Thanks for stopping by. FemfightChronicles is dedicated to those of us who enjoy writing about women fighting women. Stories involving all forms of female combat will be posted here. Wrestling, boxing, cat fighting and fist fighting. Fantasy fights involving mythical creatures such as fairies, mermaids even TV characters will be accepted. If you are planning to go anywhere with your Mary stories, and i bet you do have more to tell, you ought to look into copywriting atleast some of them. No matter what, just keep them coming. And put them here FIRST instead of with DTV. > By pitting two glamorous stars against one another and having them get all rough-and-tumble, there’s an inherent queer appeal to the movie trope. Plus, it’s worth noting that one of the earliest and most celebrated filmic catfights can be found in the 1939 Western, Destry Rides Again: A long, unbroken brawl scene between Una Merkel and none other than Marlene Dietrich, one of the original gay icons of the silver screen. Tell me, did you get a copy wright for the story. I am interrested, as i have written many stories which i have never put into print. Many true, and some immaginated. i never even thought of copywrite until i wrote a whole pile of stories meant for a very specific audience. the stories were true and specifically of a certain specific group. somebody got hold of the stories and sent them to a newspaper. I have not been able to read them in the newspaper (a friend is saving them for me to see later on when i get the chance>>> tennis ball friend) the person who put them into the paper got copywrited. I'm not angry, at the news guy but wish i had done my homework before hand instead of later hand.

Spurred by the pain, Copper made a mighty effort to escape the pin, clawing, scratching, and hitting, only to windup having Raven firmly on top, pinning her chest and left arm. Copper turned her head to bite Raven’s thigh. Raven having none of that caught Copper by the throat and started to pound her head on the sand. Then, getting a better grip on her enemy’s throat, Raven started to squeeze. Let me" put on my bra, Martha begged and is concentrated on something. "Why," asks, ... W, while her left fist slams on Martha's chin. The impact depends on Martha, dazed, she is leaning against my door frame. "My ... sagging breasts ..." begs Martha. In response reaches west with his left hand the collar of the robe, Martha wants to dodge to the side so that the mantle rises all over now. The naked sagging breasts, the belly moves and falls in breathing. I see that my mother has a distinct approach to the potbelly, sagging breasts especially. I mean in her eyes to make out that the blows humiliate them less than the fact that of all the W does just that. W bangs her right fist in Martha's belly button. Again I hear it loud clap and see the belly wobble.good story. you have told some of that story here, so I guess we should say, "Thanks for the scoop." why not put the whole story here.

Tomorrow, August 25, 2005, go to the New Stories section (It's free) of Diana the Valkyrie: http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/newstory/index1.htm I tell this true story of a catfight. Although it is hard to imagine that the fight has played as I tell it here. It is not an invention, not a fake. It happened exactly as I describe it here. Although to date no one has seen it.This group is now two years old. Over the past couple of years many stories and pictures have been submitted. The focus of the group is still upon the written word. We have relaxed the original rule and allow pictures without narrative. We hope that some writers will work with artists to add narrative to pictures. This has proven true in a few cases. I had often been seen naked on the beach or at home. Although it was very hard fact to raise me and move her belly looked rather soft. Their power was limited to clear her arms. On this day, it was very hot. I lay down on the bed because I could not stand in the sun. But Martha had been sitting in the sun. Now it was her too hot. She has come to tell me that she wants to take a shower shortly. As unobtrusively as possible while I watch her body in the stomach into the oppressive slip, stresses his stomach so beautiful, the belly of approximately 8 cm from the front and has a distinct approach has to hang. When they leave my room I can still see how it opens the upper part of her bikini. Unfortunately I can not catch sight of her breasts, she disappears behind a wall already. I hear she has reached the bedroom and imagine her naked body. At that moment the bell rings. AAAHH!" Martha moans and writhes far forward. She holds her belly with both hands. She chokes .. I just have to watch as her dangling bare, empty breasts. Instinctively, Martha has seen to it where the last stroke has done her so much. And when they had to bend it, even they had to see how much her breasts hang and dangle. She raised her eyes and looks at W's face, obviously confused about the fact that the west can not now imagine but only saw it, that it is so h?ngebr?stig. Now imagine that the west not only can but knows that she has better boobs than Martha. Even if the W has not taken off is obvious that their breasts do not hang so much like Martha.