Are You Scared Yet? 

[The attached story is a fantasy.  That is to say it is one of my fantasies. 
If this isn't your fantasy that is fine.  DON'T write and tell me why you 
didn't like the fantasy or the situation.  They are what excites me and I 
don't expect them to impact you the same way.  DO write and tell me where the 
writing sucks, or where you would have done something differently to improve 
the story.  If you like stories of women far stronger and more skilled than 
the men they meet, you may find some enjoyment in these stories.  Many of 
these stories are extremely violent, explicit, and graphic in nature.  You 
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"What?  Are you getting scared?" the beautiful girl asked.  Her arm on the 
counter in a classic arm wrestling position. 

"No," Greg replied a big smile forming on his handsome face.  "Well, maybe a 
little at the crowd that is gathering.  You really want to go through with 
this?" 

"Definitely.  And don't worry," Sheila replied.  "This will be over too 
quickly for the crowd to get too big."  A large smile flashed on her face as 
she flexed her arm, showing impressive musculature on her bicep and forearm.  

"Oh -okay," Greg laughed, rolled up his sleeve and put his own arm on the 
counter.  Again, Greg was struck by her beauty and confidence.  Sheila was 
only about 5'3" tall and weighed probably 120 pounds or so.  Long, brown hair 
framed a beautiful face with wide, deep brown eyes.  Her smile was hypnotic 
and caught the eye of most of the men in the room when it flashed.  If they 
could take their eyes off her body that is.  Her body was incredibly built 
with well formed and incredibly toned muscles.  Not hugely muscled in the 
upper body but quite noticeable and with definition beyond belief.  She was 
wearing a tight, sleeveless top that accentuated the definition in her 
shoulders and displayed her tight biceps and triceps as they bulged with even 
the simplest of movements.  Her chest was prominent if not downright huge.  
The tightness and definition of her pecs made her breasts stand proud against 
the tight material, even with no support.  Support was not necessary as the 
layers of muscle were more than enough to keep her chest riding high, nipples 
pressing emphatically against the tight material.  The top hugged her stomach 
and ripples of muscle were evident through the material. 

Her legs were even more impressive.  A short skirt cut across at mid thigh 
revealing well formed and hugely, muscular legs.  Her thighs almost appeared 
too big for the rest of her body, but were so tantalizing that no one really 
noticed.  Or cared.  They bulged and tensed as she moved, the muscles 
protruding and veins starting to appear in the dense muscles.  Her calves were 
hard and well cut and she seemed to go out of her way to find reasons to stand 
on her toes.  Just to see the reactions of the men at the party. 

Greg was new in the area and had come to the party at the invitation of a 
coworker.  He didn't know anyone but his friend and felt a little out of place 
as everyone else appeared to be close.  He wandered around and started a few 
brief conversations.  His good looks and decently muscled physique attracting 
its share of its own attention from the women at the gathering.  He was 
immediately struck by Sheila and looked for an opening to talk with the 
muscular beauty.  He always had an attraction for strong and confident women. 

And watching Sheila he could see she was both in extremis.  

She appeared to be with someone - a big man named Chuck.  Greg sighed and 
rejoined his friend.  Too good to be true he thought as he got himself a soda.  
To his surprise a little later Sheila came over to him and struck up a 
conversation.  She actually complimented him on his muscular body and he 
replied truthfully that it was nothing compared to her own amazing body.  She 
blushed.  Greg was in love.  

A discussion of working out and nutrition led to playful banter and teasing. 

And deeper discussions of science and work.  Sports.  Even religion.  The 
conversation was light and easy.  Greg wasn't sure but he thought he felt an 
attraction between them.  He was definitely attracted to her.  Strong, 
confident, and intelligent.  With a sense of fun and playfulness.  What wasn't 
to like. He glanced over at Chuck.  "Don't worry," she said seeing his glance.  
"He's just a friend.  Just someone that drove me to the party."  The look on 
Chuck's face made it clear that he felt it was more than that.  But Greg 
didn't let it stop him from talking to the lovely woman.  She was captivating.  
As personable and fun as she was gorgeous and strong.  With a confident and 
straight forward manner that enthralled him. 

The man didn't even remember which comment led to the challenge to arm 
wrestle.  But she was plainly serious about it and Greg was excited by the 
chance to feel her muscles in action.  So he agreed.  Making a big production 
of rolling up his sleeve and flexing his own bicep.  His height and weight 
advantage left him no doubt he would win easily, but it would be exciting to 
see her exert that body. 

