Wrestling with Stephen

Another shot from Elora yesterday


Ever since meeting dakoopst in Montreal for last summer I've had a smouldering fantasy about wrestling with him again.

I was never an athlete, and roughness hasn't been part of my physical vocabulary, nor did it appeal to me sexually until recently. But for some inscrutable reason, I like to be restrained. Part of the fun, of course, is resisting it.

Stephen and I are almost evenly matched. I'm two inches taller, and perhaps slightly stronger. But he is an experienced wrestler and knows the moves, the tricks. It's always enough for him to overpower me, which is what we both want in the end. After struggling long enough, I'm practically helpless and my entire skin is flushed, highly aroused.

This renews my motivation to work out before our next visit. If I do, he will have to do the same, otherwise he is going to be in deep trouble.

In a short while we're off to Toronto so I can show him around the city this weekend. We'll probably stop for a hike at Rattlesnake Point on the way, then hit the Art Gallery of Ontario if we have time. Bear night at O'Grady's is definitely on the agenda.





In the sculpture garden at MacDonald-Stewart Art Centre


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