General Boxing League

20:33 muaythaijay: It’s a challenge to decide what hits me the hardest first when the unassuming, bespectacled teenage dude at the reception desk opens the door to the fight room area of the club. Is it the smell? Because it smells like a locker room out here, let alone inside. Is it the heat? You know, maybe it’s that - like a wet slap in the face, or summer in New York City. I can already feel a film of wetness form on me as I walk down the corridor .

Jesus, didn’t know I was going to take two showers this evening, I think. But as I get to the end of the corridor and enter the room - which is boxing gym-sized, ring in the middle with about five metres clearance from the wall around it - I realize it’s actually the nerves that are hitting me. This all felt like fun when I found out the details of the fight meetings online a couple weeks ago. How cool, I thought. A private, exclusive fight club where amateurs can get together and work out their aggression in the ring. Sounds hot. And hot it is - literally - but there’s something that makes the butterflies in my stomach rise, something a little illicit about this that makes me simultaneously nervous and also deeply excited.

I look around the room, taking in the scene. About forty, fifty people, I’d say, all tightly packed into the small space and yelling at the two fighters in the middle of the ring. There’s clearly some money changing hands - someone on the forum told me about this - and there’s clearly some other substances that patrons can partake in to, ahem, “enhance their enjoyment” of the event, but for me I just came to watch and enjoy. I walk over to a middle-aged lady in a tank top who’s selling beers out of an icebox - no Prosecco tonight, right - and politely slurp at the can of whatever local swill this is. All I know is that it’s cold, and I need that because a) it’s like a fucking sauna in here and b) I want to take the edge off my nerves a bit.

I pick a spot near the door - always a good instinct to have when in a new room where some likely illegal things are taking place - and start watching the fight. First up tonight is two guys, both of whom are clearly not skipping leg day in the gym, because they’re kickboxing and, for part-timers, doing a good job kicking the shit out of each other. It’s the first fight like this I’ve been to - I’ve sparred and watched sparring in my boxing gym before, also seen real boxing and Muay Thai fights - but there’s something a bit more desperate and unrehearsed about this that I realize I like. It helps that both guys are lean - bantamweight, I guess - and actually quite sexy… as the sweat flies off their bodies I can’t help but succumb to a brief fantasy of being up there myself, doing the punching - maybe even getting punched, and I find myself smiling like an idiot as the thought crosses my mind. Checking myself, I look around hurriedly to see if anyone’s looking at me. It appears they are aren’t, so I continue to sip my beer as the bell rings and the general hubbub of chat builds around the room. I take a breath, feel some of the anxiety dissipate, and feel a bit more centered. I’m glad I came.

17:55 Joanna_Louvier: A small bell rings as I push on the large glass door to the club, a little hole in the wall on a street lined with all kinds of odd shops and hangout spots, graffiti on every inch of every wall, a sticky film covering everything, stickers and flyers posted both inside the lobby and outside the main entrance… the last place you would expect to find a place like this. The facade is a place that sells boxing gear and other fight gear of various levels of quality, and the young guy at the counter seems like the least likely fellow to be selling such wares. He looks up from his comic book and nods, acknowledging me and instantly recognizing my shiny, custom green Muay Thai shorts that read “Louvier” in a font that imitates Thai characters… “they started an hour ago, but there’s probably still going to be one or two more tonight,” he says as he presses a button under the counter.

I hear the click as I stand next to the heavy black door in the back of the shop, adorned with a sign that reads “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.” I turn the door knob and am hit with a gust of balmy, sweaty, beer-stench ridden jungle air as I look down the cramped hallway, which is lit with red movie theater floor lights and a weak set of red ceiling lights above… I feel my havaiianas sticking to the floor with every step as I turn left, then right, then right again and find myself at the doorway to the main room of the club.

A decent crowd of people are gathered around an amateur size boxing ring, and it looks like the two guys in it are in the middle of a round break. There’s a murmur throughout the crowd and I see men, mostly older guys, calling out bets and hedges to each other from across the ring… men and women, almost all of them looking like fighters of some sort, mill about, or remain seated, some of them coupled up, some chatting in a larger group.

My eyes scout the crowd to find a good place to make camp… I’m new here, and I don’t want to come off looking like “fresh meat.” I just came from training, so I already have a layer of salty sheen on my skin, the lights radiating off my bare legs, my shoulders like armored pauldrons glistening under the harsh lighting. My white tank top showing a fresh layer of sweat due to the body heat and poor ventilation of this place, despite the large industrial fans blowing from the far corners of the room. I see a woman selling refreshments nearby. I nod to her but I’ve already got my hydration covered for now… my water bottle in hand and gym bag slung over my right shoulder.

There's an interesting mix of beer smells… obviously there’s Medalla, a local favorite in this neighborhood, then of course Singha… there are a couple vendors selling prepared meals of Puerto Rican, Greek, and Thai cuisine, although there isn’t enough space to prepare hot food. The smell of the food is just enough to make the rest of it bearable… I step forward, venturing tentatively towards the crowd as the fighters appear to be coming back to the center to resume their bout.

I got a tip about this place from a friend, who recommended it when I told him I would be in town for a few days on business… looking for a place where I could have some fun. Knowing the kind of fun I like, he said I should check this place out and find myself a “friend” to keep me entertained while I’m here. I’m not in a hurry to get into any particular kind of trouble, but there is something about travel that brings out my adventurous nature. As I near the outer row of chairs, a wave of excitement at the thought of new adventures hits me, and I feel my heart begin to flutter. I take a deep, hopeful breath of the stale, humid air, its taste strangely sweet in my lungs. Alright life, show me what you’ve got…

23:53 muaythaijay: The bells rings and the two guys are at it again. I take another sip of beer and look around some more, wondering at the myriad motivations that must be present tonight. Some folks are clearly here to make some money, judging by the amount of it that's changing hands. Others look like they've been dragged here by an over-eager partner, or even here to find a partner... in my experience boxing opens a veritable Pandora's box of carnal desires in men and women, some of whom just want to be around fighters and sample the electricity and unmasked aggression of it all.

So why the fuck am I here? is the question I'm asking myself. I certainly didn't come here for the food, or the piss-warm beer, or the VIP reception. I'm not even hugely into the science of actual boxing matches, finding most pro bouts a relative turn-off. Too much money, too much corruption, too much razzamatazz... but there's something about the vulnerability here, the unlicensed nature of it, the fantasy of being in that ring with another man or another woman - and the cavalcade of possibilities that could result when we're allowed to act out something primal and bestial.

My train of thought is interrupted by someone spilling what appears to be a cup of Coke all over my brown brogues. It's a middle-aged woman, who's very apologetic, and I try my best to hide the frustration under a fake smile as I gesture her to move along, don't worry, it's fine. Why I came here in jeans, a suit jacket and white shirt and shoes I have no idea - I guess I came here expecting Caesar's Palace rather than White Castle. As I look up, something catches my eye, a flash of green in the crowd, and I strain my neck to see.

It's the color I notice first, a vivid saturated oasis in a sea of general greyness and sweaty conformity. Then I notice the body - muscular, lithe, sweaty, with abs not dissimilar to my own. But it's the face that gets my attention as I see you move through the crowd and catch a proper glimpse. You're beautiful - but from the way you hold yourself I can tell you're strong, indomitable and - maybe it's just my mind projecting here - someone who likes to get what she wants. It's quite the combination, and for the first time tonight I feel some sense of purpose around what I'm doing... so I walk up to you, cagily at first, just keen to stand in your space and see what unfolds

07:26 Joanna_Louvier: I’m still looking around for a place to sit down as the crowd continues to mill about, some returning to their seats, eagerly watching and studying the fight with rapt attention, others still standing, more engrossed in side conversations with their friends, their partners, or with another party… Just as I’m about to sit down, I notice out of the corner of my eye… You… standing, just at the edge of my blind spot, now tentatively approaching, almost as if your body has committed to a plan of action before your mind could catch up. I decide *not* to pretend to ignore you, instead, turning to face you directly… better to head this off at the pass.

