Lick My Toes A Tale of Mixed Wrestling

By Jason Pinaster

Kathy had consistently beaten me. In mixed wrestling, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing—the women often beat the men. Plus I like what she did when she won. But I knew that if Kathy saw me as a push over, she wouldn’t wrestle me again.

And I wanted to wrestle her again. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever met. I asked around and discovered, to my delight, that Kathy had had a special weakness—she was ticklish.

Finally she agreed to give me one last chance. She wore her sexy shiny black outfit. I was doing my best, but it wasn’t enough. Kathy had me down, two rounds to one. I lined up her most ticklish spot. Then—

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Dec 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463941256

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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Lick My Toes A Tale of Mixed Wrestling © 2020 Jason Pinaster

Some Other Wrestling Stories by Jason Pinaster:

Tiebreaker

Wrestling, Lusty Lee Log 19

Sex Wrestler

Gym Moves

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

Tickle Fight

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.

Lick My Toes

Sometimes it feels so good that it doesn’t matter how much pain she’s inflicting.

At this moment, the thing that was feeling so good was her outfit: black, shiny, smooth, soft, flexible. It was leatherette. To call it fake leather, or even faux-leather would be to deny its right to exist on its own terms. And right now, with her on top of me, the cool material was teasing on my belly while her thigh, part hard bone and part soft muscle, rubbed up and down on the side of my penis.

She, the woman on top of me, was Katherine, though everyone called her Kathy. Some even went so far as to try ‘Kath’. Her skin was slightly dark, her hair black. At five-foot four she was a couple of inches shorter than me. And I was a good twenty pounds—ten kilos—heavier. But Kathy’s Muay Thai wrestling skills more than offset my weight and height advantages.

Kathy was gorgeous and I was in seventh heaven.

Sometimes, when I wrestled Kathy, I wanted to win, but never through brute force, or even wrestling technique. If I was going to win it would be by being sneaky, by being cunning, by exploiting her special weakness.

Kathy was new to the gym and I was only the second client to wrestle her. As usual, Fred had claimed first dibs but he probably regretted doing so. The grapevine had her giving him a thorough beat-down. Most accounts had Kathy catching him in one vicious head lock after another. Once he grabbed her around the ribs, but that had just seemed to energize her and she’d sunk in a brutal scissors hold. When Fred couldn’t take any more, she had stood over him and used her foot to rub his crotch. Just as poor old Fred was about to climax, Kathy removed her foot and kicked his hands away when he attempted to jerk himself off. My kind of gal!

Today, I started the match off hard, indicating I wanted even harder from her. Once she reached the appropriate intensity, I would dial mine back and relax into whatever punishment she thought appropriate.

Some clients have a detailed discussion with their opponent before the bout, setting out their mutual limits and making sure that she’s capable of defending herself. Me, I prefer body language.

To begin the match, Kathy had bent forward into the wary/alert wrestler’s stance and had begun to circle. I threw caution to the wind and charged in. She adjusted—she was good, and fast—preventing me from tripping her over my hip. But I grabbed her butt and twisted. Her breasts brushed my shoulder as I threw her to the mats.

She was winded, her arms and legs askew. I could have flopped down on top of her belly and pressed my advantage, but that wasn’t what I wanted. Instead, I admired her figure and savored the memory of her bra sliding across my skin. I had to fight to keep my eyes open when my hands remembered the