by <[email protected]>
The moment I laid eyes on the stunning Tatianna in her bikini bra and thong, I knew I could be in for a rough hour. I'd met her through the witty Jungle-Gym web site [now gone -ed]. And even though she'd told me that she was fairly new to mixed wrestling, one look and you knew this was a woman in terrific shape. Tatianna stands 5'9" and carries her 170 muscular pounds with feline grace, moving like the dancer that she is.
Tatianna's physique, though very solid, is reminiscent of a certain curvaceous woman from the fifties; though you'd never think of Marilyn Monroe as muscular, she comes very much to mind.
Like Monroe, Tatianna has long blond hair, flowing far down her back. However, Monroe was never blessed with such rich ebony skin, starkly highlighted by the yellow bra and thongs. How could I concentrate on combat with beauty like this inches from my face? Which is a convenient excuse for what transpired over the next hour ...
We started on our knees. Tatianna spread her arms and invited me to make the first move. She also warned me that after the first 15 minutes, guys start to wear down against her superb conditioning. I feinted for her waist and then grabbed Tatianna's shoulders. I lunged toward her, wrapping my arm around her neck. But she shifted and also grabbed my neck.
We struggled briefly in that position, until Tatianna's superior strength forced me to loosen my headlock on her. She continued squeezing and forced my head to the mat. She released my head, but before I could twist away, she rolled me onto my back and slammed my wrists over my head while snaking her awesome legs around mine. I was trapped in a double-leg grapevine. She grinned down at me, stretching my arms higher while spreading my legs farther apart.
"All you have to say is 'uncle' to get free." She kept grinning, her gorgeous face barely six inches from mine. I struggled impotently a bit longer, then mumbled an 'uncle'.
She returned to her knees and refastened the beret to keep her long hair in place. I exhaled and got back on my knees, facing her. This time, I lunged and surprised her. I pushed her back and quickly got her into a full nelson. Falling onto my back, I pulled her atop me, still in the full nelson. Then I locked my legs around her mid-section in a body scissors.
Strangely, she chuckled, even though trapped in a full nelson and body scissors. I applied more pressure with my legs. Then Tatianna started tightening her shoulders, and my fingers slowly came unclasped. With a triumphant cry, Tatianna sat up and drove my legs apart. With amazing swiftness, she spun around and sat on my belly, facing my lower body.
I grabbed her waist to throw her off, but she took my wrists and jammed them between her thighs and calves, trapping them. And now she began to have fun. She started bouncing up and down, while with open palms slapping my exposed belly. The breath was being driven from me with each bounce. And the slaps were beating a steady tattoo on my stomach.
Then I realized that she was slowly shifting. Her lush buttocks were now landing on my upper chest. She was bouncing toward my head! I struggled frantically, but my arms were useless. I stared in awe at her beautiful dark ass cheeks only inches from my head. Then they were above me, and then they landed hard on my face. I let out a rush of air as she sat square on my face.
And stayed there. She shifted, her thonged buttocks pillowing out on either side of my face, settling her full weight on me. I was unable to breath. The TV was on, she had a mixed wrestling tape running, two femme BBs destroying a guy in a park. "I could watch this tape all day. Especially when I've got a guy's face as a nice cushion to sit on."
She lifted one cheek slightly, a shaft of air there, then closed it off. I kicked my legs, trying to dislodge her. Useless. She lifted her other cheek, another shaft of air. Then settled down again. She chatted about what a beating the two women were giving the guy, how it was such fun to show a man who was physically superior. I could feel myself getting woozy and tried saying 'uncle'. It was so garbled that she asked me to repeat it ... of course, never allowing me air or room to do so.
Finally, Tatianna took pity on me and gracefully rolled off. I lay there, breathing deeply. I was sweating profusely. I looked at Tatianna casually refastening her beret, barely sweating. She got me some orange juice and we chatted for a few minutes, giving me time to get back some semblance of dignity.
As we faced off again, I remarked that I now understood what she meant when she said that after the first 15 minutes, her superior conditioning begins to make itself felt. She let me grab her first this time, offering no resistance. But it made no difference. Before long, I was on my back and Tatianna had my head trapped tight in a figure4 reverse head scissors.
Arching her back, she looked at me over her shoulder. "Enjoying yourself, William?" Actually, I was, since her luscious, dark-skinned rear cheeks were only an inviting two inches from my face. The only flaw was that her powerful thighs were crushing my head with vise-like pressure. I mumbled out yet another 'uncle'.
It was hardly my last time mumbling the word. Toward the end, her photographer showed up. She snapped several mixed action photos for Tatianna's page on the Jungle-Gym web site. When they appear, I could say that they were taken when I was worn down, that if they'd been taken earlier, you'd see a different William. Alas, not so.
Tatianna thoroughly dominated me from start to finish. I can only imagine what a force this bright, articulate, fun-loving woman will be when she has fully immersed herself in the wrestling world. But I'm definitely open for the chance to find out.