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On Equal Terms She was a buxom woman of thirty-four who stood five feet-six inches tall and weighed in at one hundred and thirty pounds. Her breasts were round and ample for a woman of her size, firm and well shaped. She had short blonde hair and a pretty face. She was feminine and well educated as well as refined and adventurous. When she e-mailed I thought it was just another poser,trying to get their rocks off at my expense. Any profile like her's was too perfect. I replied cautiously,asking her to send a picture and she did. When I saw the attached photo notice go up on my computer's mail file, I paused for a moment,certain it would be just another pic pulled from somewhere on the web instead of the real sender. As I watched it load onto my screen, I became glued to it. The face came first,then the torso. So far this looked to be an honest photo of a pretty woman. A white tank top and red satin boxer shorts appeared as the pic continued to load this body that was just to my liking. Not too fit,not too unfit,soft and rounded,just right. I watched as her legs began to appear,bare from the bottoms of her boxers to just under her knee caps. It was at this point that a creamy line began to show revealing the tops of two heavy cuffs. As the screen filled with her image, I watched the cream colored cuffs lead to two of the most beautiful cable knit knee socked covered legs I had ever seen. The bottom of the screen blossomed into two white boxing boots that were soft in appearance and new in age. Her letter stated that she was ready to break in her new socks and boots in a match against me. My heart raced as I imagined her in the corner of my ring, located in my recreation room. A rather small version of the real thing,my ring was ample enough for what it was used for. I am Milo, taxi fighter for any woman who can afford my services.
A quick reply brought a verification phone call that night. Her voice was like a bird singing on a spring day. I gave her the directions to my place and she sounded excited at the thought of meeting me for an hour of paid boxing. On her request, the fight would be a fantasy type match,but no winner would be arranged beforehand. She wanted the fight to go on until her hour was up or either one of us gave up. I smiled to myself and agreed. She insisted on no spectators and I assured her that none were ever present at my sessions. She thanked me for accepting her as a new client and hung up. I checked the ring out and called it a night. Tomorrow we would meet and bring my small ring to life.
I dressed in my grey tank top,black Everlast boxing shorts,bulky knee length basketball socks,and black boxing boots. The boots were soft enough to double for wrestling duty. The woman arrived slightly early and apologized sheepishly. I invited her in and showed her to a room where she could change into her ring attire. The blouse,skirt,and pumps were a nice vision of her,but not her ring clothes on this time around. She made her way to the recreation room in short order dressed in her outfit from the photo she had sent to me. It looked even better in person!
I watched as she pulled on the boxing gloves I had placed in her corner and pulled mine on as well. Still outside of the ring,which is ground level,the woman asked if I was ready to begin and I replied I was. We climbed through the ropes and stood in our corners. I studied her as she shuffeled about in an awkward manner, unsure of what to do while she waited for the fight to begin. She confirmed that this was in fact to be a fantasy boxing match with no real pain or hard punches. I acknowldged the fact and raised up my red gloves against her pink gloves. I had a bell system in place that automatically rang every five minutes. I flipped the switch with the thumb of my glove and we began. Ding!
I came out of my corner and headed right for her as she started to me and then moved to the side to get away. I followed her in a sideways shuffle and shot a light jab into her shoulder. She gasped lightly and kept moving away,her gloves up protecting her face. I caught her at the ropes and jabbed her again,this time tapping her lushious breast. She chirped out faintly and let me get her against the ropes. Once we were in this position I locked her up into a tight clinch and alternated between this and light body punches to her sides and chest areas. She leaned into me and held me against her tightly as I continued to body punch her at very close range. The ropes strained as I pressed her against them and sent my gloves against her soft body. Her breathing increased as we stood tightly together and I moved my punches to her breast area. Being careful not to hurt her, my punches were soft and light. She pressed me even tighter to her and gasped into my ear as I alternated my right and left gloves into her round orbs. Ding! I pushed her away and returned to my corner. She seemed confused at first but got the idea when I motioned her to sit on the small stool that was just outside of her corner. She pulled it into the ring, as I did mine, and sat down breathing heavily. Her face was blushed and pink. It was a fast five minutes and the bell rang for round two. We moved the stools out and headed for each other again.
