mip1980
12-21-2002, 11:06 AM
Hi again folks, this is another moment of being in the right place at the right time.
during my final year at school I got a lot of trample experience especially from those hormoned raged girls, at the moment only one really sticks out. I was walking down one of the corridors with my mate and we were chatting about wrestling ( hey i was only sixteen at the time!) and who was tougher than who, the conversation started to get a bit heated and the debate turned onto who was tougher out of me and him. I knew he was because he weighed about twenty stone, but still, i wasn't going to back down. I pushed him for a joke and we got into a playfight scuffle, at first i seemed to have the upperhand, then all of a sudden he picked me up and just threw me over his shoulder. I landed on my back which really hurt, i lay there for a split second completely stunned.
Previous to this, the corridor had been empty yet as lay there i could hear someone running towards me. As i went to get up i heard a girls voice shout ' hold him down', my mate pinned my arms down with his knees and i couldn't move. Then i saw Samantha coming towards me at great speed, she was wearing her usual trademark pleated mini skirt and three inch high heeled shoes. She was stunning and in anticipation i flexed my stomach muscles for the stomping in prospect, sure enough as soon as she approached me she just walked right onto my stomach.
She was so light it was unbelievable, she just stood on me for a while before asking why we were fighting. My friend told her about our macho debate and how i'd lost, she looked down at me and smirked ' well, you can't be that tough if i've got you under my heels ay mate'
'Yeah, well' i replied ' it's not like you got me down is it?'
'True, but it's not like your in a position to argue either is it? This is what i call, checkmate'
Then she started bouncing up and down on my stomach, but to be honest it didn't hurt at all.
'Doesn't that hurt?'
'No'
'well then maybe you should just lick the bottom of my shoe instead' she said as she waved her left foot right over my face. I could smell the leather, she was rubbing the sole of her shoe all over my face. But just to make it look like i wasn't enjoying it i suddenly turned my body to one side forcing her to come crashing down on top of me, she got up and went to stand on me again but i wriggled free and managed to get away laughing crazily as i did.
'Don't worry mip, i'll get you again when you least expect it.'
and retrebution was swift and hard but i'll tell you about that another day, keep the replies coming and i'll see you soon.
From Britains 'soon to be most trampled man without asking for it!'
during my final year at school I got a lot of trample experience especially from those hormoned raged girls, at the moment only one really sticks out. I was walking down one of the corridors with my mate and we were chatting about wrestling ( hey i was only sixteen at the time!) and who was tougher than who, the conversation started to get a bit heated and the debate turned onto who was tougher out of me and him. I knew he was because he weighed about twenty stone, but still, i wasn't going to back down. I pushed him for a joke and we got into a playfight scuffle, at first i seemed to have the upperhand, then all of a sudden he picked me up and just threw me over his shoulder. I landed on my back which really hurt, i lay there for a split second completely stunned.
Previous to this, the corridor had been empty yet as lay there i could hear someone running towards me. As i went to get up i heard a girls voice shout ' hold him down', my mate pinned my arms down with his knees and i couldn't move. Then i saw Samantha coming towards me at great speed, she was wearing her usual trademark pleated mini skirt and three inch high heeled shoes. She was stunning and in anticipation i flexed my stomach muscles for the stomping in prospect, sure enough as soon as she approached me she just walked right onto my stomach.
She was so light it was unbelievable, she just stood on me for a while before asking why we were fighting. My friend told her about our macho debate and how i'd lost, she looked down at me and smirked ' well, you can't be that tough if i've got you under my heels ay mate'
'Yeah, well' i replied ' it's not like you got me down is it?'
'True, but it's not like your in a position to argue either is it? This is what i call, checkmate'
Then she started bouncing up and down on my stomach, but to be honest it didn't hurt at all.
'Doesn't that hurt?'
'No'
'well then maybe you should just lick the bottom of my shoe instead' she said as she waved her left foot right over my face. I could smell the leather, she was rubbing the sole of her shoe all over my face. But just to make it look like i wasn't enjoying it i suddenly turned my body to one side forcing her to come crashing down on top of me, she got up and went to stand on me again but i wriggled free and managed to get away laughing crazily as i did.
'Don't worry mip, i'll get you again when you least expect it.'
and retrebution was swift and hard but i'll tell you about that another day, keep the replies coming and i'll see you soon.
From Britains 'soon to be most trampled man without asking for it!'