One Night Changed Everything
By SG   e-mail comments to  sggs4224@yahoo.com 
I was beaten up by my date and everything changed for me.


Ever since I can remember, I was always attracted to larger females as I am
sure many men are as well. Those women who exhibited wide shoulders, large
upper arms, forearms and shapely, muscular legs always caught my attention.

I had gone out with girls who were quite "normal-sized" since high school.
During the course of dating, I occasionally play wrestled with a few of them
and, basically overpowered them after a few moments. This was the norm and I
never thought that any other outcome could occur as girls simply could not
compete with boys in strength events. This was how I was brought up to believe
and nothing occurred in my social life to change my mindset. My dating
experiences were fun but nothing out of the ordinary.

About five years ago during the summer before my senior year in college, my
beliefs on gender strength superiority were shot to pieces.

I was vacationing with one of my college friends in the Hamptons. We rented
out a bungalow for two weeks. The routine was typical. We went to the beach
and tried to pick up girls during the day and in night clubs or bars at night,
either separately or together. We hoped to use our bungalow for some late
night fun.

On the third day of the first week, I went to the beach as usual. It was a
real hot day and the beach was more crowed than it had been during the
previous two days. My friend and I grabbed some valuable space and placed a
blanket down. While my friend went for a dip in the water, I was scanning the
population in all directions. My eye caught sight of a girl who fit my
long-standing ideal. She appeared to be about my height, but probably
outweighed me by 40 to 50 pounds or so. She had what I desired for so long,
large firm arms and legs. She was not fat, simply large in all respects. And
best of all, she had beautiful facial features and black hair. I did not want
to let this opportunity pass me by and walked over to her. She was with two
other girls and I struck up a conversation.

My friend joined me as we continued to hang out together. Her name was
Jennifer and she and I went into the water together and we apparently were
hitting it off. It was weird as I walked with her and felt "small" in terms of
physicality. But, I just shrugged this off as simply an erotic feeling rather
than reality. In no way did I feel physically inferior to Jennifer.
Nevertheless, my secret desire was being fulfilled as she agreed to go out
with me that night. We planned to meet at a bar about a mile from my bungalow.

That evening, it was still pretty hot and humid. As I approached the bar, I
spotted Jennifer walking towards me from the other direction. What an awesome
sight to behold. She was wearing a sundress with black high heeled sandals. My
heart was racing. We walked in together and again I had a funny feeling as
this was the first time I was with a girl who was bigger and taller (with the
effect of her heels) than I was. I was enjoying these new feelings.

There was a band playing in the bar as we sat alone in a corner booth, talking
and drinking the night away. Finally, it was many hours later as the place was
letting out and few patrons were left. Jennifer and I walked out together
holding hands and we were heading to my bungalow.

Then all that was good and orderly went to hell. We were discussing something
and I just cannot remember about what, but Jennifer found the topic insulting.
She got testy and instead of backing off and apologizing, I stupidly kept up
the argument. I have never seen a girl getting so upset and as she finally
appeared so mad that she appeared to be ready to fight me in order to win her
point of view. Again, my naivety prevented me from stopping the continuing
argument. I remember pushing her shoulder slightly as she started to swear at
me. She then flipped out.

She lunged at me and grabbed me in a headlock which soon became a choke- hold
as she moved behind me. I was in total shock as she was dead-serious in her
actions. She was squeezing me extremely hard and I was finding it difficult to
breathe. I tried to pry her arms apart, but could not do so. She began to
increase the pressure at which point I came to the dreadful realization that
she was too strong for me to defend myself against and she was not stopping
her attack. I was now in panic mode. I was swinging my arms trying to hit her,
but could not connect with any force at all. I grabbed her hair and began to
pull and she responded by further increasing her choking pressure. At that
point, I could not gather enough breath to plead with her to let me go and I
went limp on purpose, hoping this would prompt her to release her hold.

It seemed to work as she allowed me to drop to the ground, although she
maintained her hold on me. She then allowed me to fall completely flat on my
back. She wasn't finished as she then jumped on top and straddled me. She
grabbed my wrists and held my arms flat on the ground. She began to belittle
me by taunting my manhood and I responded (stupidly) by kicking her back with
my knee which was free. The very last thing I remember is her moving my right
wrist over my head as she grabbed it with her other hand. She was now holding
both my wrists in her left hand as she began to hit me in the face with a
closed fist. I lacked the strength to break free of her grip.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I gathered my senses, I felt pain
all over my head and face as well as my sides. She had beaten me up until I
passed out and continued her onslaught by kicking me in the ribs as marks from
her shoes were all over my sides. Jennifer was (thankfully) gone as I laid
there alone.

I was involved in a couple of fights with guys while growing up and was never
beaten up to this extent. Jennifer simply brutalized me. I finally got myself
up and staggered to my bungalow. I opened the door and walked to the bathroom.
When I opened the light and looked at my mirror image, I was aghast at what
she did to me. My eyes were blackened, one was almost closed. My cheeks and
lips were busted and bloodied. I felt so ashamed of myself that I could allow
anyone to inflict such damage to me without even putting up a fight,
especially against a "weak" girl.

The next morning when my fried woke up and saw me, I told him that I was
jumped and robbed by a couple of guys after I walked Jennifer to her place. (I
never even knew where she was staying, nor did I ever see or hear from her
again).

Never again do I even venture the thought that men are always the physically
superior sex. This may be true most of the time, but there are more than just
a few exceptions. I no longer have the desire to be with a big girl any
longer. Sometimes I think about my experience and I do have erotic feelings
about it, but I definitely do not want to be in that position again. I prefer
to be the physically dominant partner in any future relationship that I may
have, even though there is no guaranty that that will always be the case.

I welcome any comments. E-mail me at: sggs4224@yahoo.com