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I woke up late Wednesday morning, and missed my allotted
time slot in the boudoir of Casa Lesbo. Godzilla was punctual
as usual, and moved right in to occupy her slot. I had the
unfortunate experience of catching a glimpse of the beast
as she entered the exfoliation cave. I gasped aloud, and just
like her wimpy little feline, ran back to my room and hid
under the bed. It was actually a quite comfortable position,
and I enjoyed watching Katie and Matt sideways for a while.
My Yoga training has indeed began to pay off.
When I emerged, I decided that I could no longer continue
to live my life in fear of Godzilla. I had to take measures
to correct this situation. Last night, I took the first step.
(No, not of 12!) I went right out and signed up for boxing
lessons! It's true! I am sure that the power of testosterone
will eventually win, it just needs to be focused.
My first boxing lesson. Again, I felt like the wimpy feline.
This time there were no beds in sight, nowhere to crawl, nowhere
to hide. As my nervousness grew, the sweat began to bead up
and roll down my face. If only I'd remembered to use Dial.
Mr. Butch, our instructor, hadn't even put on the music yet!
(Puh-lease! You didn't think I'd do this without a soundtrack,
did you?) Mr. Butch came around and passed out wraps. Wraps!
He instructed us to wrap them around our fists. My nipples
hardened as flashbacks abounded. I trembled with ecstacy.
Miss Polly next to me said "Don't be nervous! You'll
have a great time." If only she knew....
We then donned our gloves. By the time they got around to
me, all of the white satin elbow lengths were gone. I had
to settle for the red leather padded models. Leather is always
good. They went on as easily as any other accessory. I had
no idea red was my color. I have made a mental note to explore
this further next time I am in Bloomies.
Mr. Butch turned up the tunes. Foreigner. Imagine. People
really do still listen to that! I didn't care....I had my
hands bound and the scent of sweaty leather was making my
head spin. "Jab! Jab! Hook left! Hook Right! Oh my God...He's
comin' right at ya! Pivot! 1-2-3-4-5, Pivot!" I was no
longer trembling with fear, I was trembling with delight!
I was light on my feet and punching fiercely. The beast within
had been unleashed. I felt ready to take on the world. I was
ALIVE!! As I looked around the room, I was amazed. Everyone,
even the skinny little wimpy girls, were punching ferociously.
Praise Jesus, the power of the punch was in us all!
Mr. Butch came around wearing pads, and we each got to take
turns punching him. So many times I have wanted to do this
to the men in my life......and look! I had known Mr. Butch
only minutes and here he was before me, already offering his
body for the beating! For free!! And he had brought his own
equipment! I love Mr. Butch.
I looked him right in the eye and imagined that he was Godzilla.
Red eyes. Razor sharp teeth. Claws and tail. Scales. PMS-activated.
I hooked right. I hooked left. I jabbed Godzilla straight
on. "This one's for the wimpy cat! This one's for having
to see you before noon! This one's for......." The scales
were flying everywhere. Godzilla was going down! "Death
to the beast!" I screamed aloud. Miss Polly and the gang
were chanting...."Go Chiqui, Go! Go, Chiqui go!"
Godzilla fell. She groaned. She blew her last smoke ring.
She was dead. I threw my hands in the air, not unlike Rocky
Balboa, and performed my victory dance.
Mr. Butch was quite impressed with my boxing skills. He wrapped
his arm around my neck. His hot, pulsing, sweat-laden, leather-scented
arm. My nipples again stood at attention. My heart was pounding
even more fiercely. Again I was trembling. "Good job,
dude!" That was it. I had reached orgasm! I wanted to
thank God, my parents, and all the poor people that had contributed
to my success. I wanted to express my hopes for world peace
and Olestra for everyone. But the class had ended, and my
acceptance speech was cut short. I concluded by thanking Mr.
Butch and clutching his glove.
I left the class a better person. I will no longer fear Godzilla
as I have in the past. And one day..........she'll regret
ever having set claw in my turf! In the meantime, I am in
search of a kittie-sling. The only way to improve my boxing
skills is to practice at home, and Mr. Butch is currently
occupied.
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