Sheila licked her lips in appreciation of the man's body.  The move caused an 
erection to press hard against Greg's pants.  God, she was sexy!  "Ready to 
get you butt kicked?" she asked playfully.  

"Anytime you are," Greg replied.  He gripped her hand and watched as her 
forearm bulged impressively. Veins starting to appear.  His near 9 inch height 
differential over her gave him a significant leverage advantage and he tried 
to scoot back to make it a little more even.  But he still towered over her as 
she counted down in a slow sexy voice. 

"Ready, go!" she breathed.  Her bicep ballooned as she held off the man's 
first moves.  "You better do more than that, or you're in trouble," she 
laughed. The smile still evident on her face.  

Greg was impressed.  He slowly increased the pressure of his grip and the 
force he used to push.  As he neared his upper strength limit he slowly went 
to astounded.  She was even stronger than she looked!  If that was possible!  
He grimaced and let out a big effort.  Her arm moved only a few inches until 
she caught it and forced it back to even.  The smile eventually left her face 
and was replaced by a look of complete concentration and effort.  Nearly as 
beautiful as the smile previously there Greg thought as he forced himself to 
look away so he could concentrate on the surprisingly difficult contest.  His 
erection grew as he became aroused at the thought that he might actually lose.  

The battle raged on for a few minutes.  Both combatants faces grew red in 
effort.  Their arms started to shake with effort.  Greg broke out in a sweat 
and he was unable to hide how big of an effort he was expending in front of 
the growing crowd.  They occasionally talked and taunted each other.  The 
contest at the same time playful and serious.  He watched the muscles in her 
arm bulge and the veins swell in her bicep and forearm.  So engaged by the 
sight he almost didn't notice his arm start to go down.  Coming back to 
himself as he heard the crowd encourage her he grunted and forced back to 
even.  He began to grow tired and his arm was getting sore.  Shifting forward 
he powered his arm with everything he had left.  His hand was white from the 
pressure of the grip.  He was starting to pant and he knew if this last effort 
failed he was through. 

Slowly at first, her arm started to waver and go down.  Her face contorted and 
she tried to counter his attack.  Greg grunted loudly and her arm hit the 
counter.  They both expelled breath loudly and caught their wind for a moment.  
She congratulated him and Greg pulled her to him and hugged her hard, telling 
her how strong she was. 

"Not strong enough," she mused.  

They went their separate ways and he lost track of her for the next hour or 
so.  He took the good-natured teasing from the rest of the party about almost 
losing to a girl so much smaller than him.  He accepted the teasing 
gracefully, since they were right about how close he was to losing.  Greg 
spotted her a while later and watched as Sheila and Chuck had an animated 
discussion.  Which ended with Chuck leaving in a huff.  Greg noticed his 
erection still pressed against his slacks as he watched the woman scan the 
crowd. 

Catching her eye he shook out his hand and wiped the imaginary sweat from his 
brow.  She laughed and came over to him. 

"What happened to Chuck?" Greg asked. 

"He was mad, because I always beat him arm wrestling.."  She laughed long and 
hard at her joke.  "No actually I just explained to him we were just friends 
and he got all bent.  He's a jerk, don't worry about him.  Where were we?" She 
looked up at the man a hint of hunger in her eyes. 

They picked up their conversation and appeared completely at ease and natural 
with each other.  At one point Greg related his excitement at feeling her 
strength during the contest.  "I thought I was going to lose there for a 
minute," he confided. 

"I thought I had you too.  I could see it in your eyes.  You were about done. 
But I've got to hand it to you, you're pretty strong.  And you didn't let me 
win." 

"LET you win!" Greg laughed.  "No way.  Your strength is arousing as hell, but 
I'd never give it less than everything I had." 

Sheila's face lit up and she eyed Greg critically.  "I believe you.  You'd be 
surprised how many guys want me to win so much they hardly even try.  They see 
my muscles and want me to dominate them or something." 

"I'm not into domination or anything.  But your strength is very arousing. The 
thought of you winning as I try as hard as I can to stop you excites me 
terribly.  I never realized how much of a turn-on a strong woman like you is.  
Although, maybe it's just how incredibly sexy YOU are."  Greg blushed.  "I'm 
sorry. That was out of line." 