She went right for me and wrapped herself around my body in a tight embrace. So far,she hadn't thrown a single punch! I embraced her back before we resumed our clinch punching activity. My gloves tapped into her sides and breasts again as she held me against her tightly. I felt her right leg wrap around my left,the coarse material of her knee sock vibrated against my heavy sock sending me into a aroused state. She leaned me into the ropes and tightened her grip as I increased my punches to her body. As I punched her faster she breathed a more feverish pace. I suspected that she was getting off on the body contact, as was I. The buldge in my boxer shorts pressed tightly against her as her pelvis pushed me harder and harder. The woman sighed loudly into my ear and began to shudder in a most pleasing manner against me. I increased my power slightly and the woman increased her gasping and panting. Moans passed her beautiful lips as she obviously climaxed into a weakened state. As she began to come down and loosened her grasp on my body, the bell sounded,ending the round.
 She sat relaxed and leaned against the ropes,her right knee sock pushed down slightly from the previous round's leg engagement. I noticed my left sock pushed down as well but left it alone. She rested her gloves on the ropes and smiled as I stared at her glorious figure in that incredible outfit. Ding!
She was not ready for the next round and hesitated before coming back to the fight. I circled her,giving her time to regroup herself. She held her gloves slightly lower then her face and circled around slowly. I went for a light uppercut to her gut and followed it with a wide right cross to her side. She grunted and threw a light roundhouse that I let myself take on the cheek. Another pink glove came floating at me and connected to my chin. I fained a gasp and sent her my right red glove. It landed lightly against her left breast and we moved around the ring slowly and exchanged light punches to each other's bodies. The woman was tiring but stayed in the fight. We moved in a wide path around the ring and continued to punch each other lightly in wide slow swings. I changed tactics and began jabbing at her again,mostly in the breast areas. She jabbed me mid body and we stood still and jabbed at each other front to front. Our boxing boots touched at the toes as we stood firm and jabbed each other with increasing force. Still the jabs landed painlessly to us both. The woman glowed as she sighed and gasped with each jab. I grunted and growled as the jabs passed each other and tapped into our bodies. Ding! She got in one more jab after the bell and reluctantly went to her corner.
I noticed the woman was eager to return to combat as she fidgeted in her corner and rubbed her gloves against the sides of her thighs. She kept her eyes on me the entire five minutes between rounds. Sweat had begun to soak through our tank tops and our socks had fallen further during the last round. I wiped my brow with my glove and noticed her nipples were erect and showing through her top. Another erection was going full steam elsewhere too. Good thing I always wear a condom for these mixed fights. Ding!
She came out of her corner and rushed me into the ropes. Lefts and rights sailed into me as we sparred our way along them and into the corner. She trapped me against the turnbuckle and lightly battered me with her pink boxing gloves as I returned her punches with an equal amount. She leaned against me and we fought close body to body style now. Her perfumed face rested on my shoulder as her lushious body pressed tightly to mine. I grunted and groaned as she wimpered and gasped in this close lock up. Our gloves thudded into sweaty targets as her excited breasts grinded themselves against my chest. She moaned into my ear and fought me into the next corner. When we bounced into the turnbuckle, I manuvered her against them and let her have it with lefts and rights to her breasts and stomach. She fought back at first but them shifted her gloves to simply holding onto me around my head. I tapped her with light uppercuts as she tightened her grasp on me and hissed for me to punch her harder. I was taken by surprise by this request but oblidged her wish. My gloves zeroed in on her nipples and attacked with moderate force. She grew into a frenzied state and lurched her body against mine in a wild rythym of boxing erotics. I moved my gloves to her sides and breasts,punching randomly as she slammed herself against me in the corner. We grew into a wild escalating battle of the sexes and she began to pummel me with punches from her pink gloves. My punches stayed modest and controlled but her's were now as hard as she could throw.
