I know there is somthing wrong with me but I can’t help myself. I have this constant burning desire to subdue weak men and sit on them. I’ll take advantage of any opportunity to wrestle a skinny guy and pin him flat on his back under my big firm ass. I don’t know where to go for help, and even if I did I’d be too embaressed to ask for it. I am just a freak of nature. A big strong mature woman that has to pin men and sit on them in order to achieve satisfaction. Why me? My husband Tom is a wonderful man bless his soul. He’d do anything to keep me happy. I’m sure the long business trips he often takes are not only what help him support me in posh style,but also a chance for him to recover from my voracious sexual appetite that includes lots of erotic wrestling and my complete and forceful physical domination of his skinny body. He knows I have an insatiable urge to physically conquer and sit on men and has no choice but to allow me to beat up other men too. Especially if he’s away for 2 weeks. I can’t even go 2 days without satisfying my desires. He begrudgingly agreed to keeping his eyes closed to my exploits. Of course he dosen’t really have much choice, and I had to step on his throat to get him to agree to it, but he lives with it. Yesterday I went to the bank and while waiting in line to make a transaction, right in front of me, was a young man whose appearance made my knees get weak. His body was perfect for what I loved using a man for. A handsome face, high cheekbones, pretty eyes, and a nose that made me wet just thinking about sitting on it. It was long and pointed, the type I could mash into my butthole and wiggle my ass onto until it pushed deep inside my asshole. He was about 5′ 8″ but real thin. His uppr body looked very weak, a puny chest and skinny arms. I imagined my big bare foot pressing down across his entire bare chest as I stood over him glaring down into his eyes while posing in complete triumph. I followed him out of the bank and quickly got to my car so I could follow him more. If I could somehow get this wimp alone I was going to make him my bitch for a day. My mind began to race and my crotch was getting moist as I thought about putting his skinny body through camel clutches, boston crabs, forward and reverse head scissors, breast smothers,tight headlocks with his face pressed into my tit. I”d put him in long high tight schoolgirl pins that squashed his throat with my wet crotch,and squeezed his face til his eyes bulged between my big thighs.I’d work this boy over until he was just a lump of beaten flesh laying face up and flat on his back. I’ll stand over him and plant the big wide soft sole of my foot down on his face and strike a victory pose before finally sitting down on my new throne and riding that long nose… – Patricia’s Facesitting Stories (Female Boss Erotica)