I have always been a legman, but my interest in wrestling started when I was about 15 years old. After watching the magnificent thighs of Kevin von Erich crushing the life out of his opponent in a television wrestling match, my interest in legs became an obsession.
Try as I may I could not stop thinking about Kevin's thighs, and every time I noticed a hit with muscular legs my imagination went wild with the thought of them gripping and flexing and squeezing me to submission.
At first I doubted their strength and I started scanning martial art and old wrestling articles and magazines for pictures of guys locked in scissors, and I soon discoverd that the hold had been banned from amateur wrestling because it was considered to be too dangerous.
Not even the risk of injury could not dampen my fascination with the muscle and motion and breathtaking result of the infamous scissors hold. I started looking for any opportunity to get locked in somebody's thighs, and when it eventually happened I discovered that I had a very high submission threshold when caught in a scissors. I also found that my own combination of skill and strength made my legs a tortuous vice, with little if any hoor for escape once I trapped anybody in my powerful thighs.
My thighs is weapon I can always count on in a tight spot, and whenever I got caught in one myself, I would almost always manage to hold up under the pressure, holding on for long enough to make the most of the bulging muscles at my side.
I can never get enough of watching muscles move and grow as we struggle for a hold, and seeing a guy's quads rip to shreds in the power of a vice grip flex is enough to get me hard and become a beast of passion.
When I started in the military I joined the wrestling club as PI coach, and while I didn't get much action on the mats I learned a lot by watching the guys train. I suppose that makes me a knowledgeable novice with some specialist skills that I love to use whenever the opportunity arise.
Hit me up to get together, or catch me in the chat for a hard and sweaty cyber match.
wrapme (0)
07/10/2010 09:38I have always been a legman, but my interest in wrestling started when I was about 15 years old. After watching the magnificent thighs of Kevin von Erich crushing the life out of his opponent in a television wrestling match, my interest in legs became an obsession.
Try as I may I could not stop thinking about Kevin's thighs, and every time I noticed a hit with muscular legs my imagination went wild with the thought of them gripping and flexing and squeezing me to submission.
At first I doubted their strength and I started scanning martial art and old wrestling articles and magazines for pictures of guys locked in scissors, and I soon discoverd that the hold had been banned from amateur wrestling because it was considered to be too dangerous.
Not even the risk of injury could not dampen my fascination with the muscle and motion and breathtaking result of the infamous scissors hold. I started looking for any opportunity to get locked in somebody's thighs, and when it eventually happened I discovered that I had a very high submission threshold when caught in a scissors. I also found that my own combination of skill and strength made my legs a tortuous vice, with little if any hoor for escape once I trapped anybody in my powerful thighs.
My thighs is weapon I can always count on in a tight spot, and whenever I got caught in one myself, I would almost always manage to hold up under the pressure, holding on for long enough to make the most of the bulging muscles at my side.
I can never get enough of watching muscles move and grow as we struggle for a hold, and seeing a guy's quads rip to shreds in the power of a vice grip flex is enough to get me hard and become a beast of passion.
When I started in the military I joined the wrestling club as PI coach, and while I didn't get much action on the mats I learned a lot by watching the guys train. I suppose that makes me a knowledgeable novice with some specialist skills that I love to use whenever the opportunity arise.
Hit me up to get together, or catch me in the chat for a hard and sweaty cyber match.