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Why is it...?
Why is it that in every photo of girls jello-wrestling I've ever seen it'salways RED jello they're wrestling in? Why not orange? Or lime? What is it about red jello that turns women into lust-crazed fighters?
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I've seen lime jello wrestling.
Speaking of jello... a friend of mine sent me this message he found posted to a fetish newsgroup.
[quote]
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Hi Faye,
Reading the recent post (from "Shiva") about rubbing cocoa butter on the
belly to lubricate contact between two people, reminded me of a client I
used to have who liked to make love with me in Jello (we just call it
"jelly" in England. What you guys call "jelly" we call "jam." Very
confusing!)
This man, whom I'll call Harry, was a very high-ranking civil servant from
Whitehall--the central area for British government offices, which is only a
stone's throw across the Thames from Vauxhall where I used to run my
business out of a basement flat.
In my experience Faye, men who are in a position of power--ie judges,
magistrates, police chiefs etc.--are the ones who most like to be
humiliated, tortured, "feminized", and generally treated like snivelling
little worms, once they get off from work. Wouldn't you agree?
Harry would visit me about once a fortnight. He told his wife he was working
late, and would sneak in a happy hour with me before catching the last train
from Waterloo back to the suburbs. He would call me mid-afternoon to give me
time to prepare. I would have the bathroom all ready for him. I did this by
filling the bathtub with six inches of boiling hot water, and adding a half
dozen jumbo-sized, catering-strength packets of rasberry jello slabs, cut
into cubes; but saving one slab for later. I stirred the tub with my largest
soup ladle until it reached the right consistency.
(Note, Faye, that it actually works better for lubrication purposes to have
it a little runnier than the way one tends to eat jello as a dessert; but
Harry said when you mix it on the firm, sticky side it makes for a "jolly
good fuck". I would therefore try to time it so that it was well-set by the
time he arrived, but still lukewarm. Harry always said body temperature was
the best.)
Anyway, I would hear a knock on my front door, and there was Harry, red
faced from his brisk walk over Vauxhall Bridge, stumbling apologetically in
to my boudoir with a guilty look on his face, wondering where to lean his
brolly.
Harry would pay me
Speaking of jello... a friend of mine sent me this message he found posted to a fetish newsgroup.
[quote]
>>>>
Hi Faye,
Reading the recent post (from "Shiva") about rubbing cocoa butter on the
belly to lubricate contact between two people, reminded me of a client I
used to have who liked to make love with me in Jello (we just call it
"jelly" in England. What you guys call "jelly" we call "jam." Very
confusing!)
This man, whom I'll call Harry, was a very high-ranking civil servant from
Whitehall--the central area for British government offices, which is only a
stone's throw across the Thames from Vauxhall where I used to run my
business out of a basement flat.
In my experience Faye, men who are in a position of power--ie judges,
magistrates, police chiefs etc.--are the ones who most like to be
humiliated, tortured, "feminized", and generally treated like snivelling
little worms, once they get off from work. Wouldn't you agree?
Harry would visit me about once a fortnight. He told his wife he was working
late, and would sneak in a happy hour with me before catching the last train
from Waterloo back to the suburbs. He would call me mid-afternoon to give me
time to prepare. I would have the bathroom all ready for him. I did this by
filling the bathtub with six inches of boiling hot water, and adding a half
dozen jumbo-sized, catering-strength packets of rasberry jello slabs, cut
into cubes; but saving one slab for later. I stirred the tub with my largest
soup ladle until it reached the right consistency.
(Note, Faye, that it actually works better for lubrication purposes to have
it a little runnier than the way one tends to eat jello as a dessert; but
Harry said when you mix it on the firm, sticky side it makes for a "jolly
good fuck". I would therefore try to time it so that it was well-set by the
time he arrived, but still lukewarm. Harry always said body temperature was
the best.)
Anyway, I would hear a knock on my front door, and there was Harry, red
faced from his brisk walk over Vauxhall Bridge, stumbling apologetically in
to my boudoir with a guilty look on his face, wondering where to lean his
brolly.
Harry would pay me
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ya, I've seen lime too
I'll bet red is just cheapest, though, it'd be funny to see them wrestle around in the jello made from the soda-water, its all jelloey and bubbley... dang, I'm gonna go make some
darn you all for making me crave delicious gelatin treats!
::waves fist in the air::
I'll bet red is just cheapest, though, it'd be funny to see them wrestle around in the jello made from the soda-water, its all jelloey and bubbley... dang, I'm gonna go make some
darn you all for making me crave delicious gelatin treats!
::waves fist in the air::
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Also, red is the most annyoing color when it comes to staining stuff, so it leaves lasting memories on the skin!
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I've always preferred oil wrestling to jello, mud or any other type of women-fighting-in-goo scenario. While mud and jello serve to obscure the physique of the combantants, oil tends to enhance and compliment them, making for a much more visual experience.
Plus oil is a lubricant and is constantly slippery whereas mud and jello (pudding, gravy, or whatever else is used in the local sports bar) tends to get sticky upon exposure to air. This means that the participants in other forms of guck wrestling have a better chance of getting a grip on one another and possibly end the match. Oil wrestling creates a frictionless environment where it's nearly impossible to grip and pin the opponent, meaning that the resolution is delayed and the girls can be squirming around for a potentially much longer time.
Finally, if your participants are wearing some kind of uniform that involves anything flimsy and made of white cotton because of the opaque qualities of mud, you'd have to wait until the inevitable point in the match where the girls decide to rip each other's clothes off before getting to see the T&A that you paid your cover charge for. The mud would turn any fabric into a heavy, gloppy mess that would have all the transparency of a tweed suit. While Jello wouldn't stick as badly, it also wouldn't do much to help you see battle-hardened nipples through a tank top.
Within seconds of coming into contact with our friend oil, however, cotton becomes so transparent you can pretty much read the newspaper through it, meaning you don't have to sit around waiting for tempers to flare before you get to see some areolas.
For those of you who think I've given this topic way too much thought, you're absolutely right. I have.
Plus oil is a lubricant and is constantly slippery whereas mud and jello (pudding, gravy, or whatever else is used in the local sports bar) tends to get sticky upon exposure to air. This means that the participants in other forms of guck wrestling have a better chance of getting a grip on one another and possibly end the match. Oil wrestling creates a frictionless environment where it's nearly impossible to grip and pin the opponent, meaning that the resolution is delayed and the girls can be squirming around for a potentially much longer time.
Finally, if your participants are wearing some kind of uniform that involves anything flimsy and made of white cotton because of the opaque qualities of mud, you'd have to wait until the inevitable point in the match where the girls decide to rip each other's clothes off before getting to see the T&A that you paid your cover charge for. The mud would turn any fabric into a heavy, gloppy mess that would have all the transparency of a tweed suit. While Jello wouldn't stick as badly, it also wouldn't do much to help you see battle-hardened nipples through a tank top.
Within seconds of coming into contact with our friend oil, however, cotton becomes so transparent you can pretty much read the newspaper through it, meaning you don't have to sit around waiting for tempers to flare before you get to see some areolas.
For those of you who think I've given this topic way too much thought, you're absolutely right. I have.
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Eh? That must have been one great Mr. Roger's episode, because I put eating cookies out of Asia Carrera's ass a little higher up on the naughty ladder than oil wrestling.Peaches wrote:That makes the Asia Carrera ass-cookie story seem like a clip from "Mr. Roger's Neighborhood."
Now, if during the wrestling, someone started eating cookies out of someone elses ass.. that's different.


