Dear Misty,
A local bar has a regular female wrestling league operating out of it, and on Thursdays they sponsor an amateur night.  My friends and I have gone a few times and it’s a lot of fun; mostly fat chicks getting their underwear torn off and titties slapped a bit.  May not sound like much, but add a few beers and it’s a good time.

I’m a competitive athlete.  I’ve completed several triathlons and I lift weights regularly.  I’m not a bodybuilder, but more of a fitness model type.  My friends have been egging me on for weeks to get into this amateur night, and I have to admit I like the idea of kicking some ass and winning a hundred bucks.

Plus, from what I’ve seen, the competition hasn’t been too stiff, so I figured I’ll be able to keep my clothes on and take home the cash.  The rules are simple.  You have to strip the other girl bare and then pin her shoulders to the mat for a 1, 2, 3 count.

So last Thursday I put on a bikini under my jeans and top and we all headed down there.  I wasn’t nervous when I signed up, but I have to admit there were a few butterflies when they called my name.

I stripped down to my swimsuit and entered the ring.  Across from me there was this little Asian gal.  She couldn’t have been more than 90 lbs. dripping wet.  She had no chest, but did have these big thigh muscles.

The bell rang and she started doing back flips across the ring at me.  Holy shit, I couldn’t even tell where she was.  Next thing I knew I had a foot upside my head and I was laying face down on the canvas seeing stars.

I felt my bottoms being pulled off and heard the crowd cheering, then I felt the cold humiliation of being spanked on my bare ass.  My senses were coming back to me a little and I struggled to my knees, just to have my hair pulled.  This little shit drug me across the ring to the ropes and laid me across them so my tits and head were hanging outside. Then she undid my top and released my bare breasts so they flopped in the face of the guys standing around.

I was struggling to get off the rope when she took a run and landed flush on the small of my back, knocking the wind out of me.  I felt the sting of both her hands as she smacked my ass over and over, but she wasn’t done with me yet.

She jerked the ropes hard and I went flying on my back into the ring, where she scooped up both legs and bent me back over myself and started fingering me!  I couldn’t tell which way was up, but to make it worse I really started enjoying it.  I could hear myself moaning but couldn’t stop!  I started to cum and ended up squirting all over me, her and the center of the ring.

The little chick rolled back on me, the ref counted to 3 and it was over.  No money, extreme humiliation and a little chick made me cum.  It was horrible.

I started training today and I’m going back in a month and kick her Asian ass.  Or maybe I’ll just cum again.

Down and Out in Downey

Dear Misty,
El Paso is known for two things, hot lesbians and cowboys.  When you mix the two you get a hot lesbian cowboy bar, which is what just opened up last weekend.

I was at the grand opening, and let me tell you what, I have never seen so much naked pussy in one place.

This bar is freakin’ HUGE.  It has an arcade, a bowling alley, and, of course, a mechanical bull.

Only this bull is a little different.  It has a dildo vibrator built right into the saddle.

On opening night they had a Bikini Bull Riding Contest.  Whoever could stay on the bull the longest would take home $2500.  Hot chicks in string bikinis, Greek cuts and thongs were lined up around the bar for their shot at the cash.

Usually, the operator will try to throw someone off the bull.  This chick they had operating had one goal in mind; to make the rider cum. Right off the bat this tall blonde hops on in her little pink string suit, pushing the suit aside and lowering herself down onto that big fake cock.  It wasn’t two minutes into the ride until she was bucking more than the bull was.

She hung onto the rope with one hand and was rubbing her clit with the other until she couldn’t stand it anymore.  She ripped her bottom off and tore at her breasts until she couldn’t take it and collapsed onto the mats below.

The first few girls ended up naked, so before long people were cutting out the middleman and removing their suits before they straddled the bucking dildo.  There was a combination of shaven and bush, but some might fine bodies were getting on that bull ahead of me.  All were ending up in an orgasmic heap on the padding, though.

I was the last in line after a couple of hours.  The longest anyone had been able to stay on was 3 minutes and 32 seconds.  I used to do barrel rides on the rodeo circuit, and I was pretty handy with my own vibrator, so I was pretty confident that I was going to take home the money.