"Not at all," Sheila replied her own blush fading.  "I was hoping you'd feel 
that way.  Because if you want, I'd like to have another chance." 

"Another arm wrestle?" 

"No," Sheila replied.  "I want to show you how strong the rest of me is.  
Compared to my legs and stomach my arms are terribly weak.  Little gurly 
ahms," she mimicked in an impression of a heavy Austrian accent as she gripped 
her bicep with her other hand.. 

Greg laughed even as he contemplated the thought that she might be telling the 
truth.  The thought excited him beyond belief.  "What do you have in mind?" 

"Do you wrestle?" 

"Not really," he replied, his arousal at the thought of getting to wrestle 
with this beautiful lady pounding.  "But I'd be willing to give it a go." 

"Great.  But if we are that evenly matched in arm strength my legs will crush 
you.  And I know a LOT about wrestling," she said drawing a finger across 
Greg's face.  "Frankly, you don't stand a chance, but I promise not to hurt 
you too bad."  She smiled at the man's expression.  "Are you scared yet?" 

"Nope.  Just excited." 

Good," she replied and added with a laugh.  "If you were smart, you'd be 
scared." 

Greg said bye to his friend and left with Sheila.  He drove to her place as 
she directed him.  During the drive she related over and over what she was 
going to do to him.  But did it in a way that showed she was just being 
playful and wasn't out to hurt anyone.  Greg was excited and tried to tease 
back but he wasn't as good at it as she was. 

They arrived at her place, a tastefully decorated condo.  Greg was impressed 
and told her so.  She didn't say anything and led him to a basement.  In one 
corner was a home gym.  A stationary bike and stepper next to that.  The floor 
was covered with mats and a large mirror dominated one wall.  As Sheila went 
to change Greg stripped down to his underwear and stretched, looking at his 
own 5'11" 185 pound body in the mirror.  He noticed how high some of the 
weights were set at as he looked them over.  

His breath drew in as Sheila walked back in.  Wow! he mouthed.  She had on a 
bright purple workout outfit that cut across her shoulders and covered -barely 
- her firm and extremely large breasts.  Her tanned and lusciously muscular 
body on full display.  It had straps down the back going to a thong bottom.  
It was bare on her waist and stomach revealing the etched muscles in her 
abdomen.  Her legs thundered with each stride as she looked Greg up and down 
and smiled at his reaction.  For a second he actually was worried about what 
she could do to him.  He wondered how it was possible that someone her size 
and with her great beauty could be so intimidating at the same time.  She just 
seemed to exude confidence and power as she smiled at Greg, hands on her hips.  
Her hair was held back in a ponytail and she was so incredibly gorgeous it 
hurt his eyes to stare at her.  At the same time he was unable to look away. 

"Are you scared yet?" she asked in a low, sexy voice, holding her left leg out 
and flexing it.  The muscles leapt out obscenely.  

"Just can't wait to get my hands on you," Greg replied truthfully.  His 
erection back full force.  

"You ever leg wrestle?"  Seeing his puzzled expression she explained. Getting 
down on the mat she lifted her leg.  Put your leg on that side and try to push 
my leg over.  Greg complied and got on the other side.  He positioned himself 
and lifted his own leg.  She said go and almost instantly Greg was pushed over 
so forcefully he rolled several times.  Sheila giggled.  "Okay, I'll give you 
the benefit of the doubt that you just never did that before.  One more try?" 

Greg agreed and steeled himself to do better.  This time she let him say go 
and he exerted his leg as hard as he could right from the start.  She held him 
there momentarily.  As he felt a little better about his improved performance 
this time, he heard her laugh low.  "Hey," Greg began and suddenly he was 
again flung across the mat. 

"I'm sorry," she laughed.  "That wasn't nice.  But you were just so cute 
struggling like that." 

"You were toying with me.  Man are those legs strong." 

"Are you scared yet?" she asked again stepping in close and rubbed her hands 
across the man's chest.  Her touch was wonderful on him as he reached for her.  
She playfully pushed him away.  "Come and get it," she taunted.  "You have a 
strategy?" 

"Just to stay away from those legs," Greg replied as he circled her, twisting 
a little to loosen up.  

"Good strategy," she laughed.  "Not that it will do you any good."  Suddenly 
she darted forward and knocked his arms aside as they reached for her. Getting 
under him she wrapped her arms around him and lifted him off the ground and 
threw him to the mat.  Going down with him she quickly wrapped her legs around 
his midsection and held him to the mat.  "Ten seconds in and your strategy is 
already out the window." She laughed as she squeezed slightly. 

