I see that number four has posted the competition.
This is a little bonus to you for reading my blog even though Ive not made an entry for a while.
The whole thing was a bet between me and the little lady in question.
We had a few drinks together last week at my house, and we had both got a little drunk. Her VERY drunk as she is such a lightweight.
We happened to discuss sportsmen, who was hot and who wasn't. The talk turned to basketball, and we decided some of them must be very well hung so we talked about them for quite a while.
Then number four mentioned basketball must be easy anyway. "Chuck a ball in the ring".

I saw my opening, so I closed my legs and moved the badly placed mirror. Hohoho.
My boys have a basketball ring in the garden. I taunted her a little bit telling her she was too short for basketball and when the time was right I said, "I bet you cant throw a ball through the hoop in the garden."
Taunt a drunk number four and she will accept any bet.
She agreed. I suggested a five minute snog if she missed. She agreed again though she did mutter something I didn't understandand I don't think it was English.
I couldn't find the ball and she sighed and said, "Shall we just forget the details. We know what's going to happen?" This was my fatal error. I wanted a little ritual humbling of her before taking my prize. Bitten lips taste sweeter you know.
I found a tennis ball and said it would do. You have to realise she is five foot nothing, and has no co-ordination whatsoever when it comes to games. She is the anti-athlete. She really is pathetic. I was surprised she got from house to garden without falling over.
She did though, and then threw the ball with no belief at all. Ping right threw the hoop.
"Oh" she said. She looked so surprised it was so funny. Then she said, "Does that mean I won?". I know it was another opportunity missed. I'll leave out the taunting and dancing and gesturing as I thought it was all very unseemly.

My end of the deal brings me to the competition. The winner gets to choose to either 1. come to Surrey to my house and give me a full body massage, not sexual, but with oils and things, so it's not too tough on me, lots of attention to shoulders and feet that sort of thing or 2 if you arent of the submissive persuasion you can come and have dinner with me, cooked by me, you bring the wine. and I'll dish the dirt on parties and so on (keeping discretion of course, except where number four is concerned) or 3. if you can't make it we'll do some kind of cam thing for a bit of fun..
The original bet was just 1, but we built round it so all you people could join in even if non subs and miles away.
Oh and since you are here, your hint, I'm chunky jumper.

(Thanks to number four for making this more readable)