Everyone else was naked, so I was too.  I hopped up on El Toro and cinched the rope in my left hand.  My right hand was up high for balance and I nodded I was ready.

ZZZZZAAAAppppp.

Holy Shit!  I got a jolt of electricity up my cunt that almost knocked me off the saddle right then and there and the bull hadn’t even started moving yet.  My pussy lips were already wet and time had just begun.

Slowly the bull circled back and forth.  The current and vibration tingled my clit as the dong massaged my inner self.   Mmmmmmmmm, it felt so good, nice and soothing.

ZZZZZAAAAppppp.    Christ the shivers went up my spine.  I could hardly catch my breath.

ZZZZZZAAAAAAPPPPP.  Even more voltage than before.  My cunt was flowing and all the strength was gone from my thighs.  I wanted a dick in the ass, the mouth, anywhere there was an opening.

ZZZZZAAAAPPPPPP.  I couldn’t hold on much longer.  I looked at the clock … 3:24, 3:25, 3:26.

ZZZZAAAAPPPPPP.  I screamed and let go of the rope.  I needed both hands to massage my clit as I squirted gallons of joy juice all over the saddle. The orgasms exploded within my body and I lost all sense of up and down, right and left.  I felt myself slipping, slipping and I kept on rubbing myself as I ended up on my back looking up at the lights.

“Folks, we have a winner,” was all I heard.  I summoned the strength to look up and see the girl with 3:32 being handed a giant check.  I looked over at the clock, still showing the results of my ride:  3:31.

I rubbed myself some more until the orgasms subsided and smiled.  I’m going to need a lot of practice on that bull for the next competition.

Electric in El Paso

Dear Misty,

For my 23^rd birthday, my husband bought me a hot air balloon ride.  It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but he is deathly afraid of heights so he would never go. 

I was a little surprised when we got there to see a young, attractive girl greet us.  We were expecting a grizzled old man, Skip, who is kind of famous in the area for giving rides.  Seems Skip takes one week off a year to go to Vegas and this was that week, so his daughter Tammy would be taking me up.

 She assured me she’s flown hundreds of balloon trips, so I climbed in the basket, she fired it up and off we went.  I noticed she was unusually tanned when I met her, but after we got a couple of thousand feet in the air, I was too mesmerized by the scenery and a slight fear of dying in what amounted to a large gift basket to think much about anything else. 

“Do you mind if I get some sun?” she asked.  Not sure why I would mind that, I just shook my head and continued looking out over the rolling hills that dot western Pennsylvania. 

I heard the burner fire again to fill up the balloon, turned and was more than a little surprised to see Tammy standing there completely nude.  When she said she wanted a little sun, she apparently wanted it ALL OVER.  This obviously wasn’t the first time she tanned in the buff, as she was brown as a berry without a hint of a tan line. 

I found myself staring at her two luscious breasts; they were just big enough with perfectly formed dark brown aerolas.  My eye wandered down to her trimmed pussy and I started to feel a little tingle in my crotch. 

“Is my nudity making you uncomfortable?” she asked.  “N-n-n-n-no,” I stuttered.  “It’s perfectly fine.”  I couldn’t stop looking at her.  She was beautiful and making me feel a way no woman had ever make me feel before.  I turned and looked over the side to avoid making eye, or body contact. 

“See that farm over there?” she asked.  “That’s where I grew up.” 

She had moved her body against me and pointed off in the distance.  I could feel her breasts against my back.  The combination of the altitude and having such a beautiful girl touch me made me weak in the knees and for a moment I lost my judgment.  I turned and kissed her smack on the lips.

 I expected her to be at least a little shocked, but instead she just smiled.  “I was hoping you’d do that,” she said, then grabbed the back of my head and pulled me toward her.  She stuck her tongue down my throat and gave me the deepest French kiss I’d ever had. 

I ripped off my shirt and shorts and was soon as nude as she was.  She bent me over the side of the basket so my tits were hanging free as a Hawk and then proceeded to rim my asshole with her deft tongue.

