Time to Submit? Girl-Girl Erotic Combat

By Jason Pinaster

“Which do you like best?” asked Fiona. “Winning or losing?”

Winning would let her do whatever she wanted with the smaller woman’s body. Jax felt her nipples harden in response to one of the things she could do if she won. An upturn in Fiona’s lips showed that she would be just fine with Jax’s idea and Jax felt a shiver go up her spine.

But then Fiona rocked her hips back and forth and a vision of what her opponent would do to her if she won flashed into Jax’s consciousness. The prospect of what would happen to her if she lost brought heat to the regions under the front of Jax’s bikini bottom and she had to restrain herself from rocking her own hips back and forth. A flicker in the smaller woman’s eyes confirmed the consequences of losing to her.

Jax bit her lip. Winning was always nice. Yet something in the way Fiona was looking at her told Jax that losing might be even more interesting.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Dec 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005603397

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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Time to Submit? Girl-Girl Erotic Combat

We were in the middle, or depending on how it went, towards the end of round one. I was on my knees, my legs spread wide. Riley was on her back but she had her legs wrapped around me, her ankles locked behind my back. Her legs were a bit on my waist, a bit on my hips. She could control me—if I tried to move she would be able to get her legs around my belly and prevent me from breathing. But exerting this control was forcing her to dig deep into her energy stores.

Riley had trapped my right arm between my bum and her calves, heightening her control but forcing her to squeeze her legs tightly. My left hand had been free and I’d used it to grab and caress her floral-patterned bikini. So now she was holding onto my wrist with both her hands.

The question was whether my left arm could distract her enough that she’d lose concentration on my right arm and let it twist her ankles apart?

Riley had applied for admission to Ladies Club and her probationary period was now coming to an end. Whether she would be granted full membership or be kicked out of the club depended on the outcome of this fight. In a moment of weakness, the membership committee had decided that she could still be a member even if she intended to continue to wrestle outside of the club.

In another moment of weakness, I revealed the criteria on which the match would be judged: wrestling proficiency and being fun to wrestle with. Riley had earned these bits of information by being willing to help me with some of my Vice Presidential tasks, most notably those of the boring paperwork variety.

I got my left arm free and snuck my hand down for a quick squeeze of her breasts. Riley squealed, half in delight at how good it felt and half in annoyance that I’d managed to get inside her defences. She almost succeeded in once again grabbing my wrist so I reached back behind me and played with her bikini bottom. This forced her to tighten her abs and bend up, jostling the legs wrapped around my waist.

You’re wet, I told her.

Just sweat, she wheezed.

Since her legs were spread around my waist, I managed to stroke up and down the center of her bikini. More than just sweat, I said.

Our banter and my misbehaving hand evoked scattered cheers and applause from the assembled members of the Ladies Club. We were all wrestlers. And, for us, sex was part of wrestling. Riley squirmed in an attempt to evade my fingers but her efforts only intensified my fondling.

She wrenched herself sideways and managed to get both hands around my arm. But in that moment of triumph, she relaxed her legs allowing me to twist my own hips and yank up on my other arm. Her legs sprang open and I fell on top of her.

Riley was momentarily winded and I got her into a schoolgirl pin. Under the relaxed rules of this fight, the round would be over by way of shoulders pinned to the mats only if the woman pinning called it. Pins and holds were as much for trash talking and fondling as they were for winning a round. Riley relaxed and took a deep breath to recoup some of her energy.

Your pussy likes my fingers too much, I told her.

At least your fingers are good for something.

I relaxed too. My legs were straddling Riley’s torso and