Pinning Pete

By Jason Pinaster

A Jason Pinaster Erotic Wrestling Story!

Female wrestler Stacy begins to have feelings for Pete, one of her clients. Are her feelings genuine, are his? And how can she know for sure? Wrestling together clearly arouses their bodies. Stacy can handle Pete on the mats. But wrestling with her feelings is becoming more and more of a challenge.

Then Pete invites her to dinner. Will he ask for a private session? And if he does, what will she say?!?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Mar 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463454404

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Pinning Pete © 2019 Jason Pinaster

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories, most notably the Christopher Carter Series and the Lusty Lee Logs. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile.

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2019; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to fightpulse.com

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

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Number One!

Pinning Pete

Pete flips me over onto my back. He has a firm grip on each of my wrists and is well balanced atop my hips. He ogles my breasts. I lie perfectly still, conserving my energy. Pete will have to move sooner or later and as soon as he does, I’ll make my move.

Pete—Peter Bartholomew Williams—was a model client. Always on time, pays full rate and always leaves a tip on top. He always arrived at the gym well-dressed—this morning his blue suit, a silk and wool blend, was perfectly tailored for his ever-so-healthy and perfectly sculpted body. More than one of the other wrestlers present had taken notice.

And Pete was considerate, even gentle. Some of the other clients enjoyed hurting the girls and almost all the others pushed us to the edge of pain. But not Pete. He was firm, yes, and enjoyed making a real contest of the beginning of his bouts with me, but he never tried to hurt me.

Pete liked to begin our bouts with an intense initial flurry. This got our blood pumping and coated our bodies with a thin film of sweat. At the beginning, he liked to dominate me and to show how physically aroused the contest was making him. Sometimes his arousal would also be sexual, but Pete was never pestering or demanding. After the initial flurry, he’d want me to take control and abuse his body in whatever way my fertile imagination might dream up.

He tries to lure my hands out of position but my counter move frustrates his effort.

Pete is muscular but not so muscular as to be stocky. He’s thin and short, only an inch taller than my five-foot six. He’s flexible and fast, always centred, always ready for combat. Now that he’s warmed up, his body exudes a powerful masculine musk. His chiselled features are handsome, but a bit harsh for my taste. He has a jumble of tattoos on his arms, but between his broad shoulders the only tat is a necklace extending down to a cross etched just below his nipples. On the left side he has an ancient helmet and spear.

A drop of Pete’s sweat lands on my forehead. He’s clenching his chest and tightening the muscles of his