The air whooshed out of Greg as he felt her squeeze.  His hands felt her 
thighs as she squeezed.  He tossed and turned but could feel he had no chance 
to escape.  He reached for her ankles to pry her legs apart but they were out 
of his reach as she twisted around.  He felt and pounded lightly on her thighs 
as he struggled. 

"That feels good" she replied and tightened her grip.  "I'll give you another 
minute or two to try and get away before I start to squeeze.  

Greg wondered what she was doing now if she wasn't squeezing yet.  He doubled 
his efforts and thrashed wildly and almost managed to get away.  But she held 
him tightly and suddenly the pressure on his stomach quadrupled and he let out 
a cry as the air left him.  Frantically he waved his arms in surrender. 

She quickly released him.  "I'm sorry.  I hadn't really started yet.  I didn't 
hurt you did I?" 

"No," he assured her.  He rubbed his side and contemplated her remark.  "You 
mean there's more than that?" 

"Much more," she smiled.  "I can show you a few wrestling moves before we 
continue if you want." 

"No, that's okay.  Just give me a minute and we'll go again."  He stood and 
walked it off for a few minutes.  Then he came back over to her, admiring her 
incredible body as he approached.  This time he made the initial move and 
tried to get behind her and force her down.  She twisted around nimbly and 
kicked out his leg forcing him to his knees.  She rode him but he scrambled 
away and kicked her aside. 

"Not bad," she said as she walked around.  This time she flashed in straight 
at him.  Greg met her approach and again was amazed at the strength in her 
arms and back as she pushed him back.  He tried to use his leverage to push 
her head down but she continued to force him backwards.  Greg tried to trip 
her legs out but she was too well positioned and he lost his balance falling 
back with Sheila landing on top of him.  His head bounced off the mat and he 
was momentarily dazed.  

Sheila scooted up and held his legs with her own.  She wrapped her arms behind 
his head and pulled it up to her chest.  She leaned her weight down and pushed 
him firmly to the mat.  At first Greg just relished the feel of her awesome 
body against him.  Her firm chest pressing against his face.  The nipples 
digging into his cheeks.  Her hard stomach against his chest rising and 
falling with her breath.  Hers legs holding his body to the floor.  Then he 
realized his predicament and struggled with everything he had.  He bucked his 
hips wildly.  He planted his legs and pushed up hard.  He clawed at her 
shoulders with his hands trying to push her away.  But she clung to him 
relentlessly.  Her chest pushed even harder into him and he soon found it hard 
to breathe.  After several minutes of ineffectual struggling he waved his arms 
in defeat.  Again she quickly got up and helped him to his feet. 

Greg was starting to sweat and was badly winded.  Sheila on the other hand 
looked completely fresh and even her hair still seemed to be in place.  "You 
sure you want to go again?" she asked. 

"I want to go all night," Greg replied.  "Feeling your strength like that is 
so arousing.  As long as you keep your promise not to hurt me too badly I will 
go as long as you want." 

"Deal," she laughed and again came at him. 

She pinned and made him give up a few more times but it became more difficult 
as he became more aggressive and used his size advantage a little better.  She 
was still never in any real trouble and he was constantly on the defensive, 
but she was having to work a little harder to control him.  After a long 
struggle she had managed to snake on top of him, her legs held his in a 
grapevine.  Her arms holding his down by the wrist.  He struggled valiantly 
for many minutes and she watched his face grow red and the sweat pour down his 
body.  He kicked his legs but she easily countered his moves there.  Leaning 
forward she pushed his arms to the mat.  Slowly she began to count. 

"One, two." 

With a huge effort that surprised her he forced her right arm up and almost 
rolled her over.  She pushed him back down and he again forced her up.  His 
breath flew out then and his struggles stopped.  "Keep going!" she yelled and 
he tried a few pushes but he was spent.  "One , two,..."  she counted out to 
ten and he was still firmly against the mat.  He smiled in appreciation.  She 
widened his legs apart with her own and he cried a little in pain.  "Who's 
stronger?" she asked roughly. 

"Oww.  Stop.  You win!" he panted.  

She released here hold and leaned down and kissed him long on the mouth.  Her 
tongue exploring his mouth frantically.  Sitting up she looked him in the eye.  
"I know I win, what I asked is who's stronger." 

