[shesfinished]

Like many people having an addiction to something is common. We all have some. Food ,sugar, caffeine, weed  and gambling among others. For me it is poker, premium cigars and coffee. Alcohol is done with as I am 2.5 yrs. alcohol free. But for a very long time I am addicted to the realm of catfights. Since the days of Cavalier/Nugget/Sports Reviews catfight magazine, my body and mind cannot cease the urge of watching too hot women , nude or semi-nude engage in an all out catfight with the intent of finishing or destroying each other hand to hand, body to body using tactics to defeat an opponent.
I am not into mayhem , blood or face punching to cause facial damage. That is a turn off for me. Hairpulling,, slapping, breast/pussy mauling/smothers and body punching are what excites me the most. Also not a big fan of street brawls or teens engaging in so called fisticuffs.
Back in the day I would thumb thru adult magazines and fatasize in choosing  models in one on one catfights scenarios and how they would fight each other and the outcomes. I just cannot abstain this euphoric desire as I did with cigarettes and booze.
My addiction has gotten to a point where I keep anticipating the next Suitefight production hoping for more. Their last two fight production drove me crazy just waiting for it to happen and buying it upon release. I also enjoy how they put together real, non-scripted/fake between good looking ladies. I also like to pre-fight guess who the winner(s) would be and how they would win.
Sorry for this long post, but this catfight addiction is for real. Do any of you have this obsession regarding catfights? Any simalarities or thoughts? I think this addiction is for life. Waiting for the next Suitefight announcement.
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[sinclairfan]

Addiction is such a prejorative word, and is often accompanied by devastating consequences (bankruptcy, severe health outcomes, loneliness, jail) far out of proportion to any pleasure available from the underlying vice and/or behavior.

The way I look at it is:  it's a lifelong unbridled optimism, in the absence of any emprircal evidence (or, based on only the thinnest reed of empirical evidence), that a girlfight is going to break out TODAY between the two sexiest, friskiest women currently in your life (be it your worklife, personal life, or recreational life; even better if you're able to cross-pollinate between those domains), that the fight will be long and intense, and that it will incorporate a bewitching brew of clothing, setting, setup, and bitter trashtalk.

And that if said fantasy fight doesn't break out today, it will surely break out tomorrow.

Case in point:
1976--Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.  Cheryl Tiegs, in Mauritius, is the cover girl.  20-page or so spread.  Surely one of the 20 will show her going toe to toe on the beach with another model, a local, a tourist MILF on the beach, a spring break coed--anyone pretty. Right?, RIGHT?

No?  No problem.  I'll just wait until.....

1977--Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.  Christie Brinkley in the Seychelles.

Then....

1978--Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.  Kathy Ireland in Jamaica.

Etc, etc.  (All 3 of Cheryl, Christie, and Kathy are still alive and looking fighting fit.  It still COULD happen.  Even in 2022.  Or 2023.  Maybe versus each other.  Or maybe picture evidence will surface that it DID already happen in 1977.  Maybe that's how Christie WON the cover from Cheryl in the first place.)

Someimes, the 1 in 1,000,000 lottery ticket does hit.  Sometimes Women's MMA does actually get invented and thrives and draws in 9.5-looks women athletes.  Sometimes the college girlfriend and hometown girlfriend actually find out about each other--and decide to 'chat'.  Sometimes, on an episode of The Fall Guy, Jody Banks actually tries to take in an attractive bail-runner who fights back.  Sometimes a Chris Evert, getting reflective in life and facing her own mortality, reflects on women she had run-in's with in her prime and never got along with.  Sometimes the two ex's/rivals figure out each others' married names, find each other on Facebook, and realize they live in driving distance.  Sometimes the massage therapist drops a hint that she doesn't care for the new hair stylist next door, and wouldn't mind finding out who the better woman is some Friday after work.

But the new mornings never stop, the new possibilities never stop evolving and simmering.

And we all need a reason to get up every morning.  THAT's never a bad thing.  And never something to apologize for.

One final thought:  the other day, a flyer came around from my favorite watering hole saying that it was starting $1-off Happy Hour bottled beers.  I briefly thought it said $1 Happy Hour bottled beers, and felt 30 seconds of pure bliss.

I read closer, and was disappointed.  Who cares about $1 off?  But I got my 30 seconds of bliss.  It was worth it.

[VAKris]

Addiction is such a prejorative word, and is often accompanied by devastating consequences (bankruptcy, severe health outcomes, loneliness, jail) far out of proportion to any pleasure available from the underlying vice and/or behavior.

The way I look at it is:  it's a lifelong unbridled optimism, in the absence of any emprircal evidence (or, based on only the thinnest reed of empirical evidence), that a girlfight is going to break out TODAY between the two sexiest, friskiest women currently in your life (be it your worklife, personal life, or recreational life; even better if you're able to cross-pollinate between those domains), that the fight will be long and intense, and that it will incorporate a bewitching brew of clothing, setting, setup, and bitter trashtalk.