I look you up and down… sizing you up—are you friend or foe? Predator or prey? You are handsome, definitely fit, older than me, but I can’t quite tell how much older, because, god-damn, but you *are* *quite* handsome… and dressed quite conspicuously, for this place, I might add. I can tell at first glance that you are probably within an inch of my height… which is significant for me, as a woman who stands 6’2”. I can see your sculpted musculature through your suit jacket and jeans. That tells me something about you. Something important. That, and the bruises and red marks between your knuckles. I choose to file the information away for when I need it.

I walk my emerald green eyes up the buttons of your white Oxford shirt, up your neck, over your lips, your cheekbones, until they lock onto yours. It almost looks as if you try to avert your gaze at the last second, but it’s too late… you have been spotted. I have a crowbar on the windows to your soul, if only for an instant. Scanning… I see… an intensity… heat… blood, fire… I also see green grass, cool breezes, calming brooks… you pass the first test, for now.

First order of business is to find an opening, or rather, create one, so naturally I’ll start with a *jab*. “Little overdressed for this place, huh? Or did you get lost on your way to a Future Islands show?” Not that I have room to judge… it just so happened that this place turned out to be grungier than I was, even after a full day of training. You’re either new here yourself, or there’s some other reason you’re dressed up. Either way, color me intrigued…

20:00 muaythaijay: I'm 6"2, as a Northern European that makes me a lot whiter than most of the folks in this room - blue eyes, blond hair in a stylist bald fade, pale and completely overdressed for this shithole. And I thought the plan was not to stand out, is one thought that springs to mind. Some of the folks in here look like the last person they saw dressed like this was their lawyer - but I digress, and my chain of thought is interrupted by you literally stopping me in my tracks.

I didn't expect that, I won't lie, and I gulp slightly at the provocation, hoping you weren't paying any attention to my Adam's apple when that happened. You have a rigid stare that reminds me of something out of a nature documentary, when animals are hunting their prey. I suddenly feel a lot more vulnerable than I should. My plan was to sidle up to you - not get called out. I try to deadpan back at you without smiling, something I attain only partial success with. "They're really not my scene.." is the weak opener. "... but, you're right, I think unlike you I missed the memo about turning up looking like a bad 1980s Tina Turner music video".

20:09 Joanna_Louvier: Touché, sir. Well played… I muse as I hear your reply. I wonder if your sparring talents extend beyond verbal… I realize my Terminator-like gaze might have been a bit unnerving, so I make an effort to soften a bit… God, chill, Joanna… Not everything has to be a life or death struggle. Just try to be… normal… for once. “Fair enough…” I say, looking down at my own attire… “What do you say we call it a draw? Or maybe you’d be up for a tie breaker? My name’s Joanna, by the way…” I extend my hand, hoping to get yours in return…

20:11 muaythaijay: I leave the hand hanging. Textbook dick move, but you chose to come at me and it gives me a chance to see what you're like on the back foot. Truth be told I love the look, I love the slightly disheveled air, the patch of sweat on your top and the sheen on your body... I can't help but think about who the lucky person was who found themselves at the end of these fists...but of course I don't say any of this. "I didn't know we were competing", I say with a wry smile, noticing you checking yourself. "Because if we were then I'd be doing more than making fun of your gear, which" - and I can't help but soften slightly.. "pretty much beats what everyone else in here is dressed in, myself included".

20:22 Joanna_Louvier: You refuse the handshake, which is a bit off-putting, but I let it go and pretend not to have extended my hand in the first place, letting it flop back to my side. “Oh, is that so? You’re competitive, huh?” I prod back… putting a little sauce on those last two words. Jesus, is it just me or is this all happening very fast… could it be? “Please feel free to elaborate on what you mean by ‘doing more’” I’ve picked up on your slight accent, which is adding to your exotic appeal and now I cannot help but create a subconscious James Bond comparison deep in in the reptilian cortex of my brain… Stupid, stupid… “So… what brings a guy like you… to a place like this?”

20:26 muaythaijay: "You know", I offer, way quicker than my brain usually comes up with cool shit like this, "I think I might have just found my reason". This is a bit weird, I think, cruising a sweaty lady in a boxing match, but it definitely feels like this is where I want the conversation to go. "I may look like an aging hipster hedge fund manager in this getup", I say, gesturing at my suit, "but I'm a lot more comfortable wearing the kind of outfit you have on"... as I say this I gesture at you, lightly brushing your moist abs with my fist, enough to see the sheen of your sweat on them.

20:35 Joanna_Louvier: I can feel my cheeks beginning to blush as your knuckles graze my abs through my sweat soaked tank top… not good, as I’m not wearing makeup and it’s going to look pretty obvious… I move quickly to brush your hand away and take a step back, instinctively, on my right foot… “Excuse you,” I hiss, although deeper down, I am secretly purring… humming, even… I straighten up, returning my eyes to yours, remembering that I came here for pretty much the exact same reason that you just stated… and you already check a lot of boxes for me. Same height? Check. Clever? Check. Attractive? Double check. Assertive? TRIPLE check. Maybe a little *too* assertive. “Hrrhrrm…” I clear my throat… “And… exactly what kind of outfit is it, that I have on?” Say it. Say the words. I want to see you in it too.

20:39 muaythaijay: I love seeing the reaction I've provoked in you, I feel butterflies rise in my stomach slightly. Something is happening here that we can't really control... I think about what words spring to mind... cute? sexy? fucking hot? Those pop up first, but number one I'm trying to keep the power dynamic balanced in my favour here, and number two my interest in you is far more than superficial.. you look like quite the handful, in more ways than I'd care to let on. So I keep it neutral, lean in a little, getting back into your space and pretending it's because the noise of the fight is too loud - "A fighter's outfit", I whisper. "The kind of outfit someone could get in more than a little trouble wearing"

20:48 Joanna_Louvier: As you close the distance with me again, undeterred by my efforts to offer the most superficial resistance to your charms, I sense our electrical fields intersecting and I feel a deep, primal heat stirring within me… I have to consciously resist the urge to get in even closer. I do lean a bit closer to you, keeping eye contact like a wolf facing a challenge for pack dominance. “Are you the sort of person who likes to get into ‘more than a little trouble?’ By the way… you still haven’t told me your name… I suppose you like having me at a disadvantage?” I play up my best femme fatale seduction voice, just going for it now. Let’s fucking do this, mystery boy…

20:54 muaythaijay: I laugh at you, letting the tough guy act drop for a sec. This woman is quite the match, I'm thinking, along with a whole other bunch of other thoughts that send blood coursing around parts of my body that I didn't think needed it tonight. We're right in each other's faces now, staring each other down, for a second I think about how it would feel to touch lips and then check myself, don't be a fucking idiot, dude. Play it cool. "Believe it or not I do", I reply, again fixated on you, the dimples of sweat on your cheeks, the fact that you look fucking INCREDIBLE without makeup on... "And you can call me Jay, Joanna". I pull back a bit, smiling. "Double J, right?"

21:04 Joanna_Louvier: “Jay… Nice.” I say, taking a moment to let it settle on my tongue, letting the flavor roll around… Cyanocitta… of the family Corvidae. Cousins of crows and magpies. Aggressive, vain and highly intelligent. How fitting. I break the intense stare down in an effort to set up the logistics of whatever the fuck we are about to do to each other. “So… you want to uh… get out of here? I’m actually not from here. I’m traveling for work and I’m staying in a hotel a few blocks away… not exactly the best place for what —I think— you are suggesting… and… DO correct me if I am wrong about that.” I give you an eyebrow raise, signaling that I trust you to know what I mean.

21:09 muaythaijay: Fuck, this is happening way quicker than I expected, is all I can think, and I feel that familiar ever-so-male mild drop of the stomach pit as I realize yes, this is real, and I don't know if I'm going to be able to back up all the fronting I'm delivering here. I'm hoping you don't see that brief shadow of insecurity on my brow, instead pushing on... "Well I see you're already dressed for it, I've got my gym bag in the car... " and I smile again, really fighting the urge not to just put my hand on your shoulder, feel us connect again... "and I don't recall suggesting anything - it seems like all you", I say with a wink, noticing some notes of perfume in your musk as I lean in... definitely some bergamot, very earthy and sweet. For a second I wonder what other tastes and smells your body holds, my mind working overdrive.

