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Catfighting / Re: The Tinder Match...
« Last post by Youngbritishbitch on March 21, 2026, 02:01:15 PM »Violet stood over Katie, chest heaving, her naked body glistening with sweat, a triumphant but shaky smile on her lips. Katie lay curled on the mattress, sobbing quietly, arms crossed protectively over her aching breasts where Violet’s nails had left angry red welts.
Ben shot up from the sofa, his naked frame tense. “That’s enough! Jesus Christ, Violet, back off her!” He strode forward, grabbing Violet by the shoulders and trying to shove her backward toward the door. “You won, okay? It’s over. Get out of the way!”
Liam was on his feet in an instant, eyes blazing. “Don’t you fucking touch her, mate!” He slammed both hands into Ben’s chest, sending him stumbling back a step. Their naked bodies collided—skin slapping skin, cocks swinging with the sudden movement. “She’s my girlfriend, you prick!”
The shove turned into a mutual push. Ben growled and drove his shoulder into Liam’s sternum, forcing him back toward the sofa. Liam countered with a hard shove of his own, their bare chests grinding together, muscles straining. “You started it, asshole!”
Katie scrambled to her knees, still tear-streaked. “Ben, stop! Violet, let him go!” She lunged forward and grabbed Liam’s arm, trying to yank him away from her boyfriend.
At the same moment, Violet spun and seized Ben’s wrist with both hands, yanking hard to pull him off Liam. “Get your hands off him, you coward!”
Katie’s head snapped toward her. “Leave my boyfriend alone, you fucking bitch!” The words exploded out of her, raw and furious. The fragile truce shattered.
Violet whirled on Katie, eyes wild. “You want more? Fine!” She swung a wild open-hand slap that cracked across Katie’s cheekbone with a sharp smack. Katie’s head jerked sideways; the skin immediately began to darken into the first bloom of a black eye.
Katie didn’t hesitate. She tackled Violet low around the waist, driving her naked rival backward onto the carpet. They crashed down together, limbs flailing, breasts mashing against each other as they rolled. Violet tried to mount her, but Katie bucked hard, reversing position and slamming Violet onto her back. Straddling her hips, Katie drew her fist back and drove it straight into Violet’s face—once, twice. The second punch landed squarely on her nose with a wet crunch. Blood instantly sprayed across Violet’s lips and chin.
“Fuck you!” Katie screamed, panting, her own eye already swelling shut.
Across the room, the boys’ fight had escalated. Ben had Liam in a crushing headlock, his bicep flexed tight around Liam’s throat, their naked bodies slick and straining on the floorboards. Liam’s face was turning red, his hands clawing at Ben’s forearm while his legs kicked wildly, heels scraping the wood. “Get… off!” Liam gasped, then drove an elbow backward into Ben’s ribs. Ben grunted in pain but held on, rolling them so he ended up on top, pinning Liam’s shoulders with his knees.
Ben glanced sideways at the sound of the punch—saw Katie on top of Violet, fist raised again, Violet’s bloody face twisted in pain beneath her.
Something clicked in his chest. The rage drained from his eyes in an instant, replaced by cold clarity.
“Stop—Katie, no more!” He released Liam with a shove and scrambled to his feet. In two strides he was behind Katie, hooking his arms under hers and yanking her backward off Violet. She kicked and twisted, still snarling, but Ben was stronger. He dragged her upright, one arm locked around her waist, the other shielding her as he pulled her toward the stairs.
“Get your clothes on and get the fuck out” he roared over his shoulder at Violet and Liam. “Both of you! Now! This is done!”
Violet sat up slowly, blood dripping from her nose onto her bare chest, one hand cradling her face. Liam crawled to her side, coughing, his own body bruised and marked from the headlock. They stared, stunned and panting, as Ben hauled Katie up the staircase.
Katie’s black eye was already purpling, but she twisted in his grip just enough to spit one last venomous glare down at them. “i'll fuck you up bitch" she screamed still trying to break free of Ben to get at her enemy.
Ben’s voice dropped low and final as they disappeared around the landing, struggling to keep control of Katie. “You heard me. Clothes. Door. Out.”
The front door slammed minutes later. Upstairs, in the quiet of the bedroom, Ben gently sat Katie on the edge of the bed, tilting her chin to inspect the swelling around her eye. The fight was over. The house was theirs again. And the only thing left between them was the heavy, electric silence of everything that had just broken—and everything that might still be rebuilt.
