her muscular black thighs. Even as I felt myself going groggy, I knew this would be a popular photo in the finished set. And then the photographer was blocking my view, snapping picture after picture. I started to submit, but Anne-Marie had other ideas.
She released my head and I collapsed to the mat like a water balloon. Anne- Marie was on me at once, and before I could react, she had me in a wicked reverse head-scissor. I stared up through her thighs, her beautiful thonged bottom directly before me. The photographer came into my vision, circling us, snapping away. I knew this would be a popular shot, too.
I started to emit involuntary gargling sounds as Anne-Marie squeezed my poor head tighter and tighter. She made fun of my humiliating gasping, keeping up her verbal taunting. She laughed and said too bad this wasn't being video-taped, so everyone could not only see how pathetic I was, but also hear how pathetic I sounded. At last, I managed to mumble that I submitted.
Anne-Marie released me and sat up. Then, amazingly, she shifted my aching head to her lap and gently began massaging my head. She cooed and complemented me on taking her reverse scissor for so long. She said that most guys give up within seconds. Naturally, the photographer stood over us and got this, too.
I considered my situation. The match was barely seven or eight minutes old and I was woefully out of my league. Anne-Marie was far more muscular than I, a much more accomplished wrestler, and in better shape. I could have stayed with my head in her lap for the rest of the hour.
No such luck.
After a break and some chat, in which I again was struck by how sweet Anne- Marie was, we squared off again. This time I held back and waited for her to be the aggressor. No point in rushing my doom.
For the rest of the hour, I received one of the most complete trashings I have ever experienced in mixed wrestling. Name a hold ... I was put in it. Body scissors, chicken, figure-four sleeper, airplane spin, standing full-nelson ... and all the time, the photographer calmly and professionally snapping away.
Toward the end, Anne-Marie applied the coup-de-gras. She planted herself squarely atop my face, her 195 muscular pounds full-weight astride my head. I was unable to breathe, nor could I shift my head. I started to panic. Anne-Marie lifted her gorgeous dark-skinned ass-cheeks a couple of inches and I gasped for breath. But she was just beginning. Down she planted her delicious buttocks again (And by now, her stringed bottom was very much offline, if you get my drift) and this time held her position longer. She counted off ten seconds, lifted her buttocks, counted to two, replanted herself, counted to twelve, lifted and counted to two, replanted and counted to 14, etc.
At last, I realized I was very sleepy ... sleepy and oddly without any pain. I was vaguely aware that Anne-Marie and the photographer were chatting even while Anne-Marie sent me slowly to la-la land. It was as if I wasn't even there! The strange thing is that I found this especially erotic, the idea that Anne-Marie and the photographer were carrying on a conversation as if they were alone.
Well, Anne-Marie, Deena and I sat around after the match, talking over other subjects. We discussed movies and politics, etc. However, most of my mind was still on what an extraordinary experience this photo set match had been. And I knew that I couldn't let this end here. I had to take the next step.
Thus, I scheduled right then and there a Video Match with Anne-Marie for early in February. From a guy uneasy about immortalizing himself through a photo set match to actually suggesting the video match!
Go figure. But I can't wait.