Armwrestling Sabrina By OldDave (OldDave000@aol.com) Armwrestling sessions with a small but strong girl I first met Sabrina when I called an escort number advertised in the local alternative weekly. She called back and I told her I was looking for a girl to put wrestling holds such as scissors on me. “I can do that” she exclaimed with apparent enthusiasm and so we arranged for her to come over and I got much more than I expected. Ever since that night we have wrestled (play not competitive) every week or so. This is a short story of part of one of our recent sessions. (Hope you enjoy this, e-mail me your comments or questions and yes, this is a true account.) Sabrina is a beautiful, young looking, 21-year-old with waist length dark red wavy hair, a glittering smile; a perky, fun-loving person who is very sweet. She is about 5’4” tall and weighs about 105-110 lbs., petite with a nice shape (about 34C) and a firm, but deceptively strong body, having been a gymnast and skater as a teenager. Her arms are slim with about 9” biceps when relaxed but they swell to over 10 ¾” when she pumps them into a flex. It is very sensuous to put your hand around her slim upper arm and then feel her muscle expand and harden, forcing your hand to expand with it. Her forearms are also small, about 81/2” when relaxed but they swell to over 9” when she flexes them. Before we start she always stretches by keeling on the rug, putting her palms flat on the floor with her fingers pointed inward and pushing down. While she does this we talk a various things, including her deceptive strength, until she has finished stretching. Once she is done we lay out on the floor and lock up with our right hands. My forearm is longer so my arm is at an angle while her’s is straight. I started us and began applying full pressure trying to force her arm down but she just held me there, giggling as she did so. She then began applying more pressure and my arm slowly moved downward with me straining as hard as I could until she finally put my arm gently on the on the floor. We then went through the same routine again with the same results, I would start hard but would be unable to mover her arm and inch and then Sabrina, using no more strength than she absolutely needed would push my arm down to the floor. Now I admit that I probably have below average arm strength, but she is really good and clearly had more strength than she showed. We then switched hands and, since I am left-handed and she is right-handed, I should have had a better chance this way and it did appear that I did. I was able to move her arm a little and hold her somewhat longer but the result was the same, two tries, two losses. We then went back to the right hand and Sabrina laid her arm flat on the floor so that we started from her in the down position and me with all the leverage. I then pushed down hard to keep her arm down but was somewhat distracted by the swelling of her small forearm with tiny veins beginning to pop up as she tensed her arm and then bent her wrist upward, forcing my hand back. She then started to pull her arm upward, at the same time working her wrist back and forth to give her leverage. All the while I am leaning my shoulder into it trying, to no avail, to stop her. Once she had us back to vertical she giggled and then began her slow push to but my arm gently on the floor. We did this once or twice more with same results and then stopped to take a rest. As we were resting I commented that she seemed almost gentle in the application of her strength and didn’t seem to use all her power. “That’s true,” she said. “All my life people have been telling me I don’t know my own strength so I take it easy.” Then she added, “ I don’t want to hurt you.” I received this remark with mixed feelings but in the main I was thrilled. Here was this little girl, 6 inches shorter and 60 pounds clearly demonstrating her feelings of physical superiority over me to the extent that she, much smaller and female, was concerned about hurting a larger man I told her not to worry about that but to put all of her strength into our next match and see how quickly she could take me down. “OK, if your sure that’s what you want,” she replied as we locked our right arms up. I said go and started to push as hard as I could. She held me for a couple of seconds and then bang, down went my arm. “You weren’t trying,” Sabrina accused me and, to tell the truth, it had happened so fast I wasn’t sure myself so we locked up again. I concentrated on maintaining full strength and again she held me for a couple of seconds and then quickly pushed my arm down. She still didn’t think I was trying and, while I thought I had I wasn’t sure that I hadn’t relaxed just as she pushed since my arm went down so easily. So we locked up for a third time. I was determined to maintain full pressure throughout and I’m sure I did but it did not change the result, she still took my arm down so quickly it seemed like there was no resistance. If I had not seen pro armwrestlers do the same thing I would still have doubted I was trying full strength but I’m sure I was. The combination of her strength and the pause and then quick snap she applied made it appear that I was not resisting. In reality it was just what it seemed, an impressive show of strength by a small, but very strong, young woman. Later, when we had gone back to wrestling and she had me in what she called the “easy hold,” that is a headscissors, I asked her to apply her full pressure. She had always been able to hold me easily in this hold and make me give after several minutes of increasing pressure, but this was something different. She said, OK” and we agreed she would apply it for five seconds as a test. She then applied a pressure I had never felt from her. I took it for just a few seconds before I began to feel like I was going under, not to mention the pain, and gasped out my surrender. “Good thing we didn’t go for 10 seconds,” she exclaimed with her sweet smile as she released me.