21:35 Joanna_Louvier: Wait, did he suggest it, or did I? Or did someone else? Some unknown third party? Fuck it. I don’t care. However we got here, what matters is, here we are… I think about you, your car, your gym bag… I think about getting in your car with you… no, can I do that? Should I? How do I know I can trust you? I can take care of myself, of course, but… Well, it’s not like you’re offering me a drink or trying to get something from me that I wouldn’t mind… parting with… I take in your scent as your face hovers mere inches from mine, I notice notes of lemon, lavender, black pepper… pine… you’re not like any of the other men I’ve dated in the past. So unlike them, it’s a little scary. You are uncharted territory. Like a wild, pine-lush mountain trail… “It doesn’t matter who suggested what. You just told me—you are a fighter. You have your gym bag with you…” I nod to my bag, slung on my shoulder… “I’ve got my 10 oz Hayabusas, mouthguard… everything right here. Here’s my question. Where do you want to do this? Somewhere… private?” I hope… goddamn, I hope you do…

21:39 muaythaijay: "Well..." I begin, talking before I really start thinking about what I'm saying... "If you're OK with fighting somewhere that doesn't smell like someone farted in a pita oven, then I have a mat room in my garage". I read you, eagerly, trying to work out what you're really looking for... "I also have free drinks", I add, "also a shower... and a whole bunch of Future Islands albums for us to listen to together"

21:46 Joanna_Louvier: I try to suppress a grin at your offers of hospitality… and at the idea of us listening to music together when we’re done having it out. “Mmm… that sounds lovely… all of it…” almost too good to be true, but, I’ve been traveling for several days now and it will be really nice to not have to rough it for a change. Wow, a private match in a suburban garage… definitely a new experience. “Count me in.”

21:54 muaythaijay: It's funny, I feel we've become fast friends since our initial encounter. And you know what? For the duration of this whole encounter I haven't paid one slightest bit of fucking notice to the fight, something I'm reminded of when one of the poor guys gets knocked on his ass, fails to get up for the ten count and then the bell rings. "Brilliant" I say.. "So, unless you want to stay here and spend all night watching others fight, let's do it"... I walk out the door, gesturing for you to follow me.

21:58 Joanna_Louvier: “Brilliant… yes…” I mumble to myself, half-imitating your cute accent, hoping you don’t notice, feeling stupefied at the realization of what is playing out… but giddy with anticipation, at the same time… “Lead the way, Jay… lead the way…” I say as I walk out of the boxing club with you.

*time passes by, we flirt a little more during the short drive, taking in the Winkler Laundromat on the way, then arrive at my house, not far from the city but detached with front and back yard

22:23 muaythaijay: I'm in the bathroom adjacent to the garage gym, heart fluttering slightly as I think about what's about to unfold. I had a quick shower, feeling dank and sweaty after being in that club... and for some inexplicable reason I give my nostril hairs a quick shave. It's been a while since I entertained female company here - long story - and the old habits are coming back for sure. I lightly apply some baby oil to my abs, pulling on a pair of white satin muay thai trunks with red ribbon trim. They're on before I realize I didn't bother putting anything on underneath... this is de rigeur for the fights I've had lately with some of the guys I met, but I think about the appropriateness of this for the occasion.... and, for some reason I can't quite fully verbalize, I decide to stay commando. As I put my white mouthguard in and walk into the garage with my gloves and handwrap under my arm, I realize I want you to see how powerful this body is - and all of it.

22:37 Joanna_Louvier: Jay was kind enough to set me up with a place to shower and change, a guest room with a small bathroom off from the side. There isn’t much to choose from in terms of bath products, evidence that you’ve had this big place mostly to yourself for some time now… won’t read too much into that. But it’s nice to just have a moment to myself, and to be able to just get clean. Thank GOD you have a hair dryer set up in here. I was overdue for a wash, but I don’t want to put us behind on time… I take a moment to just feel the warm water and the body wash pouring over my skin, looking myself up and down… I still have bruises on my legs from my last sparring session. Fortunately, I shaved them last night. My abs are looking great. They will be on display tonight, and will be doing a lot of work as well…

I feel that flutter, that warmth of anticipation, not just at the prospect of a moment of mutual, shared, consensual violence between us, but at what it might lead to. I love to put a guy to the test. I love the thrill of the hunt, the rush of combat, the thrill of conquest… the uncertainty of knowing whether I will end up on top… or be conquered myself… All I know is that we are both fighters, and physically, we are a close match, if not exact. Not just physically, mentally too. Emotionally. I’m getting ahead of myself again… I slip into my green sports bra with Artemis’s bow emblazoned on it. No blood sacrifices for this fight. I have other fluids in mind for you. I slip my green Muay Thai trunks back on… and only my trunks. After that shower, I can’t really bear slipping my sweaty bikini briefs back on. And who knows, maybe it’s part of the plan… I grab my wraps, gloves, and mouthguard, and come out to meet you.

I walk out to the garage and there you are, standing naked but for a pair of white trunks with red trim. Your physique looks incredible… I get butterflies, for multiple reasons. “Alright, you ready? Im ready,” I say, as I begin wrapping my hands… “You have any rules you want to set, or are we keeping this casual?”

22:54 muaythaijay: Fuck me, look at her. Seeing you in the dim light of the garage, after a shower, in the heat (I've put a heater on to about 80 degrees)... makes me feel I need to take another shower myself. I start wrapping my hands, taking in the room - so glad I tidied it up last week, it's full of the usual miscellany of tools, Christmas decorations, gym gear... and a bunch of black crash mats I've fashioned into a workable ring. I notice some stains on the mat from my last encounter that I would have done a better job of cleaning at the last pass, but given where we've come from I figure this feels sufficiently sterile and clean for two consenting adults to knock the shit out of each other.

"I think let's keep it loose, see who comes out on top" is all I can think to say. "But we're both amateur fighters and professional business folks, so let's hold back a bit on the headshots, right?" I laugh. "It takes a lot of exfoliation to look this young at 40 - and you need to keep your looks for the next Thunderdome video shoot"

23:12 Joanna_Louvier: I flip my hair at your Thunderdome reference, giving you a little flash of my teeth, playing it up a bit… “sounds good to me. I’ll try to feel this out as best I can… definitely don’t want to have to end abruptly due to a senseless injury.” I am a trained fighter, and so much of what I do is based on training and honed reflexes. I think tonight is somewhere between sparring and competition… dangerous territory, but… danger can be sexy. I finish wrapping my hands and pop my green mouthguard in. Pull my hair back in a scrunchie and pop my headband down under my bangs. Then I strap my green 10 oz Hayabusa Muay Thai gloves on… get to my feet, bouncing in a kickboxing stance, toenails painted dark blue, slightly chipped but looking alright… looking at you to see if you’re ready.

23:15 muaythaijay: I smile, thinking I can't quite believe we're here doing this, and slip my red 10oz DX gloves on. I'm used to a bell ringing, some kind of round structure, but tonight the idea of just hitting each other, testing each other's will out, seeing who's strongest.... feels like the best idea. I hammer my gloves together a couple of times with a loud CRACK, exhaling through my nose, amping myself up and I touch gloves with you and start bouncing on my leg, pacing around you, testing your legs with an inoffensive left kick...