 She brought me back into the floor of the basket and buried her head between my thighs while exposing her crotch above my face.  We both explored each other’s pussies, licking and sucking until I came in a series of violent shudders.

 I continued to eat her out, probing her butthole with my thumb until she came so hard she squirted.  Time seemed to stand still as we floated lazily over the countryside, exploring, kissing and touching each other’s bodies.

 It all came to a rather sudden end as we heard a giant rip when the balloon got caught in a tree.  I looked over the side to see a crowd of people not 20 feet down looking up at us; the most visible of which was my husband.

 Unfortunately, in my haste to get undressed I had not secured my clothes, because they were not in the basket.  Tammy shrugged her shoulders as she got dressed as if to say “Tough Luck Kid,”  but the firemen did get a treat when they brought the ladder truck to get us down.

 They wrapped me in a blanket to shield me from the crowd.  My husband asked what happened to my clothes.  I couldn’t think of anything but Tammy chimed in with “Vortex.”  

“Vortex?” he asked.

 “Yes, lots of vortexes up there.  They will rip the clothes right off you,” she said.  “I was just lucky.”

 Not sure if he bought the vortex story, but I was so horny I took him home and gave him the fucking of his life.  It was the least I could do for him helping me become a member of the thousand foot high club.

 Lucky in Latrobe

Dear Misty,

I’ve been a paraplegic since I crashed in a Supercross event two years ago.  I was supposed to do a 720-degree flip, but it ended up being more like a 540 and I came crashing down on my neck.

 It’s been a long road back.  I’ll never walk again; I can’t feel anything from about mid-thigh down.  My wiener works, which is a blessing, but as you can imagine it’s a little difficult to meet girls.

 I had a hot girlfriend when I was in the midst of my Supercross days.  We used to fuck at least three times a day before the accident.  She stayed by my side until all hope was lost for a full recovery, then it was “Adios, Amigo.”  Good riddance to the bitch.

 There hasn’t been a girl in my life in some time.  They aren’t exactly lining up to be with a guy in a wheelchair, so I was kind of pleased to meet a new girl at my Physical Therapy session a couple of months ago.

 Her name is Susie, and she is a paraplegic just like me (without the wiener, of course).  She had been in a car wreck a few years earlier in Florida.  She had been going through Physical Therapy there since that time, but her parents weren’t happy with the progress, so they moved to Houston.  The place I go is supposed to be one of the top PT clinics in the country.

 Anyway, we started doing some training together and kind of hit it off.  One day our trainer left us alone while we were on our yoga mats and she rolled over and pulled her top down and started doing pushups.

 She has nice sized gazongas, and I was glad to see them out getting some air.  When I asked her what she was doing, she challenged me to a push-up competition.

 Well, she knew what she was doing.  With her big titties exposed, she only had to go about half as far down as I did, so she won.  When I asked her what she won, she said, “I’ll let you know later.”

 The following week we were in the pool doing water exercises and she floated over to me.  “I’ll take my prize now,” she said.  Then she reached down into my shorts and grabbed my dick.  I was a little surprised, but it felt good.  “Ooooo, you’re a big boy, aren’t you?” she smiled and floated away.

 We continued flirting through our workouts until I finally asked her out and she agreed.  Susie is 21, but still lives with her parents.  I live alone in an apartment that is specially decked out for my needs.

 I also have a van with hand controls and a wheelchair ramp, so I drove over to her place to pick her up.  I was a little concerned about her parents’ reaction, but they were thrilled to be finally getting her out of the house.

 “Now you kids don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” her dad joked as we backed out of the driveway.  I wasn’t sure what he wouldn’t do, but I had my hopes up for the evening.

 We went to my place and I made dinner.  I’m not much of a cook, but I can make a mean mac and cheese and garlic bread.  Susie was amazed how well I could get around the kitchen.

 After dinner I popped a movie in and we snuggled on the couch.  “Spaceballs” had only been on for a few minutes when she leaned over and kissed me.  “I am so horny right now,” she said.  “You?”

 “You have no idea,” I told her.

 She ripped her blouse off and I removed my shirt.  I buried my face in those big tits while she worked to pull my pants off.  You don’t realize what a struggle it is to do the simple things until you lose some of your muscle function.  She finally got them off and I was able to remove her pants as well.  We both looked down at each other’s legs and laughed.

