Fun and Figure 4

Aside from being mind-numbingly hot, wrestling with Max was so much fun. Howling with laughter was a workout in itself. And me trying to explain, while getting my ass kicked, that this is ABSOLUTELY a kink made it even funnier. Our hysterics made it hard to catch our breath in between rounds.

At one point after a particularly long session of dramatically wriggling around on the ground trying to get free from her grip, I somehow slipped right out from under her and in one swift move I jumped onto her back. I remembered the “figure 4” move she taught me and quickly locked my legs around her waist in the right formation, excited that I’d managed to get there. But nothing happened! When she didn’t even budge I whined “Why isn’t it workiiiiiiiiing??????” which sent her into a fit of giggles as she exclaimed “SQUEEZE!” I took her advice and squeezed my thighs tight around her, which thrust my hips forward and sent her flying face-first into the carpet. I collapsed on top of her and we laughed so hard our bodies shook.

That was the one round I won, and only because she was laughing too hard to fight me off. She was proud of me though, she said my “little spider monkey move was impressive”. You know how much I love being impressive. (Side note: Another impressive thing I did that weekend was kill a spider with my bare hands... my strong butch babe was eyeing it wearily as we were in bed so I offered to take care of it. “Do you want me to go get some gloves?” she asked. “Gloves???” I chuckled and informed her that in all of my other relationships with women I’ve been the bug-killer, and then I clapped that little creepy crawly, washed my hands, and slipped back into bed. She called me her hero.)

Each round started with a tricky teasing twist of kissing, sensual touches, and a tense jockeying for position as we tried to take advantage of one another. I loved those moments where her mouth made me forget we were even fighting, distracted me until I felt her grip on my knee and she threw me off kilter. After the 5th round ended I was breathless and fixing my hair, we were both kneeling on the carpet. She came closer to me, kissed me in earnest. I was still on edge from all of the grappling, expecting her resistance, “this feels like a trap” I said with a smile when she put her arms around my waist. “It’s not a trap,” she assured me, kissing me harder. It didn’t matter that we’d already fucked several times during our 5 rounds, the way she touches me makes me feel so needy. I wanted her so bad, I pressed my hips against her, lost in my desire.

When she scooped me up to lay me down I bucked and squealed “Noooooooooo!!! You said it wasn’t a trick!!!!” and she yelled, defensively, “It’s not a trick I’m trying to go down on you!!!!!” and I said quietly “oh...” and we both fucking DIED laughing at the ridiculousness of this scenario. She did go down on me. And then I went down on her. And then I sat on her face and we ate chips in her bed. And she didn’t even kick me out for getting it full of crumbs. We have so much fun together.