23:28 Joanna_Louvier: I see you smile through your mouthguard, and I smile back… first date, a kickboxing match in your garage… that’s some real shit. Always separated business and pleasure before. Well, we’ll see about pleasure. Business comes first. Smacking my gloves together, I circle my arms and get in a couple big jumps before coming to meet you in the middle of this very informal set of mats… the mats do feel firm and steady under my feet… I’m guessing this isn’t the first time you’ve done this here, either. Come to meet you in the middle and touch gloves, moving back a little and to my right. Weight on my back leg. Southpaw. OK, fine. FUCK. Fine. You swing your left leg at me with a left roundhouse kick… I bring my right knee up to meet my elbow and check it… bring it down and throw my left to your body… your ribs… to test your guard, or your liver… whichever I end up hitting :)

23:31 muaythaijay: BOOM! where the fuck did that come from! Your left glances off my elbow and hits my side, just hard enough for me to reconsider any notion that tonight was going to be a walkover. Not the best opening salvo from me - I dance to the right, leaning in slightly, feinting a right jab towards your shoulder but following with what I hope is a pretty hard cross to the top of your ribcage. This one's got a bit more weight behind it, I'm feeling the blood flow and the rush of adrenaline a bit here...

23:38 Joanna_Louvier: I grin as I can see you felt that… hope you put a little more muscle into your next strike, boy… not that I didn’t feel your first kick… I just expected you to “mean it” a little more… my heart rate is definitely taking off now as I can begin to feel we are definitely, no two ways about it, fighting right now. I see your right jab coming aimed at my shoulder and I raise my guard by a hair… not worried about my shoulder in any case… it’s a feint though, and I feel that left cross THUMP into my chest, putting me on the back foot by sheer force alone… ok, you’ve got some power now… I grin again… Not having enough balance to throw a teep with my right like I would prefer, I settle for shooting out my left to your solid wall of upper abdominal muscles, wanting you to feel the ball of my foot and wanting to touch the hard muscles under that smooth skin of yours...

23:44 muaythaijay: I'm enjoying the wash of endorphins across my body as we battle, drinking in the immediacy and violence of what's unfolding - maybe a little too much as my hands are caught way too high around my head - focus, asshole, no need to guard your head today - and I take the full force of your kick in my abs. Sweat and baby oil fly off as the rugged thick skin of your heel connects with the dimples in my six-pack, and I'm partially winded, thinking your nails look great for a second before trying to grab your outstretched left leg and sweeping your right out from under you... about time someone put you on your ass, lady ...

23:52 Joanna_Louvier: THWAP!… My ass hits the mats and the rest of me follows immediately… what can I say? I love a guy who knows how to sweep me off my feet… I look up at you and kind of roll my eyes while forcing myself to smile, just drinking in the energy and the electrochemistry occurring in my body in this particular moment… I get back to standing, trusting you will give me a second before taking it to me again… I bring my guard in close and go in low and out to my right, twisting for a big right hook to your open left side, although it’s hard to reach… will try to come back up and throw a right knee to follow up and get my arms around those big, handsome shoulders, looking to get in close with you…

23:58 muaythaijay: Oof! sharp intake of breath seeing you hit the mat there, impressed at how I rescued a move like that from essentially having my guard down. You've still got the magic, stud, I laugh to myself, but also feel a twinge in my stomach seeing you on the mat, momentarily defenseless and vulnerable, wondering if I'll get to see that again... and maybe wondering too much, because by the time I see your right hook coming I can only twist my body slightly to soften the blow - ouch - before you follow up with the knee, which causes some pain to my waist but doesn't wind me... all I can do at this stage is lean in to the clinch, slightly off balance, leaning in maybe a bit too much and brushing against your face, for one second smelling your perfume and your hair... I wrap my arms around you, jerking my waist back to try and unleash a whipping side knee to your right side, just like I'd been taught in Muay Thai class, grunting as I do so...

00:07 Joanna_Louvier: It’s been forever since I practiced Muay Thai proper… I’ve always integrated it into my “holsistic” bastardized MMA approach, in true colonizer fashion… but enough politics… your left knee smacks into the right hand side of my ribs and I begin to regret going for the clinch ever so slightly… I throw my left knee to your ribs up high and try to beat you to the punch, hoping you’ll try to throw your right next… come on, Jo, you can hang with this guy… he’s just *some guy*… or is he?

00:10 muaythaijay: This feels.... pretty awesome... is my thought process as I feel the reverberations of that knee tremble through your body. I realize how tight we're locked together, how the sweat from our bodies is mingling, how I'm tuned into every muscle... I feel the right side of your body bristle slightly, so dig a fairly non committal right hook into your lateral ab, trying to weaken your left side after reading your body...

00:16 Joanna_Louvier: I feel that right hook hit my ribs, feeling the non-commitment of it all… wonder if that’s a red flag… Still hurts though, in the best kind of way. I kind of grunt and laugh a little as my head presses onto your chest… breathing in your scents deeply as I control my breathing and focus on endurance as I show you just how committed I can be… throwing a right hook of my own to your ribs, then doubling up… yeah, showing you how it’s done…

00:20 muaythaijay: Fuck, this is hot, I think, as our bodies pulse together and a stray hair of yours crosses my face in the clinch. What's NOT hot is the right hook - focus, for fuck's sake - I'm thinking as it lands with a meaty CRACKagainst my ribs, right on the thinner, less muscular part. I get my elbow back in quickly enough to dampen the second one, but that fucking hurt, and before I can really stop myself I lift my right elbow back and hammer it, brutally, into your left shoulder, the muscle memory and pain forcing me to react waaay more aggressively and painfully than we'd agreed

00:29 Joanna_Louvier: I feel your body shift and feel the rush of air coming between us, breaking up the sweaty disco clinch I was so enjoying when your right elbow jabs into my shoulder like a polio vaccine syringe… FUCK… I FELT that one.. there he is… More of that aggression, Jay-bird… more… my left arm actually goes kind of tingly and I feel like this is as good a time as any to switch into Southpaw myself… it’s an adaptive stance, but I’m definitely right handed all the way… I see the intensity in your eyes and I bring mine up to meet them, looking for you in there as I give a big grin and a wordless nod, as if to say, “I’m OK with that if you are,” I plan to lead with my legs since I’m more ambidextrous with them, sending left leg round kick to you from southpaw this time, keeping my guard solid at body level…

15:30 muaythaijay: For a brief nanosecond I feel a pang of regret seeing how much that hurt you… but the momentary regret of trying to hurt someone so striking, so beautiful gives way to a deeper well of something more primitive, and I can see in the fervour and sheen of your eyes that you’ve also tapped into this deep, black well inside you. Ummfff is the sound as your leg connects with my side, and I can feel from the intention that you’re not holding back any. Your kick knocks me off balance slightly to my left, and while I regain balance I automatically throw an optimistic but determined straight right towards your exposed chin, once again my body forgetting the guidelines we set up to stop this kind of thing from happening… fuck it feels good though

18:52 Joanna_Louvier: I’ve gotten slightly more comfortable with my guard lowered somewhat, due to our agreement to “hold back a bit on the headshots,” which is why I’m taken completely by surprise when your right straight comes screaming at my… chin? SMACK! I’m rocked back a step and slightly stunned, sweat and spittle flying from my face, but I managed to move my gloves up slightly before the impact, taking some of the raw knockout power out of your punch, but still, I feel the shockwaves in my head and my fight or flight response is fully activated now, and naturally, I choose “fight”…

Right, now it’s a proper fight… I can tell you were making an honest effort to resist the urge to use full force, but none of that matters anymore. And frankly, I’m fine with that, as long as I don’t end up buried in your backyard. Right now, my priority is to match your aggression and beat you on tactics and technique.

We’re a close match, almost exact in terms of height and weight, but you’re a guy, and at our level of fitness, that gives you some considerable natural advantages in terms of brute strength. I can tell my strikes are having an effect on you, and I am hoping that is because my muscles are more highly trained than yours. I know how much of a difference that can make… it is not trivial. It’s going to be a real dogfight due to our range being the same, but I’m hungry for it now. I approach again, hands higher now, feinting a teep with my leading right leg, raising my right knee to chamber the feint, then jumping off my left and shooting my right leg back while throwing my left to *your* chin in a superwoman punch…

19:56 muaythaijay: CRACK! You’d’ve thought that after hitting you with your guard down I’d be prepped for you doing something similar, but I guess once again I’ve underestimated the size of the challenge that you can pose. This one comes right out of nowhere, like an idiot I dipped my chin down to look at your leg and counter it, leaving my mouth exposed, arms all over the place, so I take this shot quite dirtily on the mouth, spit flying and my eyes wincing in pain for a second. Amateur fucking mistake. I lean back, smile a little at you as for the first time I can taste some blood in my mouth, must’ve broken my lip slightly with the impact.

