For Real

By Jason Pinaster

Larry had taken his preparation seriously. First he had endured being whupped by Gwen. Then he had confronted Kenzie, the petite, but ever so feisty, jobber.

But now was the big fight. He would have to fight Sarah, not only for his own honor, but for the honor of the Sexy-B Fetish Wrestling Emporium. Sarah was skilled, tenacious, and experienced.

Not only did Larry have to beat her. He had to beat her convincingly. And then afterwards, he had to do that equally convincingly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Aug 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005839314

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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For Real © 2021 Jason Pinaster

Other Erotic Wrestling Stories by Jason Pinaster:

Tiebreaker

Wrestling, Lusty Lee Log 19

Sex Wrestler

Gym Moves

Sexy-B Wrestling

Brawling at the Sexy-B

Scissored

Squeezed

Right Hand Ready

Slim

Sex Wrestler II

Zigzaging Zia

Tickle Fight

Oya

Lick My Toes

Vexatious Viv

Nitro Nancy

Dodge Ball

Motivating Larry

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2021; 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. His favorite themes center around erotic wrestling, tickling, wet & messy, and BDSM. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

For Real

My day began in the best way possible: I cracked open the first section of a reputable broad-sheet newspaper and took a sip of coffee. On page two, I began to read the last installment of the ground-breaking investigative journalism series which I had authored. My eyes lingered on the byline which had been rendered in bold letters. ‘Lawrence Cannigan’ had never looked so good.

Then my phone rang and my day got even better. The screen announced Sarah Boulton and I immediately swiped right. Sarah owned the Sexy-B, a fetish wrestling emporium. Visions of wrestling Adira, a muscular redhead, danced in my eyes. Better yet, were the visions of Adira nude when I shut my eyes. Her full and rather large breasts, wide hips, ginger pubic hair—

Larry, said Sarah, we need your help.

Sure, no problem. What can I do?

We’ve caught wind of an impending campaign to smear the Sexy-B. It’s going to say that females always win, that what we do isn’t really wrestling, that the bouts are fixed, that we’re just a front for prostitution.

Anyone who wrestled Adira had risked life and limb. There was no way she would ever throw a match. Well, I said. Do you know who’s behind the smear campaign?

No. We need you to get ahead of the story.

What did you have in mind? I could tell that Sarah was desperate and I was concerned that she wasn’t thinking clearly. If this was a minefield, maybe I should steer clear.

We need you to wrestle at the gym. An exhibition match. We’ll promote it widely. The match will be real. No holds barred. Both you and your opponent will be doing their best to win. You’ll write the behind-the-scenes story leading up to the match. Then afterwards, you’ll write about what it felt like to wrestle an elite female wrestler. The final story will be about the unjust attempt to smear the Sexy-B.

I relaxed. She had obviously thought this through. Who will I wrestle?

Me. We need you to come right away, to get in some advanced training.

Sarah was just a couple inches shorter than me and almost my weight. I had never wrestled her but she was, by all accounts, an accomplished grappler.

I’ll definitely need some advanced training, I said.

When can you come?

Tomorrow, I said as I shut the newspaper, the rest of my coffee forgotten.

The next day I strode into the training gym at the Sexy-B, ready to be schooled by Adira. If past experience was any guide, sparring with her would lead to fondling and then sex. And sex with Adira—

Hi, Larry, she said from behind me.

I had expected to see a bikini, or at least a skimpy sports bra. Instead Adira was wearing loose grey sweats which made her look almost drab. No matter, I knew what was underneath. Hi, Adira, I said as I bent down, ready to engage.

She wagged a finger in front of my face. I have a boyfriend now, she said. This is strictly wrestling.

I felt the wind go out of my sails but I managed to nod. We spent the next hour stretching, shadow boxing, and weight-training. After a break, Adira started to take me through several advanced wrestling techniques. But my heart wasn’t in it. She must have sensed it because she called a halt well before the lunch hour.

After lunch, we spent an hour watching wrestling videos with Adira highlighting the finer points. Then it was back to the gym to continue my workout.