 A couple of years ago, I probably would have cried to see my atrophied legs hanging like useless sticks, but hey, when life gives you lemons…  At any rate, we didn’t look long.  We were able to swing ourselves around into a 69 position and she worked the hell out of my cock while I ate her sweet pussy.  When we both were ready we sat back up and I picked her up and basically stuck her on my dick.

 It felt like heaven as she slid down on to my rusty cock.  I grabbed her under her breasts and lifted her up, then back down, over and over again.  She rubbed her clit while I pumped her and we both erupted into a sweaty heap.

 We kissed and fondled.  “You aren’t done yet, are you?” she asked.  “Not by a long shot,” I said.

 In a couple of minutes, I was ready and we did it again…

 And again…

 And again…

 By my count, but I could be off by one or two, we did it six times that night before we fell asleep, naked, in each others arms.

 I woke up before her in the morning and made Belgian Waffles, which we inhaled before I took her home.

 Her parents met us at the door with tears in their eyes.  You would have thought I saved her life, they were so happy.  Reality was, I think we saved each other.

 Things have been progressing nicely now for the last few weeks and we’re seeing each other regularly.  There’s talk she may move in with me, so keep your fingers crossed.

 Happy in Houston

Dear Misty,

I’m a 40-something Realtor working and living in beautiful Prescott, AZ.  I’ve been divorced for 10 years and both my children have grown and moved away.  Although I find the term a little offensive, I have to admit I’ve turned into something of a Cougar.
I could easily pass for 30.  I work out regularly at the local gym and run at least three miles a day.  Nude hiking in the forest accounts for my all-over tan, but I’m just at home baking an apple pie as I am frolicking in the woods.

As you may know, these are tough times in the real estate industry.  Money is tight, so I’ve taken to opening a roommate-finder business.  So far it’s gone fairly well; at least it’s helped pay the bills.  It’s also helped me find prey for the catty side of me.

Take last week.  Eric, a student at the local engineering college, came in looking for a roommate.  As he was flipping through my book of possibilities, I was checking him out.  He was tall and young and lean.  His legs were sinewy and his face, arms and legs had a deep tan.  I pegged him for a mountain biker.

I sent him on a couple of meets that I knew wouldn’t work out, then I took him to a home that was actually listed for sale.  He didn’t know that, and I knew it would be empty, so it was the perfect setup for a little afternoon delight.

We walked around through the rooms.  I made a point of rubbing my breasts against him and once “accidentally” brushed my hand against his cock.  He accidentally grabbed my ass, and I knew the game was on.

I took him to the patio where a large hot tub just laid waiting for us.  Plants surrounded it, so there was enough privacy.  He reached in to the water and splashed a little.

“It’s plenty hot,” he said.

I walked over to him and ran my hands inside his T-shirt.  I was amazed at how smooth and hairless his skin was.  “So are you,” I said.
He grabbed my shoulders and kissed me, ramming his tongue deep into my throat.  I moved my hands down and unbuckled his shorts, letting them drop to the patio floor.  I gasped as I looked down at the size of his cock.  It was at least 10 inches and cut, well on the way to getting a stiffy.
Eric peeled his shirt off as I slid out of my dress, panties and bra.  We slipped underneath the water together and he easily slid inside my waiting pussy.  He rammed his cock into me over and over until I started to get lightheaded. The combination of the hot water and vigorous sex swept away all inhibitions, so I didn’t mind when he pulled out and told me to turn over.

My arms and tits rested on the side of the hot tub as Eric slowly worked his prick into my ass.  I wanted to say no, but it felt so good I didn’t care.  He rubbed my clit with his hand while he pumped away in my ass until I felt his warm jism fill my hole.

We fucked and sucked each other a while longer until I realized I had another appointment.  I felt I should confess, so I told him this wasn’t really a roommate house.

“I know,” he said.  “It’s my parents place.  They’ve had it on the market for about six months.”

Damn I felt stupid.  Aw, who gives a shit?  It was a good fuck.

