Amazons International # 8 ------------------------- Topics: Keith: A story Succubus: Bio Chuck: Amazons / Terminator 2 --------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to another issue of Amazons international! This issue contains an erotic wrestling story by Keith, a biography from Succubus, and a usenet posting by Charles (Chuck) Waterman that he has permitted me to use here. A few words on our format: I've been referring to Amazons International as a mailing list, but it's really more accurate to think of it as an electronic magazine -- a publication with several messages at once, with an editor, and with a slower turn-around time than a mailing list. Too slow at times, I'll be the first to agree. I still have several postings to send out, so the next issue, # 9, is not far away (arm wrestling, gender roles discussion, giant amazons and more bios, to give a hint of what is to come). Keep it coming! I've been reading quite a bit about Terminator 2 on usenet, and I'm looking forward to / longing desperately for it. Is it possible to buy a poster or photographs from the movie, featuring Linda Hamilton? Please send any information you might have. And I'd like to ask the same question about Aliens, referring to the Amazon soldier Vasquez played by Jenette Goldstein. - Thomas --------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 14 Jul 91 20:02:09 PDT From: keithro@microsoft.COM Subject: A story Here's a longish effort I wrote for one of my lovers (the other star of this story) a couple of months ago. I've been meaning to send it to you for a while. I've taken out the second person references, since they're just plain annoying to most people. I've also touched up the intro to explain things a bit better. Best Two Out of Three ===================== Ann and I have been dating for a year and a half now. I was drawn to her first by her friendly nature and her athletic prowess. She's 5'8" and 145 muscular pounds. Her chief athletic activity is cycling and one look at her powerful thighs will convince you that this is a woman capable of pedalling across a continent (which she did last summer). I've always been very open about my fondness for wrestling and sex. To my great joy, Ann has learned to like the combination almost as much as me. Here's a quick recap of one of our recent matches. This was just after she arrived for one of her visits after an absence of a few months: We're standing across from each other on a large soft mat. Ann is wearing a purple crop top and blue running tights. Her breasts stand out firmly and the tights cling to her well-muscled thighs. I'm wearing a white racing back shirt showing the muscles on my shoulders and chest and my red running tights which outline my slowly swelling cock. We've already agreed to the rules. Best two out of three falls, with each fall by pin or submission. Straight wrestling with no hitting or kicking, all holds legal. Winner "owns" the loser for the rest of the evening. We stretch out a bit and look into each others' lust filled eyes. Ann's been at the gym a lot recently and it shows on her arms and calves. But I've been busy with the weights, too. Will it be enough? "Are you ready?", I ask. "Ready to take you apart, lover", she snarls back. We kiss hard and fierce, back up and start to wrestle. Our arms lock onto each others' shoulders and already I feel how much stronger she's become - this should be exciting. We circle briefly and then her leg sweeps mine taking us to the mat. She falls on top and quickly brings her arm around my neck in a headlock. She holds me firmly. I try to swing out from under or lift myself up but she has me controlled. "Come on you wimp, we've hardly started," she says. "If you're this easy to beat, you may as well start eating me now." My face presses into her breast as she continues to pressure the hold. I feel her nipple hardening under my lips. I push my arm up between us and force her to break the hold. We get back on our knees. Already our breath is coming a little faster. We lock up and struggle again, body pressed against body as we look for an advantage. We fall to our sides and in the melee, she catches my waist between her legs. Her ankles lock together, she straightens her legs and starts to squeeze. Frantically, I try to pry her legs apart but then she grabs my arm and twists it back, holding me powerless in her clutches. She chuckles a bit. "I've been studying and practicing a bit since November. Pretty good, eh?". She flexes her legs again. The pressure builds as I watch her quads shine through her tights. Ann releases my arm but before I can do anything, she lock her fingers together under my chin and starts to pull. The chin lock and the body scissors together are too much. "I give", I croak. We fall back onto the mat, breathing hard. She *has* been practicing. I'll just have to try something else. We get back to our knees and start the second fall. Already our arms are lightly slick with sweat. I come up fast and wrap my arms around her powerful torso. I squeeze her against me. I smell her clean fresh sweat and feel our groins rubbing together. I turn and throw her to the mat face first and pounce on her from behind. My arms snake up under hers and lock behind her neck. She struggles to escape but her arms are useless. I push her head down into the mat as I ride on top of her. My cock starts to grow stiff as it slides against her ass. I whisper into her ear, "You have learned a thing or two. For the record, this is a full nelson and its going to make you submit." "No," she spits out from clenched teeth. I