We stumbled into the center of the ring and continued to battle with lefts and rights to our bodies. Just before the bell rang to stop the round she requested the next round be on equal terms,full force on both parts. I agreed and she crushed us together for a mutual climax that exploded between us like thunder! Ding! We ignored the bell and rode out the eruption until we stood exhausted in each others' arms. I staggered back to my corner and she to her's just as the bell to continue rang. Ding! Neither of us answered the call to battle and we rested until another five minutes passed.
Ding! She reminded me that since this was the last round,we were to fight for real with no light punches. I lumbered out of my corner and she met me at center ring. At first we sluggishly circled each other but we were so exhausted from the hour long session that we decided to slug it out for the rest of the fight and not waste any time on circling. She fired first and slammed a pink glove into my face. I staggered and returned my red glove to her cheek. After the initial first punches,the remainder of the round consisted of slow,wide barrages of blows that sailed through the air and thudded into our bodies in waves. We stood toe to toe and battered away at each other for thirty seconds,then we'd back off for ten seconds,and resume our assaults. Punches flew in all directions. High and low the gloves flew between us. Grunts and gasps followed thuds and thwacks as we fought out the last round. I forced myself to keep my punches just under full force as she gave me everything she had left. We clinched and then battered each others' shoulders and heads as well as her breasts and my chest. In the corner again,our legs got tangled into a grapevined knot and if not for the support of the ring ropes, we would have surely fallen to the ring floor. Another grinding session between our socks and our pelvises caused another explosion between us. We shook violently as one until the end. Slowly,we sank to the mat and slid apart,our legs intertwined and unable to stand. I thought to myself,what a way to make a good living! She thanked me when we regained our breath and composure,showered,gave me a generous bonus besides my regular fee,and promised that we would fight again. I praised the lady on her good sporting spirit and she went on her way.
The End Milo vs.The Perky Pugilist
Milo entered the modest home and followed his client down the stairs and into a small empty room. A thick assortment of blankets covered the floor. His opponent for this morning's match bounced across the blankets and assumed her position at the opposite corner to Milo's. She was a woman in her late twenties who was energetic and bubbled with vitality and vigor. Vickey stood in her corner as Milo peeled off his street clothes to reveal his fighting attire.
He wore his black Speedos with his black hightopped sneakers and thick black socks. Vickey fidgeted on the edge of their fighting area in her tight fitting black aerobics thong,floral printed leggings,white hightopped aerobics sneakers and thick white aerobics socks...her long brown hair pulled into a high pony tail.
Milo set the timer and motioned his opponent to begin. Vickey rushed from her corner and latched onto Milo in a flash. The surprised Milo felt Vickey's arms encircle his upper torso in a vise like grasp as her legs left the blankets and encircled his waist in a crushing leg scissors. Milo gasped out as Vickey ground herself against him. He struggled around the blankets and tried to force his hands between her's to break the violent embrace. Vickey increased her pressure and groaned softly as she melted against him.
Milo moved his hands down to her ankles and tried to pry her sneakers apart. Since they were front to front and her ankles were behind him, Milo had his work cut out for him. Milo shifted his attentions and latched Vickey into a tight bear hug. She gasped out as he clamped the hold onto her supple body and squeezed her against him. Vickey locked her legs tighter around Milo and squeezed him tighter with each squeeze of his bear hug. They grunted and groaned as Milo stumbled across the thick blankets and got Vickey into the corner. He pressed her against the wall as she held onto him with vine like motions. He felt her pelvis pressing against his in a grinding manner as they stood in the corner and battled to break this deadlock.
Milo heard her breathing increase with each grinding motion as he felt his manhood growing inside his speedos. Vickey must have felt him too as she groaned deeply into his ear and requested he push against her harder, Milo, always happy to please his clients, did so and Vickey was soon climbing to a frenzied state of lust and raw passion. He rammed her against the wall, just hard enough to seal them together as their wrestling gear ground together in a rubbing torrent of hot desires. She squealed out loudly as her body surrendered to her desires and erupted into a shuddering climax that Milo met head on, filling his condem, as they fought to an exhausted draw. Vickey slowly released her shapley legs from around Milo's body and stood closly embracing him, as if in a loose clinch between exhausted boxers. Milo had loosened his grasp on her as she floated down from her rise and stood holding her gently as she began to kiss his neck and cheeks through her labored breaths. Milo stood passively and let the woman continue until she requested more than Milo had been contracted for. The taxi wrestler kissed her softly and refrained from any other activity that would involve the act of intercourse. She pouted but agreed that she had hired him for one purpose and that was to fight her. They stepped apart and Milo stopped the clock. Vickey smiled at this and thanked him, thinking it was over. Milo assured her that she had paid for an hour and an hour is what she would get...if she wished to continue. Vickey beamed with delight and hugged Milo, excusing herself to the bathroom. Milo headed for the other facility and when they were regrouped, both fighters re-entered the blanketed area and waited in opposite corners for the fight to resume.
