Boxing Isn't Sex

Joan could barely admit it to herself. She wanted Jon Amur because he knocked out women in the ring.  Being well built and darkly handsome, with blue eyes that resembled a tiger's, fired lust in a lot of women at the Amazonia Boxing Club. But standing ringside, match after match, thoroughly stoked Joan's sexual fascination. Even watching her ex girlfriend Anna hit the canvas, spark out cold, didn't upset her. Joan was exhilarated.

Amur had Joan a week before their scheduled bout. Joan knew better, she'd been fighting since her days on the woman's boxing team at Blake Mitchell University. Now at age twenty-four, she thought herself accomplished. Amur's intense eyes penetrated her soul and Joan was on her back pretty fast.
"You know you're going down for the count next Friday," Amur told Joan. Joan rested on her back, enjoying the afterglow of multiple orgasms. Sunrise flooded the room.
"Why?" she asked, with giddy surprise. "Wasn't this great?"
"It was fantastic!" replied Jon Amur in all honesty. He pulled on his pants and kissed Joan. "But boxing isn't fucking."
Joan grinned in response. "Yes it is!"

Jon Amur admitted to his friend Peter, the Amazonia's chief trainer, that Joan was great in bed.
"If I wanted a steady woman in my life," he elaborated. "It could easily be Joan."
There were, however, a lot of other women to sleep with, so Amur put Joan out in round three.
The deciding punch came in under Joan's radar. The female boxer had battled Amur steadily and that impressed him.
Hitting Amur was like punching a solid wall. When the female boxer showed signs of fatigue, Amur caught her in a clinch, whispering in her ear, "Sleep, pretty one!"
The force of the right upper cut briefly took Joan from her feet. Her brain was confused by the way the entire gym was moving away from her. Without warning, darkness consumed her. Joan dreamed of the contentment she knew being in Jon Amur's embrace.

Emerging minutes later from sleep, Joan saw Emma the Ref shining a small flash light in her eyes. Emma turned to the right and said, "No concussion that I see."
"Hey, Joan, honey, speak to us!?"
Joan followed the second voice to its source, Summer, her current girlfriend.
"Summer...I....feel..." Joan trailed off, looking at Amur standing across the ring, being worshipfully toweled down by two big chested blonds. "...think you're....beautiful..."
Emma and Summer finally got Joan on her feet. As they walked her to the dressing room, Joan watched Amur leave the ring, escorted by the blonds. There are other men, Joan thought.

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Learn Your Place

I still have no clue of how I managed it, but No Kaut was unconscious on her bed, gloriously naked.
She was a "friend with benefits" I made at the Amazonia Boxing Club. I possess a serious jones for muscles girls, though "body builder" is the preferred term. Our first date was in a boxing ring.  It was over quickly.
No Kaut launched straight at me after the second round bell clanged. Bobbing from side to side in front of me, throwing out punches, she teased, "You want it, boy? You want it from a big girl? Do you?"
I remember the "THWACK!" of her glove on my face. As I slept on the canvas, I dreamed  of Josie, who I'd been with the week before. Standing naked in my bedroom, flashing her bright smile, Josie repeated No Kaut's taunt, "You want it, boy!?" I took Josie in my arms, whispering "Yes!" in her ear.
"He's coming around!"
Emma the Ref's voice greeted my return to consciousness. She and No Kaut were carrying me from the ring. My arms were draped over both their shoulders, my feet dragging on the canvas.
"Josie...?" I babbled.
"Josie's not here," I heard No Kaut say in her eastern European accent. "Just me!"
Both women set me down on a bed in the recovery room. "Feel better?" No Kaut purred.
"Yeah, I'll be good,"  I finally noticed she had nice blond hair.
"You looked so cute on your back, out like a light," she went on. "That's my favorite position for a man!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yep! Which do you like better for dinner: beef or fish?"
"Fish." I replied.

No Kaut didn't want a full time man in her life.
"I only want what he can do for me," she explained.
We became good friends, however, and started doing all kinds of things together. I even met her parents and sisters at holidays. But always No Kaut maintained an emotional barrier I could never break through.
She liked to wrestle with her partners. We'd make love for an hour and suddenly she demanded a wrestling session. No matter how I struggled, No Kaut would apply an inescapable sleeper hold and out would go my lights. When I revived, we were both hungry for more sex.

One sunny Spring afternoon we were entwined on my bed. I managed to break No Kaut's hold and slip behind her, snaking my arm around her neck. She knew exactly what I was about to do and began elbowing my upper body. I didn't know how to execute a sleeper, so I removed my arm from under her chin and delivered a lighting fast neck chop.
My girl let out a pained groan and collapsed against me, completely out. I rested her head on the pillows and found my iPhone.
Holy shit! I shouted to myself as I took pictures of my KOed girlfriend. She's out cold, fucking stunning!
No Kaut woke quickly, barely giving me time to stash the phone. Looking around the room as her head cleared, her eyes settled on her prone, naked body.
"What...happened...?"
No Kaut was perplexed and angry.
"I just gave you a little love tap," I stammered.
She rose from the matrress and walked toward me. "Love tap?"
"Yeah, that was all!"
No Kaut forcibly grabbed my arms and shifted me to the edge of my bed.
"This is a love tap, boy!"
POW!
Her fist put a sharp pain through my chin, lifting me in the air...then sweet oblivion!
I stumbled into the bathroom when I woke a long while later. Written on the mirror in bright red lip stick was "Come See Me When You Learn Your Place!" The print of a pair of lips was on my right cheek.