Playing Possum

By Jason Pinaster

I was taller and curvier than Rikki, but she was stronger and faster. The first time we’d fought she'd beaten me, she'd humiliated me, had her way with me. Now I needed revenge.

There was only one catch—I’d have to play dead.

At full strength and at full speed, there was no way I could beat Rikki. I’d have to make her think that she was winning and then trick her into exhausting herself. But the redheaded monster was no slouch; one false move and I’d be a goner.

Needless to say, when she hoisted me atop her shoulders and began to spin me around, I started to question the wisdom of my strategy...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Feb 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463052846

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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Playing Possum © 2020 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 2020; all rights reserved.

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

Cover Notes and Credits Many thanks to SleeperKidsWorld.com

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

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Other Wrestling Stories by Jason Pinaster:

Tiebreaker

Squished

Wrestling, Lusty Lee Log 19

Sex Wrestler

Gym Moves

Number One!

Pinning Pete

Bent

Sexfighters

Sexy-B Wrestling

Sex Wrestler II

Brawling at the Sexy-B

Playing Possum

The bout was going as I’d planned. Which was to say it was going badly.

We’d eyed each other across the mats, me in a shiny gold bikini, she in a grey bikini that hugged her like a second skin. Rikki had rushed in quickly, right at the beginning of the bout. I’d dodged her first onslaught and we’d circled. The redhead moved in and out, stood tall or crouched as she circled. Rikki obviously had a certain position in mind, her body in relation to mine, but I didn’t know what it was. All I could do was keep myself balanced and ready.

Lean over more so that I can get a better look at your boobs, she said.

I jiggled my breasts and sneered at hers: "No matter how far you lean, I retorted, there’s nothing to see."

My bikini was tied around my neck and behind my back to support my breasts while showing an ample amount of cleavage. It was gathered high between my buttocks, exposing almost two-thirds of my butt—the audience liked getting an eyeful. Rikki’s bikini top had the same design as mine, but since her breasts were much smaller, there wasn’t as much visible cleavage. Her bottom was French-cut, dipping sexily well below her belly button and accentuating her wide pelvis—her best attribute. The rear of her swimsuit was plain and covered almost all of her ass. Unlike mine, her bikini bottom was attached with strings at her hips.

Rikki shot in low, trying to pull my legs together. However, I managed to turn sideways and bend my knees. All she got was my hip. But she managed to slap my thigh.

Ow! I protested. The slap had been loud and I was sure she’d left a hand-shaped pink mark on my leg.

Poor baby, she teased. If we were on the mats, such accidents wouldn’t happen.

Except the slap hadn’t been an accident and she targeted my thigh again with the flat of her palm. But she’d overestimated my desire to retreat and I tripped her down to the mats. The audience let out a cheer. I turned to flop myself down on her but when redhead rolled away, I decided to remain standing.

Rikki scrambled to her feet and immediately charged at me. This time she caught both of my legs and quickly had me down on the mats. Probably just as well, we’d circled enough for the audience to get a good look at us.

I struggled a bit, just enough to make it look like I was making a fight of it, but not so much as to exhaust myself.

Come on Erica, said Rikki, drawing out the syllables of my name to mock me. You’re taller and stronger than me, I didn’t think you’d be such a wuss.

She tried to cop a feel of my breasts, but she was out of position and I managed to fend off the attempt.

That was the type