RE: Resistance, Force, Primal, Wrestling, Play Rape, etc? - 6/3/2006 12:29:23 AM
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Sunshine119
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ORIGINAL: Sinergy Interesting thread..... So I pull her close to me with a handful of her hair firmly gripped in my hand. Twisting it to cause a bit of pain and pulling her in for a kiss. My other arm reaches around behind her and pulls her in to me, then drops down her back carressingly until I have a hold of her hip. I tuck my hip to the right under her center of gravity and lean over, pulling her off balance and flipping her onto the bed with a hip throw. I then quickly climb on top of her pinning her arms out to the sides under my legs. She gazes adoringly, pinned and helpless, up at me from where she is pinned. Would that be erotic wrestling, impact play, what? Sinergy Erotic wrestling? Who's fighting back? Try these additions on for size and then you might have it. "So I pull her close to me with a handful of her hair firmly gripped in my hand. Twisting it to cause a bit of pain and pulling her in for a kiss. My other arm reaches around behind her and pulls her in to me, then drops down her back carressingly until I have a hold of her hip. I tuck my hip to the right under her center of gravity and lean over, pulling her off balance and flipping her onto the bed with a hip throw. I then quickly climb on top of her pinning her arms out to the sides under my legs. Stretching her neck forward, she gestures for a kiss. When our lips touch....she bites me! The shock of the bite causes me to temporarily lose her hands and she slides out from beneath. She has a wild look in her eyes.....one that tells me that she will not be easy prey. As I try the hip move once again, she is ready for me and my effort to restrain her falls short. I still have hold of her wrists, but now she is struggling wildly. Any unrestrained limb could mean immediate damage to parts that I hold dear, so I am using all my senses to be aware of these limbs in space. Finally, I once again have her pinned solidly under my body with her own limbs now firmly immobilized with ties. She gazes adoringly, pinned and helpless, up at me from where she is pinned. I notice the distinct wet puddle beginning to pool beneath her. She is ready for my taking! (Who has the ice cubes?.....Oh hell, running out to the 7-11 for a bag)
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