He pushed her over to her back with a big effort and scooted up so his weight 
was on her chest and his arms held her biceps.  "We're still working on that," 
he snorted. 

She laughed and struggled against his hold.  He was situated well and she had 
to give him credit.  A better move than she thought he was capable of.  Her 
legs couldn't reach him and she had no leverage against his weight.  She 
summoned all her strength and lifted him slightly but he managed to get her 
back down. 

Greg could feel the muscles in her arms bulge and he was fighting with all he 
had to keep her pinned.  Her determination and aggressiveness was as 
impressive as her strength.  He wasn't sure he could hold her.  Her muscles 
bulging against him felt so amazing. He pushed down with everything he had and 
his breath grew short from the effort.  She continued trying to throw him off 
but he was too well situated.  Just as Greg was sure he was going to lose his 
grip she reluctantly gave in.   He made her repeat her submission several 
times pretending he didn't hear her.  Then got up with a laugh and helped her 
to her feet.  

"Sorry about that, I just didn't think I'd ever make you say that."  

"S'okay," she replied.  "But now you opened yourself a whole big can of whup 
ass.  You got me riled!" 

Oh yeah?" Greg replied.  "And what's a little girl like you going to do?"  He 
laughed as she made a face and jumped at him.  

They struggled hard for the next half hour or so.  Greg managed a few decent 
moves and was able to hold her down when his leverage and upper body strength 
got him an advantage, but usually he was struggling beneath her and was being 
forced to give up.  At his count it was 8 submissions to 3 in her favor and he 
was starting to get really tired.  

Sheila was sweating heavily but had plenty of energy to spare.  She stepped in 
to Greg and threw him over her shoulder to the mat.  He landed with a thump 
and she held him down in a reverse headlock until he gave in.  He stood, 
breathing hard and hugged her tightly.  She returned the hug almost to the 
point of being painful on his body.  Still feeling playful he tripped her down 
and they rolled for many minutes.  As Greg finally got on top he placed the 
center of his weight on her chest and held her tightly.  He endured her 
struggles again amazed at her strength and determination.  Finally she sighed 
loudly and gave in. 

He helped her up again.  "Seems I can only win when I surprise you like that." 

"You're doing well.  I expected to really mop the floor with you.  But you're 
holding your own.  And I love how hard you struggle to win.  Makes it really 
fun." 

"It is fun," he replied.  "Amazing how good you are.  I'm so much larger than 
you." 

"But I'm stronger," she replied with a grin.  "You have a good feel for a few 
holds.  And have shown me some areas I need to work on so I can so I can kick 
your butt with one hand tied behind my back next time!"  She laughed.  "But 
I've really had to struggle.  You're strong.  And have a great body," she 
added eyeing him intently. 

"Aww thanks," he answered somewhat bashfully.  Next time? he thought to 
himself hopefully. 

"You don't believe me?" 

"It's not that.  Just kind of weird to have a compliment like that from 
someone with a body ten times better than mine - at least." 

"You shouldn't feel like that," she replied quickly.  "You should be proud of 
what you have." 

"Oh, I am," Greg circled in front and held her shoulders.  "I must have said 
it wrong.  I'm not putting myself down.  I am proud of what I have.  Just 
trying to compliment you on how incredible you are.  Your strength is amazing.  
Really turns me on to feel it" 

"Is that so?"  She stepped back.  "Well then get ready to get really turned 
on," she said as she stepped back in and they locked arms.  She quickly pushed 
him down and pulled him close.  Getting her arms around his midsection, she 
lifted him up, his legs over her head.  He waved his legs and clawed at her 
with his hands.  But he was helpless to move and her strong arms crushed in on 
his ribs.  Her arms wrapped around his waist and stomach.  She maneuvered him 
so his head went between her thighs and she began to squeeze.  Crouching down 
for a better angle she really poured on the pressure with her arms and legs.  

Almost instantly Greg began yelling and waving his arms.  "Stop, stop!!" he 
yelled.  

Laughing, she fell back and released his midsection with her arms.  She landed 
on the mat on her butt with Greg's head still between her legs.  He rolled 
over and looked up at her from between her legs.  Breathing hard he shook his 
head.  "My god, Sheila.  I saw stars!" 

I'm sorry," she replied a slight laugh still bubbling from her.  "I don't know 
my own strength sometimes.  I'd never want to hurt you." 

"I know," Greg answered.  His hands started to feel along her massive thighs 
and up to her midsection. 

