Grapevine Agony: A Mixed Wrestling Story

By Jason Pinaster

Arthur had beaten Gloria handily the first time they’d fought so he didn’t hesitate when she asked for a rematch. After all, what had happened at the end of their first encounter had been thoroughly enjoyable.

But partway into their second fight he suddenly realized that Gloria had upped her game. And, when it was all on the line, she wrapped her right ankle around his left ankle, then wrapped her left ankle around his right.

“It’s called a grapevine,” she said as she leveraged her long legs below her hips to spread his legs.

Terror stabbed into his gut as Arthur remembered the forfeit that Gloria had chosen in the event she won the fight and summoned all his energy and all his strength to struggle against the hold, against the way she was pulling his legs apart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Feb 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463475898

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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Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Grapevine Agony A Mixed Wrestling Story

I walked into the Sexy-B wrestling gym without an appointment. It had been a whirlwind of a week—Tuesday I’d been voted Salesman of the Year, Thursday my team had landed a major account, and Friday they had crowned me ‘King Arthur’ at a local medieval dinner/event theatre. And since I was only their manager, promoting me to King was a major step up. I slept in Saturday morning and woke up with a week’s worth of physical energy I needed to blow off.

The only other person in the gym was Petra, another wrestler. Her face had hard angular features which made her attractive as opposed to beautiful. Her blonde hair was tied loosely into a ponytail on top of her head. She had large breasts which today were supported by an animal print bikini. The bikini was attached with strings which were tied around her neck, back and hips. And that’s all she had on her ass—string. Petra’s round rump clenched as she turned to complete a stretch. I had the sense that she was putting on a show for me. Then again, that might have been wishful thinking on my part, the male ego being what it was.

The Sexy-B was a fetish wrestling emporium. Sex was, more often than not, part of the wrestling experience here. The winner got to choose the level of sex. I had started off paying a fee every time I wrestled and then had joined as a member. One fine day, Sarah, the Sexy-B’s manager, had let me join the gym’s roster which meant that some women actually paid me to wrestle them. Being on the roster was a major honor, especially for a male wrestler. Still, as a man, if my opponent was a pro, I paid her.

Hi, Petra, I said and then moved to the other end of the mats.

Hi, she said, You’re Arthur, right?

Yes, I said, restricting myself to a monosyllable so that I could concentrate on touching my toes.

Nancy says that you’re a good wrestler.

I nodded and grunted as I twisted to the right.

And Zia said that you’re more than just a pretty face.

Pretty face? I maintained enough control not to sputter.

Petra nodded, then ambled over, not quite swaying her hips, but still managing to jiggle her mammoth mammaries. She said I shouldn’t be fooled by your full head of perfectly coiffed hair, or your flat abs, or the tattoos going up and down your arms. And she said that, just because I had a prominent forehead, sunken eyes, smooth cheeks, and full lips, it didn’t mean that I couldn’t wrestle. Such lovely pecs, she said, pointing but not quite touching.

You’ve been checking up on me? I didn’t know what to make of that, so I played for time.

She nodded again, making the long bangs at the side of her forehead briefly cover her eyes and the ponytail she had at the back of her head bob up and down. I do that with all the men I’d like to wrestle. She pointed to the tattoo of a money clip I had on the underside of my left arm. May I touch?

I nodded and she ran her finger around it, teasing, sensuous. What about me, Arthur, would you like to wrestle me?

Sure, I said. But I’m in need of a vigorous workout. Are you sure you’re up for it? Petra was five-foot seven, several inches shorter than I. And I had a slight