Vickey moved from her corner slowly as did Milo and they met at center room. They grasped onto each other in loose wrestler's lock up positions and began to move about the room, their sneakers dragging along the blanketed floor. Vickey moved to get a side head lock on Milo and he resisted slightly, then accepted the hold and grasped her around her middle from the side with his left arm. He positioned his right arm around her other side and held onto her lightly as she worked her head lock with modest force. Milo staggered across the room with her as she led them around the blankets in a slow, struggling, parade. Their breathing was deep and growing heavier with each step they took. Sweat had begun to seep from their pours as they moved locked together in their slow struggle. Vickey seemed unsure of what to do and whispered into Milo's ear. He answered her question and lowered his arms, grabbing her legs. They struggled momentarily before Milo took her to the floor in a gentle take down. She broke the head lock and Milo got her into a step over toe hold, lightly twisting her sneakered foot as she struggled to get free. Her struggles were passive at best but it looked good. She was getting the idea of play fighting and seemed to really enjoy the activity.
Milo pretended to growl at her as he twisted her foot in mock harshness. Vickey followed his lead and pretended to cry out in pain, although no pain was present. Her sneaker felt good in Milo's hands as he felt her toes moving inside the soft athletic footwear. She reached out for Milo's hair and after bending herself enough to get to it, mockingly pulled him over and her released her foot.
They got to their knees and latched onto each other in mutual bear hugs, Vickey's head snuggly against Milo's neck. Her now sweaty hair clung to them as she squeezed Milo firmly but gently and he returned the favor in kind. Grunts and groans came from both people as they stayed in one spot and continued to bear hug each other in a grinding battle of rubbing frontal body areas. Milo felt his female opponent attempting to move him to the floor and followed her lead, gently rolling with her as she took him off his knees and to the blankets for some floor fighting.
Vickey wrapped herself up with Milo in an entangled state of legs and arms. She soon loosened her grasp around Milo and sent her hands on a groping mission around her sweaty opponent's body as he countered in kind, sending them on a floor rolling battle of motion that would have won an award in any adult magazine erotic photo spread. The slow rolling motion between the two fighters sent them on an uphill climb that carried them all over the room in excited mock combat. Vickey attempted to lock Milo in a full mouth to mouth kiss but he resisted lightly. She forced the issue and fought to get his lips to her's by grasping his hair and literally pulling his head into position until she had him trapped. Her smooth lips danced all along his face and mouth as they continued to roll slowly around the room. She stopped at his lips and clamped onto him kissing him deeply. Milo answered the attack with his own kiss and their tongues launched attacks and counter attacks as the two fighters fought entangled in a wreathing combination of bodies. Again their inner lust arose with a steady climb as they rolled tightly together and continued their kissing battle with their bodies pressing tightly together and their legs locked with vice like tightness.
A fire deep inside Vickey burned out of control as she hit the height of her passionate struggle and exploded against Milo in a most violent shudder of massive proportions. Milo met her head on, their bodies wreathed and ground against each other's in what must have looked like a most violent battle to the unknowing eye. Socks moved against socks in a sliding movement that brought a friction between them and their heavy material. When the mutual explosion had subsided, they lied in each other's arms and stayed motionless, embracing each other, gently stroking their bodies The bell sounded for the end of the hour long match and Vickey sighed softly. Milo kissed her deeply once more and moved from the exhausted woman. She stayed there on the floor as Milo got himself ready to travel and changed back into street clothes. She thanked him with bated breath and begged him to come again to meet her in her blanketed arena. Milo assured her that she would get priority on all appointments she would make. He wished her a good day and moved off into the outside world. She sighed again and savored the day.
