Author: A Fan Subject: Quick Story- Thursday Night Romp Date: Sat Jan 24 12:24:53 1998
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(bflat I posted a response on the prev page to your question)
Once again... another true story. Copyright by A Fan 1998 Mr Rugman has right to use this story for any means he wishes as a thank you for running the old board.
I just wished he'd have posted my pictures... sigh.
Thursday night my wife was packing to go out of town. It was late and I knew I had to get ready for bed so as not to be a total zombie on Friday.
"Its getting much too late to step on me!" I'd call out to her periodically. She hadn't had an urge to do so but I was feeling rather urged and was hoping to get a light trample before she left town for a few days.
Someone had forwarded her a 'funny email' (are those forwards ever worth while. Do I really need them to forward every single thing they get forwarded? 99% of these have been around on the net since 1980 (same time I first got on the net) geeze... you thought Xerox and fax forwards were annoying anyway.. rant off)
She decided to read it to me while standing on me. She put on her new pair of boot from Dilliards. Black, about ankle high, suede aligator kind of patterning. ANGRY ANGRY bottoms. Step on someones face with that (yum) and you'll be marked for a week (yuck).
She told me to "touch myself" as she stepped lightly around on me and read the email. Everytime she came to something that was funny to a guy and unfunny to a girl she'd get a little rough. I loved it.
She stepped and played and rubbed and kicked and read very well for being so busy. That or she kicked very well for being so busy reading!
She came to end and wanted me finished off (in more ways than one I think back now).
She stood on me with both boots and walked a little in place. Still pretty light but she had fun pressing the toes and heals into my poor chest.
I started to peak a little and told her to walk all over me. She sprang into life.. stepping on my chest then stomach then twisting her heels of her angry soles into my skin as she'd pivot to stamp down on me in a new direction.
I got closer... "Harder!" She doubled up on me again, stomping and crasing all over my body. I could barely breath. I watched as foot would crash into my stomach and sink in so far I couldnt see the tops of her boots.
I should mention we did this in a water bed (some of you are thinking this is a dumb idea.. your right).
"I'm so close! Harder! Hurt me! Be viscious!"
No question about it. She has never been so severe. Ever download those clips John has posted (THANK YOU JOHN!)? Those girls aint got nothin' on my wife.
She jumped up and down. Crashing her boots into every square inch of me. Breathing? Quick gasps when she leaped into the air. Only to have the air crushed out as she landed.
I paused. It wouldnt happen. The crushing was so severe that my body just locked up. I later joked the little guys were afraid to come out to trampled by those evil feet.
She kept crashing down on my body. She's a heavy girl. Newlywed weight they say. I was being beaten severely. She was getting aroused. She kept trying to hurt me harder and harder. Something changed in her. She was no longer the woman afraid of hurting me. Afraid of breaking something. She was getting aroused and wanted to see just how hard she could go.
Her boots where a dark blur. I couldn't tell where they hit, what they hit, it was all just sudden crushing weight pulsating over my body.
My back arched up under her. Imagine the image of me supported by my shouldder and feet and good 8 inches of clearance under my body. She crushing the life out of me without real notice.
Relief!
I sunk into the bed and she slowed her crushing. Stepping smaller and softer. Finally laying down beside me.
My body ached. IT was sort of that after glow. It hurts but you remember the pleasure, you remember the image and its all worth the pain.
Friday rolls around... I'm a little sore but doing okay. Friday afternoon hits... I can almost move. My back is near rigid with pain. She's out of town and I'm near immobile.
Today as I write this I am trying to type without moveing anything more than my fingers and wrists. Explains the typos.
The moral of the story? The water bed wasnt a good idea for a severe trample. I cant wait for her to return on Sunday... then maybe she can get me to a hospital for a body cast!!
A Fan
Hope you liked it. Comments as always are welcome. (even negative ones)