Remember your muay thai training, I’m thinking, as I circle back to the left, right knee popping up and down to keep you at bay and keep you guessing, while in my mind I’m thinking I want to hurt her… “Good shot there”, I offer as sardonically as I can, trying to goad you into making some kind of move that I can capitalize on and punish you for… all the while fighting a growing sense of awe at your body, your strength and your fuck-off ATTITUDE…

20:15 Joanna_Louvier: There, that ought to set you straight… seeing you reckon with my power, making you feel pain… it’s giving me a hell of a rush… watching those gears turn in your head… you know what you have to do. Let’s see if you can keep up. I can tell by your verbal remark and your easing back with your right leg bouncing, ready to be weaponized at a moment’s notice if given the right opportunity. Not something to take lightly. I may have landed the most recent strike, but you are still very much in this fight and you could drop me with one kick if I’m not careful. I circle to my left to stay in southpaw with you, before stepping in with a long range jab to your guard, not actually trying to hit but rather to draw you out, then stepping out to the left and bringing my right leg back to try to make you miss if you try to counter…

20:23 muaythaijay: I’m enjoying the brief respite as we try and get the angle on each other, the sheen on our muscles now quite apparent as the heater and our bodies do the work. It’s starting to feel like that ring room in here, thankfully minus the regurgitated Gyro smells. I move in, a little more focused now - pain can do that to you - and I see the jab, see the twitch in the muscles of the leg… so I spring forward, reducing the impact of the jab and trying to get my arms around your back, back into the clinch where I know I can show some superiority.

As I grab the back of your neck with my left glove, my stronger arm, I move in and hope you’re looking at the leading limb while trying to hit you as hard as I can with a punishing right hook to your sides, thinking that if I break your core in the clinch then it’ll be easy to finish you off at a distance when the time is right. I groan a little as our bodies collide, lip still throbbing but enjoying every minute of the battle

20:42 Joanna_Louvier: I fire off the jab, and you just charge in and grab me for another clinch… wasn’t expecting it, but I should have, given that you have a major advantage here… your left glove around the back of my neck… I feel you using your strength to hold me in place. I know your right is free to throw a punch, and my left arm has stayed down to guard my ribs… it still hurts like hell when your right hook slams with bone crushing power into my left side… Shit, bad intentions, and we’re in close now… between my shoulder being stabbed by your elbow earlier, and now this, my left arm is taking some damage… need to push back. I pull myself close to you with my right glove to dampen your effectiveness… my breasts pressing directly into your pectorals, brushing my hips against yours… I don’t think you’re wearing a jock… I can feel your junk loose in your shorts…smelling your scent, being in this hot garage, our bodies colliding… this… complicates things…

I have to do damage now or you’re going to hurt me… I bring my right knee out to the side and try to swing it into your side, your ribs or abs… not having a clear preference for targets but just wanting to land a hard knee on you, knowing you will have a harder time blocking with your left arm up there…

20:53 muaythaijay: Yassss, I think as the thump connects. It was my weaker hand, but the look on your face tells me that it hurt, and that just makes me even wilder as you pull me in, our bodies totally connected for the first time, sweat dripping off us now. I’m still leaning behind you but as you move your head back I get a taste of sweat off your face, which makes me momentarily wonder at all the different tastes that powerhouse body of yours could offer someone as voracious as me… for the first time I feel a slight tumescence between my legs, largely the result of those incredible tits of yours pushed up into me…but the thoughts come quickly…

keep your fucking mind on the fight, you’ve got the advantage… your knee schleps into my left side with a wet crack, too close to be a show-stopper but a reminder of the incredible power you have.. I bite down on my mouthguard with the pain, once again reacting with ferocity as I move my left glove off your shoulder…feint pulling back but set myself up for a fucking VICIOUS right elbow that starts in my waist, shoots up through my arm and right towards the left hand side of your face.. fucking take THAT!

21:17 Joanna_Louvier: Before I can realize what has happened—WHACK!—I feel a sharp, stinging pain in my temple as my head is rocked to my right, making me stumble, falling to one knee… I see a droplet of blood hit the mat, inches below where my face is hovering… What the fuck… OK, motherfucker… I force myself up to my feet, half expecting you to just go for an MMA-style mount and finish me… I’m not quite sure how bad it looks, but it feels like I just got hit with a Louisville Slugger… I pause for a second to get my hands up and get you back in my sights… Alright, now you really mean it. That’s what I wanted… even if I never said so. I’ve awakened that in you now… it’s up to me now… to tame you or be tamed, myself…

21:24 muaythaijay: I feel a pang of regret when I see you go down… intellectually my instinct is to want to put an arm around you, extinguish that almost doe-eyed look of fear and panic that momentarily flashed across your face when you looked up at me… but the rational part of my brain’s momentarily disengaged, I’m a fucking wounded animal right now… kill or be killed…. Break them or be broken… “GET UP!” I shout, thumping my gloves together with an almighty CRACK… no touching gloves for me, I simply take note of the knee you just pushed yourself up on - it was your left - and briefly coil up before aiming a savage right roundhouse kick right above the knee, thinking of nothing other than actually fucking snapping you.. "uuurghh!!"

21:37 Joanna_Louvier: Hearing you shout at me to get up… you’re not the least bit concerned that maybe we’ve crossed into the point of no return… Your killer instinct is taking over. Well. I have one of those, too. I see your muscles respond as your reptile brain commands them to load and deliver a classic “leg kick” to my left thigh, just above the knee, targeting the peroneal nerve, which is a well known target in kickboxing and MMA due to the fact that getting kicked there can hobble a fighter, causing intense pain, and open them up to more punishing strikes… of course I know how to recognize one and even after that headshot, I can react fast enough to bring my leg up, and as you over-rotate I bring my left foot back down and come at your (likely) exposed jawline with a hard jab-cross combination—the jab to knock your guard away and the cross to deliver the real power… you’re going to pay for this, bastard…

21:51 muaythaijay: Bitch! I curse myself as you read my obviously telegraphed kick and it hits your leg with a lot less ferocity than I intended. I’m astounded at how hard we’re fighting, harder in fact than any man I’ve fought with before and with such intense energy that I can almost feel it buzzing in my ears. As I get lost in this thought you give me something to really think about - my distracted guard sploofed away easily by your jab, then - FUCK - I see it coming, almost in slow motion, the cross hits me right in the face with an almighty, sickening CRACK, splitting my nose, bringing tears to my eyes and sending me a good couple of metres back.

For one instant I feel like crying as my pain receptors fizzle across my head… checking myself, i draw a rapid intake of breath, raise my guard, try to ignore the throb between my eyes and the rivulets of sweat and blood on my face and try to keep you at bay with some right jabs, trying to buy time while my nervous system rerights itself

22:07 Joanna_Louvier: Score. That’ll teach you to fuck with this bitch. I hear your nose crack when my cross connects… not my intention, but maybe this will give your brain a chance to remember that you’re on a date and not in a championship match. You’re trying to get your bearings again… I’m not exactly feeling super fresh myself right now, my head still throbbing from that elbow shot earlier… I keep the pressure on, circling around you to my right in southpaw as you throw jabs to keep me at bay… I try to duck under one of your jabs and throw a body jab with my right to your solar plexus before darting back again… trying to use my speed to break the tie in our reach… come on, come back to Earth, Jay…

22:16 muaythaijay: Ussss! Usss! Usss! The sound of our quick breaths in succession as we throw punches at each other, the crack of our fists on our bruised bodies, the STINK of hormones in the air… it’s a heady scene for anyone to drink in, and despite the pain in my face I can still appreciate how fucking hot this whole experience is. Took it too far there, bud…I think, fucked around and found out. The jab you throw is strong, but you’re too busy trying to get out of the way and retreat to give it the full commitment it needs. With my strength and core, all I need is one of those badboys in the right position at the bottom of your ribs and it’s goodnight, Vienna. I lift my right glove to my nose, rapidly expelling a whole bunch of blood, sweat and other horrible shit from my nose, then thrust forward, trying to wind you with a strong right teep kick aimed right in the middle of your breasts.. uurrgh!

