I’m a sophomore here at Harvard and I went to my first “wrestling match” about a year ago. No one is sure who came up with the idea, the male or... female student body. But it’s not so unusual when you see the dude’s on skateboards grinding a steel handrail to some stair’s only to have the board slip out and the hapless young stud is smashing his nuts while doing about 15 mph. There’s been more than one to lose his balls at the hospital, and for what, so his “friends” could stand there and laugh. She plopped herself down in the luscious leather and placed her booted feet on Alex's back. Brianna set her paddle down on the couch before grabbing her remote and a leather crop from a side table next to the sofa. She turned on the TV, opened Netflix and queued up her show.It was absolute torture to Alex listening to her leather clad body shift around on the rippling sofa as he knelt there, arched under her legs. He'd never wanted to be a couch so much in his life. Ironically, he was a piece. "Alicia?" Professor Martin was looking at Alicia. "I'm sorry, Professor, will you repeat the question?" Alicia fumbled, desperately trying to remember what the Professor had said while her classmates stifled a giggle. "The facts of the case, Alicia, which were part of your reading assignment for today?" Professor Martin jokingly remarked. Alicia found the facts easily and thought to herself, "Damn, I need to get laid." So, she did what every horny college student does. With a lack of available. ”I stopped my story at this point. I got up and went to get the whisky bottle and the water jug to top us up. We were sitting in separate armchairs, not next to each other. I had my legs (shoes off of course) tucked up under me. It felt really cosy, and I was quite relaxed.“You’ve done very well telling me all that in a coherent way, but you might like to leave it there and come back another time to my place to bring me up to date.” It didn’t sound patronising, coming from Colin.“Okay, let’s do.