push harder. "No". Harder. "Nooo... alright, I give." One fall each, one to go. We lie on the mat, panting. She turns to me and with a glint in her eye, she says, "Want to strip for the last fall? I promise not to attack any obvious targets until after I win." We rip our sweat soaked clothes off and get ready for the last fall. We kneel in front of each other. I watch her hard nipples rise and fall with her breath. Her eyes seemed hypnotized by my hard cock, bobbing slowly in front of her. We slam together a third time. The extra slipperiness of our sweating, naked bodies makes it hard to grab each other. I bend over to grab her leg. We fall to the mat and this time, she snares my head between those powerful thighs of hers. My face is forward and I can already smell the perfume of her hot pussy. I want to dive into it now. I dart my tongue out to see if I can reach. "Ah ah ah. You'll have plenty of time for that later. But first I want to hear you submit." She adjusts her grip a bit and starts to squeeze. I try again to break this hold but she has too much strength and leverage for me to do anything. "You were right about using my legs more, thanks for the tip. They're a lot stronger than I imagined." She jolts more power into the scissors. I thought I could take any amount of pressure in this hold but maybe I was wrong. "Come on, Keith. You know I've got you. All this squeezing is just making me hornier and making your job tonight harder." Once more her legs tighten. The pressure is too much. I slap the mat twice in submission. She releases the scissors and I gasp for air. She says, "OK. Now, I want to hear you say it." I look up from between her thighs, "You win, Ann. I submit to you for the rest of the evening. Now, please may I eat your beautiful pussy?" She lies back. Her magnificent body is spread out before me like some jungle cat. Her hand drifts up to stroke her nipple. With a dreamy smile on her lips, she purrs... "You may." ------------------------------- Date: Mon, 15 Jul 91 15:43:54 CDT From: Succubus Greetings all. I'm not sure I fit the criteria of Amazon, but I look like one. I am 6' tall with long red hair, hazel eyes, very long limbs and fair skin. I am not physically strong because of a genetic disorder (spino-cerebullar degeneration Russy-Levi syndrome). I am a strong-willed sort who enjoys dominating most scenarios. I am especially dominant around other women. Being sexually masochistic may seem incrongruous with being an amazon, but understand my background. I believe it is better to be hurt than to inflict hurt, and my past has left a lot of hurt to be resolved. The only place I am submissive is in bed, but I understand this is not uncommon with a lot of the strong-willed types. It's nice to lay back, be lazy and make someone else do all the work. I am a senior in English Literature at the University of Missouri, Rolla. I am working on a writing minor and write hard fantasy: Tolkienesque with lots of battles and gore thrown into the character development rather than cute fuzzy unicorns and other stuff. I am in the Society for Creative Anachronism. Right now I am an authorized archer, an apprentice water-bearer, and trying to get certified to become an apprentice chiurgeon (first-aider). After my baby is born, I plan to resume fighter training. (I am not pregnant, but trying very hard to become that way.) I am married, to a sweet sensitive guy (I sometimes snidely refer to his attitude as "just another pussy-whipped new-age male," you should pardon the language). I find amazon sexuality is limited, since you either get masochists (please, Mistress, spank me) or sweet sensitive types. Neither is bad, they just weren't what I was looking for. Oedipal types turn up a lot too (are you my mommy?), and are best avoided. Just a brief introduction. Succubus -------------------------- From: v109kjpl@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Charles F Waterman) Date: 17 Jul 91 23:56:25 GMT Subject: Amazons / Terminator 2 I'm new to the news-net, but I find this topic intriguing, so I've hopes this note gets through. I agree with the concept that being an Amazon is a mind-set, or perhaps a lifestyle. In Terminator II, Linda Hamilton portrays a woman who has been forced to become an Amazon against her will by the horror of the reality first that a monster from the future wants to kill her, and then by the horror of the impending destruction of civil- ization. In the film Sarah Connor's son manages to bring back some sense of gentleness and repressed love which she had all but shut out of her life. I found Linda Hamilton's performance riveting, and admired the physical and mental regimen she'd put herself through in preparation for this role (Schwarzenegger himself complemented her on Letterman as really having gotten 'ripped'). However, I hope that any true Amazon can maintain a gentle spirit, and a heart capable of loving others, while developing herself mentally and physically to her greatest capacity. To me, an Amazon is a woman who values, even thrives on challenge of any sort, and the gender, strength, or quality of any who challenge her only serves as a chance for her to set her own qualities and physical strength against a higher goal, never backing down until she finds a zenith which is beyond her. Is that mere fantasy? Or do such women exist? Chuck ----------------------------------------------------------- Amazons International: thomasg@ulrik.uio.no Thomas Gramstad, moderator ----------------------------------------------------------- "A Hard Woman is Good to Find" -- The Valkyries