Sunday, March 18, 2012

Marc and the Sleeping Beauty


Alice had one of those just out of college voices, so I guessed she was in her late twenties. When I met her at The Caffeine Cafe to discuss the details, I saw she had just cracked thirty. She was shortish, with shoulder length black hair and a round, open face, illuminated by bright brown eyes and full lips. Alice's arms and legs were well developed. Her full breasts were proportioned with her compact body.
"Hello Marc," Alice whispered when we sat down at a sidewalk table. She handed me the envelope, which I tucked in my jacket pocket. "You look like your voice," she added.
"Thank you," I answered and smiled boyishly as I could. It put women at ease. Many times people have been embarrassed by the thing they want so much and are uneasy when they get it.
"You have a pretty voice, Alice," We were silent as the waitress left our coffees. I liked working with women built like Alice, her body almost fit completely in your hands.
"How long have you been training with Peter?" I asked.
"A year. I've known Desiree for a long time, so she recommended him when I wanted to learn how to fight."
Desiree was my friend Peter's wife. Knowing Dez, she and Alice were more than friends. Peter gave Alice my cell phone number. He told me "Alice is one for you. She'll be a great fighter, she just needs help with other matters."

Alice's spacious apartment was a few blocks from the Cafe. We had the whole day so Alice and I talked a little more in the kitchen.
"I use these," I told Alice, handing her my red boxing gloves. "They're loaded with sand."
When I saw anticipation explode on Alice's face when she fondled the gloves, my last doubt vanished.
I set up the tripod and fixed the HD camcorder so it had a clear view of Alice's neatly made bed. Alice laced up my boxing gloves. She kissed each glove when she was finished, giving me a coy smile each time.
Alice stripped to her underwear and posed at the foot of her bed in a sexy fighting stance.
"I'm a dirty slut!" Alice purred and a change washed over her face. Alice let her mouth fall open invitingly. For a second I was frozen watching the transformation. "I've fucked twenty men in one day! What do you do to a girl like that?! What? When are you going to fuck me!?"
POW!!
Alice made a little hop when I tagged her chin. After a minute of confusion about what had just happened to her, Alice's eyes turned up and she fainted onto the bed.
I counted her out, loud enough for the camcorder to pick it up as it taped Alice flat out on her back. Thumbing her eyelids, I saw only whites. The knockout was total.
Alice's light frame was easy to move to the pillows, where I rested her head. I pressed my hand on the front of her red silk panties. They were soaked.
I kept the recorder on until Alice stirred awake.
Initially, Alice was baffled about how she ended up on the bed. When her memory reactivated, she leaned back on the bed, laughing with content.
"Are you okay, Alice?" I asked.
"I feel...soo..alive!"
I shut off the camcorder.

Getting punched out left Alice extremely horny, so we had sex for an hour after she fully recovered.
"I only went with women since I was eighteen years old," she told me, head resting on my chest. "Then Peter had me spar with a guy at the gym. WHAP!" Alice made a punching motion in the air. "He knocked me clean out when he hit me by accident. When I woke up, I was horny for him. I fucked him two nights later."
I'd heard a few variants on this story before. The first few times I asked probing follow up questions about "Why?", the answers discouraged me from questioning any further. The sanest response I ever recieved was "It's just my wiring."

Alice was seeing one woman right now, but also slept with a number of men. I suggested she simply have the woman she loves knock her out.
Alice shrugged. "It doesn't feel the same."

I put my gear away and again asked Alice how she was feeling.
"Great! I'll keep your card!" Alice moved toward the end of her bed. "Could you..Marc...once more?"
I couldn't say no to pleading cuteness in Alice's eyes. We exchanged a long kiss.
WHAM!!!
My bare knuckle upper cut lifted Alice into the air, making her body tunr in an arc. Her entire body slapped the bed, causing it to shake. I put the tape of out session next to her on a pillow.
I kissed Alice and walked out.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Kiki


Supported by the two bottom ropes of the ring, Kiki slept peacefully. Her head leaned on her right shoulder, her chin just touched her chest. Kiki's red boxing gloves, that Will had tied up three rounds earlier, lay invitingly on her bare brown thighs, drawing Will's attention.
As he counted her out, Will admired his fallen opponent. Kiki had been arrogant, a lot of female fighters were. But Kiki's self-assurance was different. She wasn't insulting, but flirty.
Without warning Will, Kiki stripped down to her black lace underwear just before the bout started. Then she moved toward Will like a bride to her husband on their wedding night. Turning up her chests at chest level, Kiki asked Will to lace up her gloves. For a moment, he gawked and then, slowly, methodically, ties the laces.
As he worked, Kiki taunted her opponent with questions like "What you got for me, sugar?" and "Almost done, honey?"
Kiki clasped her gloved hands around Will's head and gave him a long, firm kiss.
"I want you to know, Will, that I am going to knock you out. This fight ends with you sound asleep. And when you wake up, I'll be long gone!"
Kiki searcher Will's eyes for a reaction. "Anything you want to say to me?"
Will returned her kiss, clasping her body to his. He ran his hands around Kiki's smooth thighs and small, round ass. Catching her breath, Kiki took a step back from Will.
"Boy, I'm sorry I have to put your lights out...You know how to kiss!"
Kiki turned and glided back to her corner. Watching Kiki's ass shake so enticingly, Will told himself "I've got to knock this one out!"
At the squawk of the automatic buzzer, Kiki moved quickly, faster than Will expected. But he paced along with her, forcing her back to the ropes.
Gloves smacked bodies loudly.
Will blocked some of Kiki's punches and absorbed the others. He quickly noticed Kiki's punching had a routine, with only a few variations. Will tracked the pattern, responding quicker and quicker to her blows.
Kiki extended her right an inch more than she needed to stop a punch from Will. Will crouched and pasted Kiki's upper jaw. The girl pitched back and bounced off the ropes.
Will took one step forward, swinging his left into Kiki's midsection. Will held back for a second when he saw Kiki's face contract in agony. The right upper cut hit Kiki's chin. Stars exploded. Darkness rapidly engulfed the shinny lights and Kiki's legs went out from under her. Kiki never felt herself hit the canvas.

For a few moments, Will considered leaving the unconscious Kiki to awake up by herself, like she promised to do to him. Will decided not to, Kiki was gorgeous sleeping on the ropes.
Will knelt and affectionately slapped Kiki's cheeks. Kiki struggled back to consciousness.
"How did I?" she asked, profoundly confused.
"I knocked you out, Kiki." Will said. "Don't you remember?"
"No...."
Kiki sounded confused, even scared. As hard as she tried to recall, the previous five minutes were a blank.
"Will?...You didn't.. while I was...?"
"No, of course not."
Kiki allowed her body to rest against Will as he helped her out of the ring.