Penelope in Prescott

Dear Misty,

Let me just say I’m a big fan.  I love how in touch you are with your sexuality and how you don’t give a shit what anyone thinks. 

I try to model myself after you as much as possible.  My family owns a 2,000-acre farm in Ohio.  We grow wheat and corn mostly.  At 18, I’m the youngest of six kids, three boys and three girls.  We have always been expected to work the farm and to tell you the truth, I’m kind of a tomboy. 

We live way out in the country and my parents are kind of liberal, so we’ve been running around naked ever since we were little kids.  My oldest brother is 23 and we’re all one-year apart, so we’ve grown up looking at each other’s bodies.  And no, you sick fucks, this is not turning into some kind of brother/sister incest story.  Ewwwww!  The point is I’ve seen plenty of naked men and girls in my life (and I think our entire family is pretty attractive), so a cock or two isn’t going to shake me up. 

We were all down to the pond skinny-dipping the other day.  It was a blast as it always is.  We usually head down there after a hard day of work to cool off.  We have a rope to swing on and some inner tubes and it’s just a fun time. 

Mom rang the dinner bell and the rest of the kids threw on their shorts and tops and jumped on their quads and raced home.  I wasn’t particularly hungry, so I took advantage of one of the long summer days and lay naked on the top of our raft, soaking up the rays.

 I must have drifted off to sleep, cause the next thing I knew I opened my eyes and was looking at the stars.  It was a little bit chilly, my nipples were standing up and saluting, so I figured I’d better head up home.

 After swimming to shore, I noticed something was amiss.  Not only were my clothes gone, but so was my quad!  I just knew it was my asshole brother Dave.  He’s always pulling some shit like that.  There I stood under the stars, naked as a new-born, with no cover in sight.

 I was steaming and just getting ready to hike the half-mile or so to the house when I heard giggling coming from a stand of bushes.  Convinced it was Dave, I picked up the nearest rock and chucked it as hard as I could into the bush.

 “Yeeeeoooooowch, what did you do that for?” came the cry from the bush.

 “Dave, you asshole, give me back my clothes,” I yelled. 

“I ain’t Dave,” the voice said.  “It’s Lori.” 

Lori is my best friend in the whole world.  We were cheerleaders together and I had just been the maid of honor at her wedding.  Apparently she had just got back from her honeymoon and came over to see me and got pointed down to the pond.  She thought taking my stuff would be a good joke, but hadn’t counted on my rock chucking ability.

“Oh shit,” I said.  “Sorry about that.” 

She walked out from behind the bush rubbing her head.  “I guess that’s what I get for being funny,” she said.  “Good thing you hit me in the head.” 

We hugged and kissed and I told her to tell me all about her honeymoon.  She smiled, but I could tell something was wrong.  She broke down crying as she told me about her husband hitting her every night.  We must have talked for hours and ended up laying in each other’s arms on the grass, just staring at the stars.  I got so engrossed in her story I never got dressed, a fact that soon came in handy. 

I held Lori in my arms, just thinking about her bastard husband, when she rolled over and put a hand on my breast.  We looked in each other’s eyes, and then she kissed me.  It was a real kiss, not a friend kiss.  Funny thing was, I kissed her back. 

Pretty soon, we were locking lips and swapping spit and before I knew it she had her fingers in my pussy. 

“Whoa, whoa.” I said.  “Are you sure you want to do this.” 

She nodded.  “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”  Lori sat up and whisked off her denim shirt, then wriggled out of her shorts.  Damn, she had a fine body, almost as good as mine.  I tried to ignore the bruises on her back and we kissed again and she started fingering me. 

I was moaning with delight as she flicked my clit and pumped my pussy with her fingers.  She released her kiss and moved her lips and tongue down my breasts and across my stomach before settling in on my box. 

It was a good thing we were far away from the house, because my moans were turning into screams as I thrust my hips and shuddered all over.  No man had ever given me an orgasm like that.  Her turn soon came and I licked that sweet cunt for all it was worth, bringing her to a giant O.  Naked and a bit cool, we huddled in each other’s arms under a blanket of stars in what turned out to be a perfect night. 