22:34 Joanna_Louvier: As I continue circling you, I can sense a slight change in your expression… you seem to be thinking again… your consciousness has re-emerged and you’re reassessing… as I go in low for another body shot, you manage to square yourself up to me in time to load a powerful right teep that hits me square between my tits, WHUMP, which at this point are clearly showing through my sweat-soaked top… your kick sending waves of pain as the impact radiates through my body, knocking me back on my ass, and knocking the air out of my lungs… I roll back to try to get to my feet, but… my body won’t let me… I’m on my knees and elbows just… stuck, trying to remember how to breathe… Normally there would be a ten count here but I’m not sure what this means for us… I suck in breath as much as I can and punch the floor as I start to get up…

22:39 muaythaijay: Fuck, this is intense, I’m thinking. Either of us could end up winning this…. But then as I see you struggling to get up I question the word “win”. What am I trying to prove here? Why are we kicking the shit out of each other? I can’t really resist offering you an arm to help you up at this stage, outstretching my right arm as I say, contritely, “I guess we both got into it a bit more than we expected”

22:50 Joanna_Louvier: I don’t need you to help me up… I think, frustrated and humiliated to be in this position… just don’t deck me before I can get my hands up, asshole… I refuse your offer, taking a few more seconds before getting to one knee… “hey, I didn’t say anything about being done here…” I want to apologize for your nose, but I’m not ready to stop this fight right now. I don’t want to end it on this note. This wasn’t a mistake. We were getting somewhere… Finally, I get to my feet and look you in the eye, cracking a smile and bringing my gloves up towards you to offer a quick touch. “I got a little heated too, but… I was having fun… come on… one more round?”

22:54 muaythaijay: I smile slightly, looking like I’m backing away. “You know, to be honest I think this has run its course”, I say, keeping my eyes on you to distract you. “If we keep at it at this rate”, I continue, keeping you focused on me quitting, “then someone’s going to get really..” - and quick as a flash, like the asshole I am, I throw a light, mocking left cross right at your chin, yelling “HURT” with a massive big shit-eating grin on my face, staring you down, every muscle in my body saying fucking bring it then!

23:04 Joanna_Louvier: As you condescend to me, I am studying your movements, knowing I’m not out of the woods yet, not by a long shot… I’m standing with my left in front as you punctuate your last word but I’m ready for you as your left cross shoots out at my chin, slipping down and to my left, keeping my right by my chin as my left comes in for a body uppercut, hoping to follow up with a right knee to those sexy abs and getting you in a clinch again… and this time, I’m not letting go of you so easily…

23:10 muaythaijay: This woman just will NOT fucking back down, I’m thinking, seeing the hunger in your eyes and how readily you get off the floor and get straight back to the task of knocking seven shades of shit out of me. I see the uppercut, expecting it after seeing you duck my cross like the well-trained fighter you are, but as I move forward I take the knee right in the middle of my six pack, grunting with an audibly pained exhale that sounds like a WHOOOOT and sends me into the relatively safe harbor of the clinch.

I wrap my arms around your neck, pressing against you, once again noticing the feel of those damp breasts on my chest, the smell of your musk, the stray blond hairs on your neck and how the light hits the sweat on them…. What a sensory overload. I’m trying to ragdoll you now, just like I’ve seen the fighters in Thailand do, pushing hard and twisting our bodies to weaken your core and open those abs up for a knee. My tongue grazes your neck and for the first time I think how incredible it would be to plant more than a punch there… focus, motherfucker…. I’m lining up what seems like the perfect right knee to your side, looking to create the opening for the body blow to end all body blows… and as I pull your body left I expose your left side, aiming a viscous side knee at you with a grunt and noticing for the first time the growing damp patch of green in the center of your trunks

23:30 Joanna_Louvier: I’m a woman on a mission… I felt something in that clinch, right before you decided it was open season on my cranium… And I want that something back. My upper has little effect on you but my knee scores, with just the right amount of power… Suddenly, we are back at it again in the clinch… you manage to get your arms around my neck despite my initiating the clinch with the knee strike, but your strength advantage gives you the edge there, and now I’m on defense again… that’s when I feel your fully erect cock, through your trunks, brushing up against my waistline as you rag doll me back and forth… Feeling your strength, taking in your scent, standing toe to toe with you but somehow feeling slightly overpowered at the same time… I am hypnotized by you, by your energy, your muscles, your skin, your breath, your… tongue? on my neck.

I am getting there, closer than ever now to just… giving in to you, letting you take me… I finally realize my trunks are soaked, so much so that I’m starting to get my wetness all over yours… I have half a mind to just pull both of our trunks off and jump your bones standing here as we are… Ugh… hold on, just a little longer… WHAP! Your right knee collides with my left side, the pain is intense, but just bearable… I could try to fight for position, but honestly, I’m not going to have another chance like this… I bring my left arm up behind your head, bringing your face in closer to mine… pulling you into me as I thrust my body into you, locking my lips with yours, mouthguards be damned!

15:58 muaythaijay: My ears are ringing with a deep hummm as we tangle in the clinch, nose not quite broken but still sending waves of pain across my face and it’s almost as an afterthought that I notice how hard I am, checking in momentarily at the fact that without any conscious thought I’m driving my erection into your waist and drinking in the fog of sweat and oestrogen sticking to your skin like a sheen… this is an interesting development, I think, a sentiment further compounded when you lean in and kiss me… what the actual fuck?

For a quick moment I feel the salt on your lips and a small magic as our faces connect, but my instinct is to push you back, with a quizzical look on my face, so enthralled was I in the act of fighting that this seemed to be something approaching “too much”. But in that beat, for the first time I take a deep breath, momentarily slipping out of fight or flight mode, checking in with a new, rising series of emotions that your clumsy, mouthguardy kiss has unfettered in me… I smile, spit out the mouthguard and lean back in to your personal space, now acutely aware of the swelling in my white trunks… I say nothing, trying to read your face for the next move.

16:38 Joanna_Louvier: As you pull back from my lips, I watch those pretty pale blue eyes of yours studying me, and I try to read the thoughts behind them… I know your fight response is on a hair trigger, and I’m playing with fire… but I can’t help but be all the more turned on by you now that I’ve discovered just how dangerous you can be… I see that “what the fuck” look in your eyes… come on, I know you want this… I can smell it on you…

I feel your muscles twitch as you almost push me away, and for a moment, I feel a pit of disappointment forming in my gut. Then I see you crack that smile and spit out your mouthguard, and I turn my head slightly and do the same… come on, almost there… don’t fuck this up… my eyes locking again with yours, feeling that magnetic pull of your body on mine, my gloved hands slowly sliding down your back and your side as I simply return your gaze, just hovering closer, closer, closer to you, my waistline once again a mere half an inch from yours, the hairs of my navel grazing your own… my hardened nipples brushing against your firm pecs and my lips, agape, hovering just a breath away from yours… your move, Jay…

18:02 muaythaijay: Wow, I think. I want to absolutely fucking devour this woman. The pain in my face easing slightly, the fog of adrenaline giving way to a novel, almost perplexing rush of endorphins as I stare back at you, the bestial part of me wanting to split those muscular legs open and just fucking…. MATE with you right here and now, but a voice in my head saying take it easy, Jay, slow it down…. So I lean my head forward onto yours, our sweat mingling, pulling off my gloves and for the first time feeling my hands on the silky fabric of your rump, eyes locked on yours, smiling as I give your right buttock a playful squeeze, drinking in the pleasure of being so intimately locked tight with you.