"What are you doing?" she asked a huge smile on her face.  His touch felt good 
on her skin. 

"Well, you can stop me if you want," he smiled back.  His hands traveling up 
and down her body.  His lips kissing the insides of her muscular legs lightly. 

"That's right.  I can." 

Greg chuckled as she made no move to stop him and he kept feeling her body.  
Her stomach was fantastic.  He couldn't believe how hard and defined it was. 

He traced each ridge of muscle as she held it tight for him.  Experimentally 
he pushed his fingers into the muscles.  He wasn't even able to dent the 
surface.  Shifting up he wrapped his hands around her sides and squeezed 
slowly until he was using all of the strength in his hands.  His knuckles 
turned white and his arms shook.  But she gave no sign that it hurt and smiled 
as if it was pleasurable.  "My God is that hard." Greg grunted.  "Are you 
bulletproof?" he laughed as he squeezed until his hands gave out. 

"Not quite," she laughed back.  "But I'm working on it."  She wrapped her legs 
around his torso and held him close.  "Now who's stronger?" 

He grunted and tried to squirm loose for a few minutes.  He hit her thighs 
lightly with his fists. 

"Go ahead, pound away.  You can't hurt my legs," Sheila said. 

Using all the leverage he could muster in that position Greg pounded her 
thighs with his fists.  Trying to knock her legs loose.  His hands bounced off 
with no effect and she urged him on.  She squeezed him even more tightly 
forcing the breath from him again.  Over and over she kept asking "Who's 
stronger?" 

Finally he was in pain and unable to control his growing lust.  "You are 
stronger," he blurted out.  "And it turns me on so bad I can't stand it." 

She released him.  "That's all I wanted to hear."  Sitting up quickly she 
scooped up the bigger mans body in her arms and carried him up the stairs.  
All the way to the upstairs bedroom she carried him with ease.  He felt her 
arms and chest as she held him.  Placing him on the bed she removed his 
underwear and stepped back and removed her clothes.  Her breasts stood erect 
and proud as she lowered her body onto his.  She crawled up and began to kiss 
him warmly.  He returned the kiss as he felt her body in a frenzy. 

She straddled him and rubbed her hard muscles against the man's erection.  
Greg shuddered feeling the contrast of her soft skin and hard muscles.  She 
took his manhood in her hand and rubbed it against her defined stomach.  Even 
in his state her muscles far harder than his arousal.  She crawled up and 
began kissing him again.  

She controlled the lovemaking as easily as she controlled the wrestling.  But 
in a calm, loving manner that only excited the man.  She rubbed her body all 
over him.  Flexing her arm for him as she straddled his body.  He felt the 
bicep appreciatively and ground his hips against her.  After teasing his body 
for what appeared to him to be an eternity she finally leaned back and mounted 
him. He moaned in delight as they coupled.  She pumped long and hard and rode 
his body.  He wasn't sure how but she kept him going for much longer than he 
felt he was normally capable of.  Finally they achieved a long, shuddering 
climax together.  Greg could never remember a release so powerful and he 
articulated his pleasure loudly.  

As she lay on top of him lightly fingering his chest Greg looked up at her.  
"Amazing," he groaned.  "I think every ounce of strength fled from my body 
with that release." 

"Oh yeah," she smiled her dazzling smile.  "Let's test that out."  She quickly 
pulled him to his feet and pushed him to the wall.  Grabbing his hands with 
hers she splayed him against the wall and pinned his body with her hips and 
legs.  She held him and asked him to struggle.  He used what little strength 
remained in his body but she held him easily.  "I guess you're right," she 
laughed.  "You're weak as a kitten right now.  Every muscle is limp," she 
added as she watched the expression on his face light up as he felt her grind 
her body enticingly against him.  "I like that.  Means I can do whatever I 
want to you."  Her expression showed she was just kidding as she kept the 
pressure against his body.  Looking down she saw his erection again standing 
proud and pressing against her stomach.  "Well, not every muscle is limp now 
is it?"  She looked the man in the eyes and raised her eyebrows.  

She again scooped the man into her arms and threw him onto the bed.  She 
jumped on top of him and said "Don't worry you are going to like this.  Not 
that you could stop me anyway," she added knowing it would turn him on. 

"That's right," Greg replied.  I can't." 

"Are you scared yet?"  Sheila laughed and began to kiss Greg on the lips and 
neck.....