Going Live This Weekend

So enough is enough. It will be months before I get the website online at this rate so this weekend I'm going to put what is done online and just keep adding a digital bricks to the foundation as time and energy allows.
At this stage it's a step back from the current site as the holds list is incomplete, the RSS feed will be dead and the blog will be unavailable until I transfer the entries over but oh well. Time to leap into the present!
In the meantime, here's a requested pic, Frenchie being all heel and bronco-busting my abs in the corner. Enjoy!

Ring Training

Yesterday I got it into my head I wanted to learn more in the ring.

The insulting comments on a previous blog post got me to thinking about what I did and didn't know about being in the ring. While the douche who wrote the comment remains an arrogant, self-righteous insulting troll, doesn't mean what it said can't serve a purpose. Looking past the blather, there was the fact that I'm sure there's a lot to be learned about being in the ring and after last night, I understand this fact with greater clarity.

I messaged with Sarge (his ring persona) in the day and last night I was in the ring with him. He ran through a lot of things with me, from tying up to escapes to reversals to properly landing bumps. I marveled at how second nature everything was to him. I'd love to have that level of physical knowledge and prowess. I know we only scratched the surface of all there is to know and I am so very grateful to him for sharing as much as he has with me.

The highlights of the night was getting suplexed twice in a row (the second one I didn't land right, heels should NEVER hit the mat first) then monkey flipped. I could have kept going for hours but it was Thursday night and we both had to work today.

He also mentioned he knew of another local wrestling couple who had contacted him and were looking to learn more about wrestling as well. A real possibility for wrestling another couple who both wanted to be there? He showed me a picture of them and the lady looked good. The fellow was in good shape too, the thought of whether Frenchie would like to try wrestling him crossed my mind. She and Frenchie together would make a hot match and the thought flitted through my mind of enjoying a match with her myself. Very exciting prospects, however much just wishful thinking at the moment.

Once I returned home and showered, Frenchie reaped the spoils of a man who felt very much alive, something she was looking for for the past two nights. Lately I've felt very sluggish and uninterested, yet all I did was wrestle in the ring, not even with her, and I was so wired and alive she got a two-rounder pounding which she loved.

The sad part is I know nights like this are the exception rather than the rule, which is really a painful realization for me. I like being active, I like doing something unusual, I like learning new things, I like being able to give my wife what she desires.

So that was that and I'd like to think the future holds promise of more fun but only if I make it happen...

Photoset for a fan

 Back at the beginning of April I received a brief email from a fan asking if we'd be interested in doing a 100 pic photoset for him and at what cost. I asked Frenchie what she thought of this and her response was "Yeah let's do it!" So I responded we would do it and after giving him the price, he inquired about upping the ante to 200 pics. 200? Seemed like a lot but heck yeah we can do it!

So after nailing down some more details, we set about doing the shoot. It took several nights to get the first set of 100 done. The realization of just how many pics it really was dawned on us in this time. If we had had a photographer helping, I suspect it would have been faster but we don't know anyone local who could and would be willing to do it for us. Just getting us on the mats in good energy and time was hard enough, never mind trying to schedule in someone else's time late at night.

We sent those first photos off, he was pleased and we started into the rest. Somewhere in the midst of this he went away on vacation so it was a little while before we heard back again.

While we were waiting to hear from him, we had spent time doing new shots and I realized that we had forgotten to include an important piece of attire! D'Oh! So, we had to start the second set again.

 With our family life being what it is, it took us a while to find the energy and time to get it done. Lucky for us, he was very patient and forgiving for us to get it done as soon as we could.

So as of last night, I finished cropping and resizing the last pics and sent them along in email.