18:22 Joanna_Louvier: You lean your forehead on mine, and I let my lips graze against the prickly blonde hairs of your neatly trimmed beard… “Mmmfhh!…” I give a playful squeal as I feel your wrapped hand grip my ass like the perfectly marbled piece of meat that it is, your scent burning in my nostrils, as the capillaries in my lungs ache from the high-octane struggle that preceded this moment. Meanwhile, my lips down below are swelling in anticipation… I feel like a dam that is on the verge of a breach… of my own sexual appetites… or yours… not sure which point of failure will occur first… I don’t think it has ever happened so quickly, wanting a man inside me so soon the way I do now… have to keep up appearances… at least act like you want to take it slow, you tramp… I struggle with my gloves trapped behind your back, wanting to tear them off but not wanting to pull my body away from yours, enjoying the contact too much… maybe I’ll just let you lead and see where this goes…

18:33 muaythaijay: Someone has to say SOMETHING, right? I’m thinking, lost in the deep pools of those eyes, realising that without even thinking about it I’m slowly thrusting my cock into your midsection, such is the intense gravitational pull between us… the feeling of the satin against the head of my swollen member already sparking huge tingling feelings in me as I let my lips brush yours lightly, noticing for the first time the sweet, warm tang of your cunt on my nostrils, driving me even wilder than before. A million things to say float through my head, many of them cheesy, but as I start toying with your green waistband playfully all I can offer is “that was quite the fight, babe”

18:45 Joanna_Louvier: I’m swirling in a sensory bath of oxytocin, dopamine, adrenaline and of course, a healthy mix of *other* chemical signals as your silk-clad cock brushes under my belly button… fuck… you are *right there* in front of me, huh… you toy with my waistband and I finally manage to get my arms up over your shoulders, and as you deliver your color commentary, I bring my forearms together behind your head, at once pulling your lips in fully with mine, and finally getting a grip on the Velcro strap of my right glove using my left… eagerly tearing it off as I give your lower lip a gentle nibble… for a moment my instinct is to go heel and say “fuck the fight,” but honestly, fuck that… it was a good fight. “Fucking incredible fight, Jay…” I whisper, breathlessly in between tastes of your lips and tongue, my wrapped hands finally combing through your neatly faded hair…

18:50 muaythaijay: Mmmm there’s a warmth coursing through all of my body now as for the first time our bodies relax and I start to see and feel a tenderness that was far removed from the situation just five minutes ago when we were trying to split each other open. Now I’m fighting an increasing urge to split you open in a whole different way, but other, more tender emotions that frankly I wasn’t prepared for are washing over me as your hands course through my hair. My tongue tastes your mouth, feeling some blood in there, sliding against yours tenderly as I cautiously slip my right hand further past your waistband, past the soaking fabric and for the first time onto your vulva, which I swear makes the wettest fucking noise imaginable as I start to softly parse your labia, unable to resist moaning myself when I feel how fucking wet you are for me.

19:02 Joanna_Louvier: God, yessss… I’m just drinking you in, tasting you, smelling you, my fingers hungrily taking in every square inch of your skin… you fucking sexy beast—holyyyy FUUCKKK… An overpowering wave of pleasure hits me as your fingers plunge down to the warm, wet flesh of my vulva, sending tingles of electricity through me that make me shudder audibly with anticipation, my knees weak, wobbling like jello, something you couldn’t quite achieve with violence, but not for lack of trying… I let my right hand journey down your chest, your abs, studying the soft firmness of the well trained muscles draped under your alabaster skin… finally letting my fingers find their way to your waistband… sliding my palm against your groin, coming up from below, first gently cupping your balls, then taking a firm, but tender grip on your throbbing cock, all below the elastic waistband of those silken white shorts…

19:11 muaythaijay: FUCK ME! I wasn’t prepared for that, but by now I know that every reaction from me, however deft or strong, is met by an equal, opposite and equally firm reaction from yourself… this is absolutely incredible are words that spring to mind as I feel a tenderness in your grip on the shaft of my phallus that surprises and delights me in equal measure. The idea of battling with you again, locked together like this while we bring each other to loud paroxysms of utter pleasure, briefly crosses my mind, but the fact is I’m hungry for all of you. I feel your muscles respond as I deftly work the lips of your pussy, enjoying the friction of your small patch of hair as my fingers probe a little deeper, teasingly working their way around the top of your vulva until - there she is, here we go - they pull a wet flap of skin back to ease onto the engorged, rotund sweetness of your clit, which I circle one finger around, buzzing at the look in your eyes when I zero in on it.

19:25 Joanna_Louvier: “Mmmmm…” I give a barely perceptible moan and my eyebrows arc upwards, my forehead wrinkling in an almost plaintive expression… I’m at a loss for words to describe exactly what you’re doing to me right now… it’s entirely too much, but in the best way possible… I lower my head to rest where your neck meets your collarbone on your right side, breathing hot breaths of savage lust onto your throat as you mercilessly target my defenseless clit, my grip on your cock can’t compare to the pleasure you are giving me and I know I have to shed my handwraps if I want to have any hope of keeping up… I release your engorged member and pull my right hand from your shorts, eagerly working to unwrap my hands as I lean into you, trying to stay upright as fatigue and pleasure conspire to bring me to my knees.

19:35 muaythaijay: This is absolutely incredible, we are SO into each other… I teasingly adjust my angle and velocity on your clitoris, rubbing a little harder and bringing a second finger into the mix, feeling it grow some more. “Well”, I giggle, watching you take your wraps off, “this is awkward”, laughingly using my teeth to pull off my own left wrap while still expertly working your sex… off it comes and, what the hell, I swap hands, hardly missing a beat and thinking look at this ambidextrous motherfucker right here as I work on my right hand and my left finds your “spot” almost immediately…. the comedy and the tenderness as we struggle is incredible, and I kiss your forehead probably a little more tenderly than I let on as you breathe on my neck, SO fucking turned on by you giving yourself to me and letting your guard down.

19:45 Joanna_Louvier: God, he’s good… fuck… It suddenly hits me just how fucking lucky I am that you happen to be the kind of guy who gets his kicks from giving a woman pleasure… I’ve been in too many relationships where I had the be the one doing all the work, and as much as I might come off like some kind of impenetrable ice queen, the truth is that there is nothing I love more than being taken care of, particularly in the way you currently are in this moment… my guard is down. It’s history. It never existed, as far as I’m concerned. Oofffff… your fingers circling my clit, finding that perfect rhythm… weakening me one small circular motion at a time as I feel my pussy throbbing for you.

I finally finish unwrapping my hands and I let them return to worshiping your muscled core as I kiss your neck, your chest, your jawline… tasting the mingling flavors of your sweat and your musk as my hands wrap behind your back, stroking your shoulder blades, tracing your spine, my right finally making its way down to grab a handful of your left ass cheek… yeah, this is mine… for now, at least…

19:49 muaythaijay: I’m in seventh heaven as I see the impact my handiwork - pun intended - is having on the velocity of your breaths, the sounds of wetness and pleasure that you’re emitting, feeling our bodies tight and locked together in lust and incredible, incredible mutual pleasure. But as we tussle and the incredible smell from between your legs betrays just how fucking up for it you are, I know that I need to take things to the next level… so I lean back a bit, taking my left hand from your shorts and smelling it, licking it, tasting your cunt for the first time, and it’s all I can do not to explode in my shorts right then and there.

”You know”, I smile.. “I do have a bedroom through there”, and gesture at the garage door. “But I also have this”, I say, pulling over a black workout bench from the side of the room. I also have a Hitachi vibe and a whole bunch of toys too, I think, but I get the feeling we’ll have ample time to play with THOSE sometime… I gesture at the bench and say “why not take that top and shorts off and have a seat?”, pulling off my now-sodden trunks, wondering if you’ll notice the spiderweb of precum that slinks off them as I pull my cock out and stand naked in front of you for the first time.

