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It started out as just play fighting. Emmi and I were having a ‘Bridgerton’ date night, both of us wearing sports bras under our tees and cotton shorts. I don’t recall what started it, a playful slap or teasing comment, but I do remember throwing off my shirt and tempting her into a wrestling match. I’m little and fast; she’s experienced and powerful, but it was a chance to test her strength and see if she’d let me win.
Boys, ALWAYS let me win. They get distracted by my tits or the way my body feels against theirs when I’m trying to plow them into the ground. It’s always the same, as soon as we’re grappling, their erection stabs me in the thigh, and they try to kiss me. Not Em. She would make me regret challenging her, all while making me see red. Continue reading “Making Me See Red”