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Blogs > gymrat1974 > ManwranglerJen

A Wild Night  

gymrat1974 49F  
1057 posts
4/12/2016 1:19 pm
A Wild Night

It was destined to be a wild night. Two virtual strangers…well, no, two strangers in nearly every way but virtual. Add to that a motel room, sweet almond oil, and plans to wrestle, each one hoping to make the other submit (and each one hoping to submit to the other). Neither knows what to expect of the other, but when he opens the door to her, each is relieved. They at once become comfortable and expectant.
She makes herself at home on the bed. The banter of their previous conversations continues as though they have been face to face for months instead of seconds. After a few minutes of chit chat and smack talk, the first tangle commences. He comes at her, and she escapes the hold, trying out one of her own. She’s stronger and faster than he had expected, and he likes it. Back and forth they go. He’s over powering but gentle at the same time. She rolls him to the end of the bed onto the floor. Score one for the girl! He regains control, and she is nearly flung to the floor on the other side, but he reaches out and catches her to keep her from actually falling. The sweetness of this touch stays with her. He is attentive and kind and gentle and strong, and she could get quite used to it. His wrestling skills are refined, and he has plenty of moves, but she is determined to win even if she has to cheat to make him submit. He only asked her not to bruise his face; he never said anything about not grabbing his nether region, and she is willing to grab a hold of him if it will give her the upper hand. Unfortunately for her, two can play at that game! They continue on in this way for quite some time. Back and forth they go, each one taking control forcefully and giving it willingly.

At one point while she is under his control, he leans in as though to kiss her, but he does not follow through. Another tangle begins and then a chance at another kiss. Finally his mouth comes down to cover hers. She is surprised and relieved. She is genuinely attracted to him in a way that she hadn’t expected. Apparently he feels the same way. From this moment forward, the kisses become the main event. Their lips part and their tongues dance in each other’s mouths. Finally, his lips travel from her mouth to her breasts. He suggests the massage that he had promised her. She takes the oil from her bag, removes her top, and lies face down on the bed. He begins to rub the oil on her back, his tongue following his fingertips. After a few minutes she informs him that he missed a spot and proceeds to point to her bottom. He complies and proceeds to slip her pants from her hips. He rubs the oil on and she begins to move her hips in rhythm with his hands. She grants him access to her inner thighs, and he tells her she is going to be in trouble. It’s just the kind of trouble she’s been seeking.
He undresses and lies down beside her. Not quite willing to give up the fight, they struggle for control a few minutes more. Finally, his hand cups her breasts and his fingers find their way inside of her. Her brain suddenly turns to mush, the fight goes out of her, and she melts into him. They make love for the first time that night. It’s slow and sensuous and rough and exciting all at the same time. He cannot seem to get enough of her kisses, and his mouth finds hers over and over again. She gladly receives him in every way possible. He pays attention to her needs, her sounds, her movements, and her desires, and she gives herself to him with a passion that he had never before experienced.
The night wears on. They shower and talk and wrestle and make love again and again, wondering if they will ever get enough of each other. Just when it seems as if they are satisfied, he kisses her and they start all over again. Finally, just before dawn, they collapse onto the bed and fall asleep in each other’s arms. They sleep for a little while and make love again before rising to go their separate ways, each one hoping to see the other again. They pack their bags quietly, saddened that the night is over, both feeling more than they had imagined, each hoping for a repeat of the night's events. If it is destined to be, they will have another chance. She will wait for his safe return. And he will think about her each day, as he serves his time in Afghanistan.

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