20:07 Joanna_Louvier: By the time you turn back to me, I have already slipped my sports bra over my head, let my long, flowing hair down and am in the midst of kicking my shorts from my left ankle…I stand before you stark naked, all 6’2” 175 lbs of muscled blonde amazon gazing in white hot lust at her now battle-tested lover and rival… I nearly tackle you onto the bench, and it’s almost as if my MMA training takes over as the thought of mounting you for a ground and pound almost enters my mind… but of course, I have a different kind of mount in mind, sitting my thighs on top of yours and using my left hand to guide your shaft along my inner labia, letting your glans rub against my clit as I fucking ride you … maybe we will make it to the bed at some point… I know this isn’t hygienic, but I’m feeling fucking filthy right now and this suits the current ambience perfectly…

20:14 muaythaijay: It’s only for a second but the pause gives me ample opportunity to take in the whole fucking gorgeously primal nature of what’s unfolding here… in my fucking garage. It’s oppressively hot now, sweat dripping off the roof, my nose aflame with sex smells, stains on the mat from where we’ve both been dripping.. abso-fucking-lutely incredible. This was where we wanted to be all along, right? I’m planning all the moves but then - bitch - you’re on me with the same intensity you showed in the fight, leaning me down on the bench and then - YESSSS - sliding onto my cock for the first time.

Once again I have to take a sharp intake of breath as visions of fireworks, exploding wells, geysers and the rest flicker across my retina, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned from being a bi fighter it’s how to control my pelvis… but what I can’t hide is a loud and almost comical whimper when I feel your powerful cuntlips wrap around me, tingling all over as you take the position on me, pulling your head towards mine and kissing you as I thrust up into you, trying to drive deep.

20:30 Joanna_Louvier: I get on top of you, feeling dominant again… feeling in control, wanting to tease you at the entryway, dangling Elysium in front of you but keeping it just out of reach… when all of a sudden… “F-f-ffffuccckk… oh fuck” I feel you slip fully inside of me, a bit earlier than I had intended… but I do my best to play it off as if it was all part of the plan… My body’s initial response is to double over, folding up onto your chest and sucking the breath from your mouth as my lips lock again with yours, pressing the soles of my feet into your legs, gripping your shoulders as I feel the walls of my vagina parting for you as you fill me up… rocking my hips into yours, ever so slowly and gently… “uffff…” I break the kiss for a moment, pulling back, gazing into your eyes and checking to see where you are… if you have the stamina to continue like this…

20:35 muaythaijay: As you lean into me I’m briefly reminded that my nose is in a bad way, there’s a momentary shard of pain that does nothing other than remind me of how fucking tough you are, what a worthy fucking sexual and physical opponent you are for me… how fucking incredible the wet schlep of our organs together feels, how nasty it is to be fucking a stranger with no condom and slathering each other in our fluids, how fucking beautiful the splayed lips of your cunt look as I start to work your clit with my finger, stretching you slightly to allow the full slopping girth of my glans in and out of you… “MMMMMFFFFF” is all I can manage, trying to keep my game face on but uninhibitedly HAPPY at the pleasure we’re creating.

20:48 Joanna_Louvier: I grab your free hand at the wrist, bringing it up to my breast, wordlessly instructing you to squeeze and massage it, while I use my other hand for the other breast, licking my lips hungrily as I feel your fingers working my clit and stretching my labia to ease the pumping of your member in and out of my pussy… you cocky fucker… you’re actually upping the ante, huh? If I could get any wetter for you, I would, seeing how sure you are that you can hang with me as my vaginal muscles vacuum suck your cock upon each entry and exit, my pelvis smacking with a wet noise into yours as I start to ride you a little harder, just riding on the edge of where I know you are sure to send me soon enough… “Jesus Christ…. Je-e-e-e-esus Fu-cking Chri-i-i-i-iiiiist…” I moan, in staccato tempo, as my cowgirl ride begins to verge on pornographic… so… close… ohhhh…

20:53 muaythaijay: The dirty talk catches me by surprise, but FUCK…we can’t keep quiet about this…. I moan loudly, so fucking turned on by the fits of pleasure I’m giving you, my cock muscles twitching and holding back what must by now be an incredible torrent of fluid… “Urrghh I’m so… fucking… horny… for.. you…”, groaning and thrusting in time with each word leaving my lips uncontrollably… I take my tongue out your mouth and just lick your cheek, wildly, before greedily leering forward and starting to chew your stiff bullet of a left nipple, tongue lapping against your areola as I lean back slightly, trying to penetrate you even more… “Oh… you… fucking… SEX… GODDESS” is all I can pant out as I notice yet more pre dripping all over us.

21:03 Joanna_Louvier: Feeling your cock pulse inside of me is making my head spin, I’m awestruck by the way you have managed to keep perfect rhythm and time with me, with every thrust, even as I frivolously sped up just for the fucking hell of it… you throw in these little flourishes like the lick on my cheek, it sends shivers down my naked spine, all the way down to my bare ass, which has been rhythmically thumping as I fuck you like the alpha bitch that I am… you get those teeth on my left nipple now… holy fuck… I’ve met my match… slowing down now… I’m coming in for landing soon… need to clear it with the tower… I crane my lips down to your ear and whisper, “baby… I’m close…”

21:08 muaythaijay: I close my eyes for a brief second, neurons firing wildly, unable to process all the sounds, smells, tastes and fucking feelings happening just now… I’ve never been fucked so athletically by a woman before, every ounce of my strength and dominance for the first time matched in this incredible, ripped, six-foot-two, drop-dead fucking GORGEOUS Amazon queen.. “Oh fuck….” I moan, trying to think of anything other than the deep rumble in my testicles as we mate like a pair of fucking ANIMALS on the bench. I tweak your nipple with my teeth, wanting to gaze up into that beautiful face of yours, now resplendent in sweat and the sheen of pure enjoyment, a stray hair snaking across your nose which I tenderly brush out of your face, leaning in to look at you and trace the full trajectory of this massive explosion in you when I see it coming… “fucking explode for me babe”

21:19 Joanna_Louvier: It’s not the words you say… it never is, of course… it’s the way your body feels underneath mine that lets my body know what to do… we are but mere mortals, after all… what happens now is entirely out of our hands. My body trembles and every muscle in it tenses up as I find just the right angle to stab you as deep inside me as you can possibly go, hitting my cervix and pressing deep into it, throwing caution to the wind, wanting your seed in me in a deeply primal, unconscious way… I buck my hips down into you in one final thrust before doubling over, enveloping your face in my blonde mane, rounding my back and locking my legs around yours, almost as if I’m trying to fuse our bodies together… “OHHHHHHH FUUUUUuuuuUUUUUUuuuUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!” I trail off, giving a few small, final thrusts of my hips as the last bit of air is expelled from my lungs… “…”

21:21 muaythaijay: “JEEEESSSUS!” I scream, losing control as the repeated animal thrust, the pangs of utter fucking lust consume us.. and for a moment everything goes dark… When it comes it’s like a deep rumble at the pit of my soul, one that I try to momentarily fight but simply can’t avoid, every muscle in my body taut and in perfect harmony with yours as our muscled, bruised, sweaty bodies convulse together in deep orgasmic harmony. The French call this le petit mort - but at the point where my groin explodes I have never felt more alive, a galaxy of stars momentarily bedecked across my eyes as I lean in and pull you oh so fucking close to me, feeling our joint release travel through both our bodies like a ripple in a vast ocean of pleasure. The word cuntstruck pops into my head like an unwelcome guest at a party and I can’t help but laugh at my stupidity, still holding you close and not willing to let go anytime soon, wanting to wait until every last tremor of what we’ve achieved passes through our bodies onto the floor

21:29 Joanna_Louvier: I slump over you, my sweaty chest heaving as all I can do now is breathe… I hear a chuckle escape your lips and, even though I don’t know exactly what you find so funny, I laugh too, because, of course, that’s the only way to express the sheer ecstasy I am feeling right now… yes, there is pain, and yes, there are many other emotions to consider, but the only one I care about right now is the pure, raw sexual elation we are clearly both feeling for each other now… After a couple seconds of silence, as the heat builds between our bodies and I can feel my awareness returning and my muscles relaxing… The smartass part of my brain decides to take advantage of the temporary leadership vacuum caused by the absolute obliteration of any sense of self control… “So… how about we call it a draw?”

Published: 2022-03-17, viewed 140 times.