The End
AOL CHAT ROOMS If you have AOL you can literally set up and run your own chat room. An amazing feat considering that whatever you choose can be viewed world wide. The other night I came across a guy who IM'd me as I was shutting down...the message seen read..."I'd like to see you wrestle my wife". Since I was presently running a FvsM cyber wrestling room, I thought he meant that he wanted me to cyber wrestle his wife while he watched the screen battle taking place. When I logged on the next day, I made sure to save his handle from the missed IM, and added him to the buddy list, I eagerly awaited his return to cyberland. Cyberwrestling another guy's wife while he watched was totally new to me but I was fascinated by the whole idea. On his return to the wild world of cyberland, I was IM'd again by the fellow and after talking for a few minutes, it became clear that what I thought was an invitation to cyberwrestle his wife was in fact an offer to wrestle her for real...in real time...with real body contact and real rolling around locked together in combat on a mat in front of a real husband. I was to say the least...surprised. I hadn't seen this much excitement since my last practice "playfight" with a certain woman who will remain nameless. I watched the screen intently as the words flickered across asking if I would wrestle his wife. After realzing he meant for real I "listened" to what he was offering. I was asked things like, "If I took her on, would I hurt her"? I answered, "In a real match?...of course not!" I asked him, "What would you want me to do as far as this match is concerned?" He left it up to me. I asked," Do you have any "wants" while we're wrestling, like what style of wrestling or what sort of match you'd like to see?" He said it didn't matter to him, whatever I wanted to do. I sat mesmerized for a minute, picturing the scene as we squared off in front of him in some hidden away secret place. "What would she be wearing for the match?", I asked. "She had wrestled her first mixed match in a swim suit", I was told. But other choices were open to suggestion, as the husband put it. I sat with my heart thumping at a rapid rate as my wild imagination kicked into gear. You know about my imagination if you are a regular reader. I asked him if he ever had a Catholic school girl "thing" for the uniform idea. He said it was possible but didn't acknowledge if he had a "thing" for that look on his wife for matches. I know I do...LOL! That is to say an adult woman who dons a costumn ala Catholic school girl uniform. I've seen them in Halloween costumn catalogs, for adults who want to spice up their nights behind closed doors. I've also seen a boxing costumn for women in the same catalog for the same reason. I labored for a reason to jump at the chance to step back onto the mats and face a female opponent again...I have done this before...with my wife and other unattached women before my wife came into my life, but stalled. Here I sit night after night watching other people having fun while I am forced to just be an observer, and my chance to have at it again comes knocking on my monitor. The wife stopped "humoring" me years ago. Thinks it's stupid and degrading to herself and that she's too old to roll around with her husband...get the idea? She even used to dress up for the different rolls we played out in the "playfighting" game, as I call it. "Playfighting"...Pretending to wrestle or box or fight but really just going through the motions and body contact without causing any distress or pain. In the case of this possible match up with the wife of this guy, the roughness of the actual combat was left open...but I'd guess not to be extreme. Pins or submissions were also left open, leaving my imagination to wonder the vast areas of how it would be to hold another's wife in a submissions hold. Hmmmm....Interesting to me. The catches being that they live close to one thousand miles away, but visit relatives within three hunderd miles of my location, and that if I lost I'd have to shell over two hundred bucks to the wife. If I won, I'd get to strip her, something I would rather not do. Guess I've seen enough naked objects in my time to sway me towards relishing a woman in clothes. My idea on the "stakes",as the husband put it, would be to meet his wife on the mats, wrestle her, the level of intensity to be worked out, and win or loose, neither of us would get any special rewards or humiliations. Sound fair to me...:)! So I'm open to suggestions and thoughts on this matter from you, the readers. Please state if you are male or female as I'm curious to see if there will be any differences of opinion on this matter. Send your input to soxs.geo@yahoo.com Page Twenty Seven Page One

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