A Maschoist's Love Story

It was all sexual.
Women in boxing gear just didn't give Lewis wood, they riveted his soul. All three seasons of the Wonder Woman television series were burned into his brain, along with every I Dream of Jeanie episode. Lewis only watched Batman reruns that featured Catwoman or Batgirl. During repeated viewings of the Catwoman movie, he always wondered why Halle Berry didn't knock out the police officers who were attempting to capture her.

While attending Blake Mitchell University, he encountered Inga, a Swedish exchange student and a member of the woman's boxing team. Nicknamed "The Viking," Inga was tall, slender, and buxom, with a broad, lustful smile  that flashed in response to Lewis' challenge to a boxing match.
As they fought, Lewis attention wandered from imaging Inga naked, except for her boxing gloves, and guessing what she thought of him.
A few moments later Inga said, "Dom sott, min karlek!" and Lewis was sleeping contentedly at her feet.
Inga and Lewis were a couple for a year and a half. Her nickname for him was "Hammaren."

Kiki had traits in common with Inga that Lewis loved. Big tits, strong arms and shoulders, and what he called "thunder thighs." As a struggling actress who did session work to supplement her income, Kiki could become whatever character her clients wanted. Lewis wanted a detailed description of how Kiki was going to beat him senseless and then have her do it. Depending on when he came around, Lewis got an hour of post knock out sex.
Every three weeks he would set up a session with Kiki. One day, while the pair were boxing in the ring Kiki had set up at a former Curvies Exercise Center on Route 46, Kiki became curious.
"Do you ever dream about me, Lewis?"
"All the time!"
"Oh yeah?" Kiki pretended to be surprised. "Are you in love with me?"
Lewis only grinned bashfully.
"You are!" Kiki proclaimed out loud. "You are, admit it, you are!"
"Yeah..."
"Don't be embarrassed. It happens top a lot of men I work with."
Lewis lowered his fists. "It does?"
"You bet! And I have an easy way of dealing with this situation."
"What?"
Her red gloved hurled toward his face - BAM!!
Out cold, Lewis dreamed of fucking Wonder Woman and Carly at work, who looked a lot like Jennifer Lopez.

The after glow of sex with Lewis stayed with Kiki well into the next day. That happened rarely with other clients and never before with Lewis. Whenever she visualized Lewis beneath her as they fucked, a glowing patch of purple under his right eye where her knockout punch impacted, she felt hers self falling for Lewis more and more.
But Kiki knew she was not a one man woman. Lewis was a one woman man in need of that woman.
 

Colette claimed to be looking for the right man. It was how she explained the trail of defeated males she had left in her wake during four years at the Amazonia Boxing Club. A small group of men came close. She knew by the look of yearning in their eyes from across the ring, like they wanted the beating she was going to deliver. In the end, however, they were in love with her and she didn't really care about them.
"Believe me, Lewis is exactly who you've been looking for."
Kiki assured Colette as she tied her friend's gloves. They had known each other a long time and often passed men between themselves.
"Are you sure?" the statuesque brunette asked.
"Completely."
"Then if he's so great, why don't you keep him?"
"You're looking for that one guy, the perfect fit?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm not."
Colette couldn't argue with Kiki there.
"Okay," Colette banged her gloves together. "Let's do this."

Kiki strode into the ring first, waving Lewis to join her.  Colette, wearing blue trunks and a white sports bra that highlighted her breasts, was as few paces behind. Lewis watched the amazon step purposefully through the ropes and stride slowly up to him and Kiki.
"Lewis, this is Colette, I told you all about her."
Lewis' mouth failed to move, his lower jaw dangled loosely. He felt himself drown in Colette's brown eyes.
"Colette, this is my good friend, Lewis."
Colette surveyed the male boxer and smiled. Resting her fists on her hips, Colette said, "Yeah, you were right, Kiki."
"Right about what?" Lewis asked from deep inside a trance.
"You're cute, Lewis. I like that!" declared Colette, ignoring his question. "And I love your eyes!"
BAP!!
The hard upper cut exploded on Lewis' chin, jerking his head back. Out cold on his feet, Lewis slumped against Colette, his face on her chest. She knelt down and, with Kiki's help, hefted the unconscious Lewis over her shoulder.
"Kiki, you have the eye!" admitted Colette and walked out of the ring.

At the wedding, two years later, Colette raised a toast to bridesmaid Kiki for bring her and Lewis together.