..well.....I think it is time to add some pepper to this thread....
I can do for my fight only....
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Time has come at last. I look at the clock hanging on the wall. Seven o’clock in the evening.
I am standing in front of the large mirror, applying the final touches of a light make-up and passing a thin layer of red lipsticks. I know that I am going to have a fight soon, I know that I am going to grapple with another wild woman but still I want to be perfect, I want to impress and be at my best as usual.
I am completely naked, my creamy skin shining and still slightly wet after my long warm shower and I can admire the perfect curves of my beautiful body that I keep fit with plenty of gym and swimming. I am proud of it. I am not very tall but I can be stunning.
I caress my round tits, passing my finger over the dark nipples that immediately react, becoming hard and I can feel my pussy getting wet too. I know, it always happens before a fight, when the expectation of the coming battle with another woman comes to fill my brain unleashing a surge of exciting sexual arousal. Probably this is what I love more of a fight. The expectation for it.
Then I love fighting and also the aftermath, both if I win or lose, but the excitement that comes before it, is indeed something special.
I close my eyes, as my hands go down, reaching my groin, my fingers brush my dark pussy hair and rub my clit. Woww….I am so excited, I could come right now but I know that I need to stop this now or it might affect my performance. I have to hold this after the match. I bite my lip and get my brain and body back under control.
I go back combing my silky mane of raven shoulder length hair passing the hairdryer and finally I am satisfied of my look. I turn my head and look down at the white envelope that arrived with the mail this morning containing the card that confirm my fight and invite me to the venue, the exclusive Country Club where Lexi has organized the first stage of the “Small ladies tournament” a nice idea that was posted and advertised on the web site. I joined it and now it is time to spring into action.
As specified in the card, the Limo is supposed to be here in half hour, so better I get ready at the soonest.
I am skipping fast on my naked feet, going back to my bedroom and open the large closet that occupies the entire wall opposite to the king size bed, getting immerged in the absolute ridiculous amount of dresses and footwear that I have accumulated in all these years. I am a fashion addicted and I cannot simply stop buying and buying new stuff.
Any stranger that would stand in front of it would be puzzled but I know perfectly the exact location of each item and I know what I want to wear and where I can find it.
I open a box and take on of my black leather thongs, wearing it and positioning perfectly though it can barely hide my thick black bush, then a similar tiny bra follows, hardly covering my still hard nipples. This will be my fighting attire as it was specified in the rules that I signed.
Fighting in sexy underwear, no rules fight, apart biting, scratching and eye gouging.
Everything else will be allowed and legal.
I add a light cotton shirt, leaving the top three buttons open to reveal my cleavage, a tight stretched black miniskirt tightened by a black leather belt, fishnets hold-ups and the final touch of my fashioned stiletto ankle-strapped sandals and black leather gloves.
I can hear the sound of a car stopping in front of my entrance. I sneak from the curtains and see an elegant black Limo parked at the end of the path, the chauffeur standing already beside the door, waiting patiently.
It is time to go. I take my black leather jacket and my purse and walk out the living room, onto the tiled path, crossing the front garden, the sound of my stiletto heels echoing around in the calm and silent evening. The chauffeur is looking at me as I get to the car, showing no external emotion but I am very sure that he is enjoying and loving the view of my fishnet legs as I seat on the soft leather backseat. He says nothing as he closes the door and goes back to his driving seat, turning on the silent engine as the big car smoothly moves on.
Kelli, I am coming……be ready..
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