Lessons learned in this:
1) Wrestling with your spouse and getting paid for it is as great as it sounds.
2) 200 photos is a LOT of photos.
3) It takes a LOT of time to process 200 photos, even if it is just a simple crop/resize/save. Having a photographer there to compose every shot perfectly would eliminate this but would also introduce many complications to our activity.
3) We don't have the time and energy to make a business of doing custom shoots of this nature on any kind of regular basis. We could never keep up with any demanding customers nor do we want to. We want to keep our wrestling fun so our business model would be to produce as much as we can when we can and put that up for sale, aside from just doing things as we have for years. That is, sharing a lot of what we do for free because I know how much I would have loved finding a website like ours when I first went looking that said to me and my girlfriend, "Yes, wrestling is fun to do together and you're not alone".

The shots I've sprinkled in this blog are some of the ones we had to put aside for lacking the requested attire so they are just our pics now. There are many more which I am saving for use in the new edition of the Mixed Wrestling Holds Gallery that I'm currently working on. If things go according to plan, it will be launched on June 1st.

Follow Through

So this morning Frenchie thought she'd try to have some fun at my expense. We were sitting on the bed talking about something, I was tired from just waking up, said something that didn't quite make sense and she teased me mercilessly. I said something about teaching her a lesson for mocking me and she replied with something along the lines of "Yeah sure... what are you going to do about?"

Challenge accepted.

Before she knew it I was on top of her and try to get those legs of hers in a grapevine. She's giggling and evading since she knows what I'm trying to do. The struggle lasted maybe a minute until I determined she was being entirely too successful in evading. So legs up to straddle her, throw my weight to the side, lock the ankles behind her back and squeeze. Suddenly her laughing is gone, replaced with that oh-so-sweet sound of *gasp* Ohhhh! You Suuuuuuck! Hahaha!!! Revenge is not just a woman's game my darling!!! I was nice, only squeezed her for a very short time before letting her loose so we could steal some kisses before getting on with the rest of what we had to get done this morning.

Maybe tonight we'll carry it on though we've got a long day for us tomorrow and I'm only taking a brief break here to write a quick blog before getting back to it. But ah... it was a good start to a good day.

Pinned and Squeezed

Two nights ago saw us doing some more bed wrestling. Thong vs thong this time. Once again, she fell prey to a grinding grapevine pin and still held out like a champ. So I decided to switch up and surprise her. I rolled to the side and locked my ankles behind her back, pulling her in tight for a body scissors. Being topless, her nipples just cried out for some tweaking so between some playful tweaking and squeezing that slim waist of hers against my package, I covered both our bellies. As she's apt to do, she asked the obvious "Did you enjoy that?" Why no, tightening my groin around you, hearing you moan and groan, groping your fine breasts, feeling totally in control of you clearly had no effect on me. Haha. Silly sexy girl.

To prove a point, it was moments after I unloaded that she managed to push her elbows into my thighs and force my legs open, then scissored one leg while pushing the other so I was painfully spread eagled. I was glad she left that until I finished since that was decidedly not hot. I think she got a charge out of it though since I had to make up for enjoying myself at her expense with being facesat and ground into the mattress.

This whole erotic wrestling thing is getting better. It's exciting and new and adds a new dimension to our wrestling and time together. Good times. Can't wait for the next.

Mav the Meanie

So everything's quiet in the house last night and we're not tired. *wink wink* But our mats still can't be put down for the stacks of crap in the basement so looks like it's some bed wrestling for us this time. And since it's the bed, let's make it lingerie wrestling.

Frenchie goes for a push up bra and thong panties while she quietly hints that I should wear my blue thong for her. Gotta like a woman who says what she wants.

We spent a good bit of time rolling about, exchanging some scissors, nelsons, and even a sleeper hold. (She said I was very convincing and she particularly liked "waking me up" as she did. That woman's hands know how to handle...)

