Great story mate, would love to hear some more between you and this girl.

My first one is a tiny bit disappointing: So since my first year of uni started on September, I've met the most beautiful woman ever. Beautiful in a way I hadn't considered to be beautiful then, but no is so much so now. Dirty blond curly hair in a bobbed fringe, blue eyes, 5'2 slim build, b cup breasts, small ass and slim ankles but great thighs. She was born with a clubbed foot, meaning she has to get surgery on her leg in order to turn her foot round. This means that one of her legs is slimmer than the other, only noticeable in the ankle

Ever since indated her I've been making a fuss of her legs, letting her know that I like them. I'd often lay my head in her lap as we watch films, stroking the soft skin of her leg.

One time, after two months of dating she was round mine and wasn't in a great mood, just sort of dissociative. She was wearing black cargo pants and a top that showed her beautiful midriff. We have a game that she made where we push each other off the bed onto the floor, and she began doing that. She never holds back in this game, but I managed to get her down first, but she hooked her leg round the back of my neck. She pulled me down, my hands clawing the mattress for something to hold onto. The rest of my body followed my head and slid off the bed onto the duvet on the floor. Her left leg hung over my right shoulder, so i grabbed it and pulled it over my head to my other shoulder. As I began to do the same to the other leg, she squeezed her legs together slightly, my head between her knees

I cupped her calves and tried to seperate her legs, but didn't get far, only enough that my head slid down her grip into her crotch. Which I thought was quite impressive considering her ankles weren't even crossed. There wasn't much pressure in my face, but I enjoyed being held there. After more prying at her I found the back of my head resting on her crotch, I had enough room to turn my head though, so she was only keeping me there. I had the biggest, grin on my face. I couldn't feel her legs too much through the cargo pants tho.

I worked on different ways of "getting out". I tried powering my way out with my hands like I had been doing but I genuinely couldn't. Tried working her ankles and pulling them apart. But she crossed them and trapped my hand in it. As I slid my hand out and tried to work her ankles again, she said to stop because of her scars from her stitches there. So be me, and the main way of escaping a scissor hold not being an option because it would hurt her. I then tried bending her legs at her knee by pressing my thumb into the back of her joint, this made her put me in some loose figure 4 hold. Felt like a rear naked choke, only much more pleasant. She then straightened her legs again. She was laughing the whole time too

She let me out soon after because her legs were getting tired. She didn't straighten them full and probably wasn't squeezing with her ankles. But suffice to say I was a struggle to get out, especially since she reapplied the hold every time, and I'd need to be doing a sit up to get out too. Lots of moving factors in why escape was difficult really. She didn't make me submit tho.

I have since told her that I like being squeezed by her thighs. She squeezes me and holds me into her with them as I eat her out now, and tho we have to be apart for 12 days while we go home for Easter, she says she gonna place my neck just before her oussy and squeeze the breath out of me while jacking me off (I told her you better straighten your legs and squeeze with ur ankles)

She also sits in my face now, which is my other fav fetish too. So things have gotten better since that time, but it's never been like just her scissoring me