Zigzaging Zia: A Mixed Wrestling Story

By Jason Pinaster

As I stretched my legs in preparation for my bout with Zia, I reflected on this moment in my life. I was about to be paid for a mixed wrestling bout. I was fit and healthy. Zia was all woman and all muscle. Life was good, and rather spectacularly so!

But I still had one problem: did Zia want me to win, or did she want me to lose? The stakes were the same as for my recent bout with Nitro Nancy: the winner would get to ravage the loser’s body. I’d asked the gym’s manager for advice, but all I’d gotten back was that I should ‘play it by ear’.

As we began to wrestle, best three of five rounds, Zia felt wonderful and she smelled even better. I knew I’d have to win at least one or two rounds. And the way Zia was pushing, pulling and pummelling my body—seventh heaven!—I knew she’d win a round or two herself. But the fifth and final round... And the round after that...?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Sep 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005410858

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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Zigzaging Zia: A Mixed Wrestling Story © 2020 by Jason Pinaster

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Gym Moves

Number One!

Bent

Sexfighters

Sexy-B Wrestling

Brawling at the Sexy-B

Scissored

Volatile VP at Sexy-B: An Erotic Wrestling Story

Squeezed

Right Hand Ready A Mixed Wrestling Story

Slim

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 fightpulse.com

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

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

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.

Zigzaging Zia: A Mixed Wrestling Story

I got started in mixed erotic wrestling as a client. I’d happened across a video on the internet and was immediately aroused. On my screen was this gorgeous woman in a bikini beating up on a fairly fit guy. He was obviously turned on, but Ursula didn’t give him any opportunity to get frisky. I answered her ad.

The next day there was a knock on my door. Ursula was even more beautiful in person. Arthur? she asked.

She had brought a mat and for a glorious hour my living room was turned into a miniature coliseum. She twisted me into several painful contortions and likely would have twisted me even more had my erection not kept getting in the way. I lost but was nevertheless happy at the end.

After a few of these encounters, I found a small fetish wrestling gymnasium. There was a small monthly fee plus you paid for each session. It was expected that, as a male, I would lose and this was fine by me—it was fun losing to a woman.

One time, this big beautiful woman, her name was Maureen, took great glee in smothering me. She wore nothing but a skimpy bikini which was almost entirely hidden within the folds of her bountiful body. Maureen was taller than me and almost twice my weight. Her method of smothering consisted of lying on top of my body and rubbing soft skin all over me until I stopped breathing. It was hot. Thankfully she only made me hold my breath for a moment or two before lifting herself off me. Then she pursued me around the ring, every layer of her gorgeous skin rippling, until she had cornered me again. What a glorious hour!

After a while, the gym took me on as a sessional wrestler—I got paid to wrestle women! Usually I was hired as a submissive—apparently women enjoyed beating up on men as much as men enjoyed being beat up on by women. Some, but not all of the women would want sex. They didn’t like to negotiate sex ahead of time; they preferred any naughtiness to occur ‘naturally’. But most of the men knew which women liked sex along with their workout and which were the best tippers.

One of my favorite clients was Griselda. She liked to wrestle in yoga pants and a T-shirt. Griselda liked to get me into a hold and then make me try to escape. Mostly I’d be able to escape, but sometimes I’d have to tap out. Her preferred holds involved her breasts pressed against my face, our pubic bones mashed together or my nose and mouth in such a position that I’d have to brush them against her pussy to secure my freedom. Towards the end of the session, she would secure a hold she knew I couldn’t escape from and then demand sex in return for allowing me to extricate myself from her clutches. Sometimes she’d want my fingers inside her yoga pants. Sometimes she ripped her clothes off and demanded that I kiss her everywhere and lick up and down between her legs. Once she wanted me to lie back while she meticulously teased my cock in every way imaginable.

Then one day the gym’s manager approached me: "Art, I’ve been getting flack