hugefan's blog

I am frightened to write what I am thinking because if anyone reads it they will think I am even weirder than I actually am, which is a fairly tall order admittedly but not impossible. My only consolation is that with a readership averaging about ten, most of those people know i am nuts anyway.

Also in the true tradition of MA (Meetfighters Anonymous) the first step is to admit that I cannot control my addiction or compulsion. I wake up with meetfighters open, I go to sleep with meetfighters open, thankfully I have no smart phone so spend the day wondering if i have received any messages without having the chance to check. I open the door excitedly, find i have two new messages, unfortunately one is a profile update notification. I say unfortunately but it gives me an excuse to send the guy a message asking if he moved a full stop so that he would appear on the front page as an updated profile. Luckily he is one of the guys i have actually met and knows this is my idea of humour.

So what did I do before I found this wonderful, frustrating, addictive site? Did I have a life or was I just more of a goggle eyed trash tv addict than I still am?

Do addictive personalities exist I ponder as i take a puff on my roll up and a sip of wine? Or is there something peculiar about this site, subliminal messages hidden in the side bar forcing me to check 'Who has seen my profile' every ten minutes and 'my favourites on line' every five?

Of course its not the actual site I am addicted to, lovely though it is to oggle fit bodies and exchange banter with people, it is really only a means to an end. A way of meeting guys, stripping off to my trunks and getting sweaty.

So what exactly is my addiction to? If you read my profile, and there is a prize for anyone that finishes it, which no one has claimed yet, you may get some idea. One aspect is that I do have a sadistic side. I enjoy applying controlled pain but I feel guilty even saying that. I get no pleasure from hurting someone who doesn't like a little bit of pain. Maybe if I changed the words it wouldn't sound so bad, how about I enjoy applying holds which induce intense sensations in my opponents. Yeah, yeah and bears leave chocolate logs with icing sugar in the woods.

But I also enjoy a good sweaty tussle where I am on the receiving end, not that I particularly like pain myself but I do enjoy the struggle.

And then there are the nipples. Why oh why did I ever mention nipples in my recommendations? Now everyone thinks I am just a complete perv when I actually I am virtually a nun, I just happen to be a nun who likes male nipples. I am not obsessed. I can happily wrestle someone without even accidentally brushing against a lovely perky nipple hiding in a forest of fur........

Sorry, yes, what was I saying. Nipples. Ok so I like nipples but again only if the other guy is into a bit of nipple investigation, you see I am a really considerate meet, my fun depends on the other guy having fun too.

Finally bodies. Yes, I like to wrestle guys with nice bodies and occasionally I get to meet a guy who turns me into a nine year old Justin Bieber fan who can't look at him without screaming and fainting. But, I have found that guys with human type features like myself rather than god like features can be great fun and one thing virtually all men of all shapes and sizes have in common are.... nipples. No, shit, I said it again. I am not a nipple fanatic, I am a serious sportsman (ok that's pushing it) but I do actually enjoy wrestling.

So... assembled members of MA, your nipples are safe, nipple attention is by invitation only, honest, really, I promise, scouts honour, swear on my favourite undies...