That was until we saw Dave riding away on my quad waving an armful of clothes over his head. 

“Damn you Dave, you asshole,” I said.  We both looked at each other and burst out laughing.  It was just what Lori needed. 

Lori has since left her husband and moved in with us.  We spend a lot of time down at the pond; after our work is done, of course. 

Orgasmic in Ohio

Dear Misty,

I just got a new boyfriend. I met him at a local bar and he’s real cool and everything, but he has this thing about tying me up with rope. 

The other night he wanted to make love and I was horny as a sailor, but we had to go through the whole rope-tying thing again. I just wanted to take his monster cock and fuck the shit out of him, but before I knew it he had me trussed up like a hog going to market.

My arms were tied to each corner of the headboard and my feet were tied to both posts of the footboard. He stuck a rubber ball in my mouth and I was getting a little nervous when he was gone for a few minutes. I mean, what if there was a fire. That’s all I need is for the fire department to find my burned up body all spread-eagled in bed. 

Anyway, he brought me a surprise. He apparently sent away for this awesome plug in vibrator. He plugged that baby in and hit my clit and I thought I was going to DIE!

The orgasms started going up my spine in waves. I was bucking my ass on the bed and sweat was pouring out of me. I wanted to scream but that damn ball was in my mouth. God it was good. 

Just when I thought I couldn’t come any more, he put the vibrator away and started working me with that dick of his. He fucked me and sucked me until I squirted all over my new comforter. 

That was definitely worth a trip to the laundromat, and I ain’t never going to complain about him tying me up again.

Cummed Out in Cleveland

Dear Misty,

I’m a 38-year-old female account executive for a large telecommunications company.  I used to be a competitive athlete, but the demands of my career have pushed sports aside. 

At least they did until about six months ago, when I had some chest pains and went to my doctor.  He gave me a stress test and found a blockage in one of my arteries.  I was hurried into surgery where they did a successful shunt.

It was really a wake up call for me health-wise.  I started walking, then running, then competing in 5 and 10 K runs.  That, along with watching my diet has enabled me to drop 20 pounds and I’m back into a size 4.  I’ve gotten kind of hooked on yoga and Pilates, and I must say I am as firm as most of the hot 20-year-olds who want my job.

 Aside from getting in shape, I think the exercise has done something else to me.  It’s made me, how shall I say it?  It’s made me horny.  Extremely horny.  All the time.  I feel the need to fuck somebody or I might just jump out of my skin.

 This has given me a reputation as sort of the cougar of the 10th floor.  I need to watch myself so I don’t get a sexual harassment complaint, because I’ve pretty much banged all of the interns and most of the junior associates who work there. 

 I was presenting a campaign to a group of Japanese executives the other day.  It was going well until I got the vision of the pointer I had in my hands as a large, skinny penis.  Focusing on the presentation was difficult with this penis in my hands.  I actually had to put it in the corner behind me so I couldn’t see it just to finish my sales pitch.

 This all came to a head late last week when I was working late, as I often do.  It was just past 10 o’clock and the bay outside my office was dark.  I started to get the feeling again, so I began rubbing myself.  One thing led to another and soon I had my skirt and panties off and was reclining in my chair with both legs up on the desk.

 I started keeping a dildo vibrator in my desk for just such occasions, so I pulled that out and started fucking myself with one hand while I rubbed my clit with the other.  It felt soooooo good, I guess I started getting a little loud.  I opened my eyes to see the president, vice-president and director of marketing of our company staring at me.  Seems they were having a late-night confab in the conference room adjacent to my office and ran to see what all the screaming was about.

 My company-paid therapy sessions started last week.  It should run out about the same time my six-week paid administrative leave does.  I fucked the therapist twice in my first session.  I’m not sure it’s working. 

Cocklover in Calabasas

Welcome to my erotic letters site.  Here people send me letters on fucking and other things, but mostly on fucking and how they are doing it differently than anyone else.  I’ll try to post a letter a day, but if you want pictures to go along with it you might try my website, where I have a collection of the hottest and horniest babes, catfighters, bound goddesses and a whole bunch of kinky shit that ever hit the web.Love, Misty.  Thanks for visiting!