Anyway, the highlight of the night was when I got her wrestled down to her back and had her in a grapevine pin. Normally I would just hold her there, she'd struggle, I'd taunt her and she'd submit, swearing vengeance. Last night, I decided to go another route. She's struggling a bit and grunting and her pushing her body against mine in the process triggered something. I maneuvered my legs to really hook them in, stretched her arms out above her head more, ground my body down onto hers then started really forcing her legs open. At this stage our bodies are VERY tight together and she's feeling my excitement in the pin. She gasped and kept her eyes shut and the more I ground on her and exerted the stretches, the more she was moaning and the more I was getting turned on. This kept up for at least 10 minutes, where I'd basically torture her for a short time then let off, keeping her pinned and stretched but not exerting force. She'd regain composure and if even a hint of struggle started she was stretched and ground onto again. I was expecting her to cry for mercy many times, her eyes screwed shut and gasps and groans coming from her, but she never did so I kept going. Eventually I had to stop, muscles can only take so much repeated strain. That was the end of anything that resembled wrestling. Afterwards, as we're lying on our backs and resting, I asked her what was going on with her during that pin, why she didn't submit and have it stop. She said she could see and feel how it was driving me crazy and while it was my hard thighs digging into hers when I was exerting myself that was causing her some very real pain, she knew I would only keep it up for a short time so she challenged herself to endure. She also said she found it hot to being so totally dominated for an extended period, since usually we submit pretty quick to keep ourselves going. I was definitely on a sexual physical domination trip and wow was it intense and did I love it! So much so that when I got her in a body scissors shortly thereafter, which would normally get me worked up, it wasn't really doing much for me.

So that was last night. We were both in great moods this morning (wow, what a surprise) so maybe tonight there will be a rematch, though tomorrow is Monday so chances aren't good. And that's OK. After last night, appetites have been well quenched for the short term.

Frenchie's Rematch, The Match That Wasn't Supposed To Happen

So if you've really followed our adventures over the years, you know that Frenchie wrestled another woman once back in 2003. We'll call her C (for Cutie) and her hubby D (for Dude). Back in 2003, I started talking to D online in an IRC chat room and as it turned out, he grew up in the city that Frenchie and I still live in. I asked him a few questions that only someone who has lived here would have a ready answer to and as he did, it was easy to confirm he was for real. So as the conversation went, they were coming into town and did we want to set something up? So we did. The gals suited up (one piece black suits, haaaawt) and had a good roll on the mats in the basement of our rented townhouse. It was very VERY cool to watch (and video tape for repeated viewings). The match was competitive submissions, just to keep wrestling until someone had to give up either by hold or inability to continue. So that was then...

Several months ago, D got back in touch and asked if I still had a copy of our gals wrestling. That Hi8 tape is a treasure of mine so of course I still had it. I created a DVD version for him and sent it off. Then he mentioned that they would be coming into town to visit family at the end of the summer and did we want to meet up again? I'm in such a mood lately to want some excitement and activity in my life I readily agreed. To make it even more interesting, I suggested we could maybe use the super-awesome-fun ring we had had the good fortune to try out thanks to our new pro wrestling friend. So that was several months ago...

The re-match was to happen on August 26th . Anyone who has any kind of life knows how scheduling sucks and so often doesn't work out. Well, after all these years, sure enough, the timing seemed bad for Frenchie. I thought she'd be physically suffering too much to even consider going through with it so I informed C and D that it wasn't going to happen early in the week (26th being the Friday). That was back on Monday the 22nd. But on Thursday, Frenchie informed me she'd be ready to go! And so it was that the match that wasn't going to be came to be.

It was a good night for watching some ladies wrestling, like there's ever really a bad night for that. Try as best she could, Frenchie could not overcome the greater strength (and experience, though I think she doesn't count it for much) of C. Even starting with Frenchie on top ended up with Frenchie getting squeezed into submission. I'll admit, a very guilty pleasure at watching Frenchie struggle in the clutches of a superior wrestler. She gave it her best and had fun with it. Frenchie got to enjoy a moment of the same as he and I climbed in the ring so I could suffer a defeat against his 10+ years of MMA/submission fighting training.

If only there were more ladies around here to see Frenchie go up against... there's a few hot moms I know who would make for good matches... Hmmmmm...