Tickle Fight An Erotic Combat Story

By Jason Pinaster

Redheaded warrior Adira shakes her head, trying to decide. Should she strive to retain her status as a conventional wrestler? Or should she wholeheartedly join the Sexy-B fetish wrestling emporium?

“Maybe,” suggests the Sexy-B’s manager, “wrestling a woman no-holds-barred would help you decide?”

“Most of the women here are weak.”

“Not Jax.” The manager angles her head towards the gym. “She’s in there now, working out.”

In the gym, Adira sizes Jax up . The blonde woman is strong, flexible and fast. Adira can see how she earned the reputation of being a firecracker. Suddenly she’s aware that Jax is sizing her up as well.

“Nice boobs,” says Jax.

Adira feels her face flush as Jax walks around her. She shivers when their arms touch.

“And ticklish too,” says Jax.

In short order, the two Amazons face off in lesbian erotic combat. They start off with conventional wrestling, then throw in some tickles. Adira is not the only one who’s ticklish! Tickling heats them up into a passionate sex fight featuring domination, tribbing, and triumph.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Oct 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005008291

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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Tickle Fight: An Erotic Combat Story © 2020 by Jason Pinaster

Some Other Wrestling Stories by Jason Pinaster:

Tiebreaker

Squished

Wrestling, Lusty Lee Log 19

Sex Wrestler

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

Zigzaging Zia: A Mixed Wrestling Story

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.

Tickle Fight: An Erotic Combat Story

The burn I felt at the back of my thighs as I bent over into a deep stretch perfectly matched my developing status at the Sexy-B. I was the fiery redhead who was hard to beat. Men who liked to be dominated by a sexy woman chose me. Men who liked to try to grab my large breasts, especially those who had never succeeded, chose me. Men who liked to dream of having sex with me, they chose me only if they were brave.

The last man who had been brave was Paul. The dot.com multi-millionaire had wined and dined me right up to the edge of romance. When we’d wrestled, he had caught me in a wicked scissors hold and we had ended up bringing each other to climax through oral sex. That was two months ago and I hadn’t had real sex since. Most of the time I won my matches and made my opponent jerk himself off. The rare times I’d lost, my orgasms had been faked. Such was life at a fetish wrestling gym.

Nice ass, said a female voice from behind me. A quick backward peek through my legs confirmed her identity as Jax, the blonde vice-president of the ladies’ club which had joined the gym.

When I straightened, she pointed to my head, then to my crotch. So, is that your real hair color?

I mimicked her gestures. Is that yours? Jax had the reputation of being a firecracker, someone you couldn’t back down to.

She smirked. I guess we’ll find out. Then she turned on her heels and left the room.

What did that mean, ‘we’ll find out’? Was she going to— I rushed out to the reception area to check the roster of upcoming bouts. Women could be unpredictable opponents and Jax was in the premier league of unpredictability. I did a quick scan for any entries next to my name. Thankfully, her name didn’t appear next to mine. I shrugged; ‘we’ll find out’ was just Jax being a blowhard.

The only name appearing next to ‘Adira’ was Vance Taylor; I was scheduled to wrestle him in an hour. Sarah Boulton, the Sexy-B’s manager, came into the room and sat down behind the reception desk. She held her hand out for the roster.

What’s Vance like? I asked.

A little taller than you but skinny. He’s okay in the looks department, but nothing special. He’s the area supervisor for one of the larger downtown banks. Middle management, high stress.

Is he any good? I mimed a wrestling move.

He likes an opponent who can force him to exert himself, but once he feels he’s had a good workout, he relaxes. At that point he seems to enjoy being submitted and humiliated in as many creative ways as you can dream up.

Sex? Sex was still a bit of an open issue with me. I hadn’t quite decided whether I wanted to be in a position where I was paid for sex.

"Vance doesn’t demand sex. By the time you’re at the end of the match, you can do whatever you want to do with him, including telling him that you would never have sex with