Ben shot up from the sofa, his naked frame tense. “That’s enough! Jesus Christ, Violet, back off her!” He strode forward, grabbing Violet by the shoulders and trying to shove her backward toward the door. “You won, okay? It’s over. Get out of the way!”
Liam was on his feet in an instant, eyes blazing. “Don’t you fucking touch her, mate!” He slammed both hands into Ben’s chest, sending him stumbling back a step. Their naked bodies collided—skin slapping skin, cocks swinging with the sudden movement. “She’s my girlfriend, you prick!”
The shove turned into a mutual push. Ben growled and drove his shoulder into Liam’s sternum, forcing him back toward the sofa. Liam countered with a hard shove of his own, their bare chests grinding together, muscles straining. “You started it, asshole!”
Katie scrambled to her knees, still tear-streaked. “Ben, stop! Violet, let him go!” She lunged forward and grabbed Liam’s arm, trying to yank him away from her boyfriend.
At the same moment, Violet spun and seized Ben’s wrist with both hands, yanking hard to pull him off Liam. “Get your hands off him, you coward!”
Katie’s head snapped toward her. “Leave my boyfriend alone, you fucking bitch!” The words exploded out of her, raw and furious. The fragile truce shattered.
Violet whirled on Katie, eyes wild. “You want more? Fine!” She swung a wild open-hand slap that cracked across Katie’s cheekbone with a sharp smack. Katie’s head jerked sideways; the skin immediately began to darken into the first bloom of a black eye.
Katie didn’t hesitate. She tackled Violet low around the waist, driving her naked rival backward onto the carpet. They crashed down together, limbs flailing, breasts mashing against each other as they rolled. Violet tried to mount her, but Katie bucked hard, reversing position and slamming Violet onto her back. Straddling her hips, Katie drew her fist back and drove it straight into Violet’s face—once, twice. The second punch landed squarely on her nose with a wet crunch. Blood instantly sprayed across Violet’s lips and chin.
“Fuck you!” Katie screamed, panting, her own eye already swelling shut.
Across the room, the boys’ fight had escalated. Ben had Liam in a crushing headlock, his bicep flexed tight around Liam’s throat, their naked bodies slick and straining on the floorboards. Liam’s face was turning red, his hands clawing at Ben’s forearm while his legs kicked wildly, heels scraping the wood. “Get… off!” Liam gasped, then drove an elbow backward into Ben’s ribs. Ben grunted in pain but held on, rolling them so he ended up on top, pinning Liam’s shoulders with his knees.
Ben glanced sideways at the sound of the punch—saw Katie on top of Violet, fist raised again, Violet’s bloody face twisted in pain beneath her.
Something clicked in his chest. The rage drained from his eyes in an instant, replaced by cold clarity.
“Stop—Katie, no more!” He released Liam with a shove and scrambled to his feet. In two strides he was behind Katie, hooking his arms under hers and yanking her backward off Violet. She kicked and twisted, still snarling, but Ben was stronger. He dragged her upright, one arm locked around her waist, the other shielding her as he pulled her toward the stairs.
“Get your clothes on and get the fuck out” he roared over his shoulder at Violet and Liam. “Both of you! Now! This is done!”
Violet sat up slowly, blood dripping from her nose onto her bare chest, one hand cradling her face. Liam crawled to her side, coughing, his own body bruised and marked from the headlock. They stared, stunned and panting, as Ben hauled Katie up the staircase.
Katie’s black eye was already purpling, but she twisted in his grip just enough to spit one last venomous glare down at them. “i'll fuck you up bitch" she screamed still trying to break free of Ben to get at her enemy.
Ben’s voice dropped low and final as they disappeared around the landing, struggling to keep control of Katie. “You heard me. Clothes. Door. Out.”
The front door slammed minutes later. Upstairs, in the quiet of the bedroom, Ben gently sat Katie on the edge of the bed, tilting her chin to inspect the swelling around her eye. The fight was over. The house was theirs again. And the only thing left between them was the heavy, electric silence of everything that had just broken—and everything that might still be rebuilt.
! Others who are sorely missed by me are Kemala, Sintia, Vanda, Kornelia, Donna ( ? been two months ) , Loris, Tena ..... and these are only a few who have been MIA.