And that if said fantasy fight doesn't break out today, it will surely break out tomorrow.

Case in point:
1976--Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.  Cheryl Tiegs, in Mauritius, is the cover girl.  20-page or so spread.  Surely one of the 20 will show her going toe to toe on the beach with another model, a local, a tourist MILF on the beach, a spring break coed--anyone pretty. Right?, RIGHT?

No?  No problem.  I'll just wait until.....

1977--Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.  Christie Brinkley in the Seychelles.

Then....

1978--Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.  Kathy Ireland in Jamaica.

Etc, etc.  (All 3 of Cheryl, Christie, and Kathy are still alive and looking fighting fit.  It still COULD happen.  Even in 2022.  Or 2023.  Maybe versus each other.  Or maybe picture evidence will surface that it DID already happen in 1977.  Maybe that's how Christie WON the cover from Cheryl in the first place.)

Someimes, the 1 in 1,000,000 lottery ticket does hit.  Sometimes Women's MMA does actually get invented and thrives and draws in 9.5-looks women athletes.  Sometimes the college girlfriend and hometown girlfriend actually find out about each other--and decide to 'chat'.  Sometimes, on an episode of The Fall Guy, Jody Banks actually tries to take in an attractive bail-runner who fights back.  Sometimes a Chris Evert, getting reflective in life and facing her own mortality, reflects on women she had run-in's with in her prime and never got along with.  Sometimes the two ex's/rivals figure out each others' married names, find each other on Facebook, and realize they live in driving distance.  Sometimes the massage therapist drops a hint that she doesn't care for the new hair stylist next door, and wouldn't mind finding out who the better woman is some Friday after work.

But the new mornings never stop, the new possibilities never stop evolving and simmering.

And we all need a reason to get up every morning.  THAT's never a bad thing.  And never something to apologize for.

One final thought:  the other day, a flyer came around from my favorite watering hole saying that it was starting $1-off Happy Hour bottled beers.  I briefly thought it said $1 Happy Hour bottled beers, and felt 30 seconds of pure bliss.

I read closer, and was disappointed.  Who cares about $1 off?  But I got my 30 seconds of bliss.  It was worth it.

There were so many from the SI swimsuit issue.   The "Dream Team" edition is another one that stands out.  Always wanted to see Elle McPherson and Rachel Hunter have a go at each other.  And why Christie or Cheryl was not on that cover to make a foursome, facing Kathy Ireland.   Christie and Stephanie Seymour would have been another battle of the "covergirls" to watch.  And Brooklyn Decker vs Kate Upton or Bar Raefeli.  Yes, blissful thoughts imagining.

[CatfightsAreFun]

It's kind of strange, when it comes to gaming (which I do a lottt of) I'm very cautious with what I purchase. If I see a game that's £15 I usually do a lot of research and then wait a few days before I decide whether to buy it or not, like it's a big deal. With catfight videos / art though I'll easily drop £30 without a second thought.

It might also be biased because I spend a lot of time working on my art, but I do spend most of my free-time looking through this forum, on DeviantArt, Clips4Sale and other websites for catfighting material. So yes, I would say I have an obsession lol but an addiction? I guess you could classify it as an addiction but people usually refer to that when it's something that negatively affects your life, for me it's just a hobby that I'm incredibly interested in and hopefully will be a job someday!

[Horny-Jew]

Like many people having an addiction to something is common. We all have some. Food ,sugar, caffeine, weed  and gambling among others. For me it is poker, premium cigars and coffee. Alcohol is done with as I am 2.5 yrs. alcohol free. But for a very long time I am addicted to the realm of catfights. Since the days of Cavalier/Nugget/Sports Reviews catfight magazine, my body and mind cannot cease the urge of watching too hot women , nude or semi-nude engage in an all out catfight with the intent of finishing or destroying each other hand to hand, body to body using tactics to defeat an opponent.
I am not into mayhem , blood or face punching to cause facial damage. That is a turn off for me. Hairpulling,, slapping, breast/pussy mauling/smothers and body punching are what excites me the most. Also not a big fan of street brawls or teens engaging in so called fisticuffs.
Back in the day I would thumb thru adult magazines and fatasize in choosing  models in one on one catfights scenarios and how they would fight each other and the outcomes. I just cannot abstain this euphoric desire as I did with cigarettes and booze.
My addiction has gotten to a point where I keep anticipating the next Suitefight production hoping for more. Their last two fight production drove me crazy just waiting for it to happen and buying it upon release. I also enjoy how they put together real, non-scripted/fake between good looking ladies. I also like to pre-fight guess who the winner(s) would be and how they would win.
Sorry for this long post, but this catfight addiction is for real. Do any of you have this obsession regarding catfights? Any simalarities or thoughts? I think this addiction is for life. Waiting for the next Suitefight announcement.
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Absolutely agree. I also am not into any violence. I do not want any women to get hurt. I get horny as hell when women start to rip the other's clothes off at the beginning of the catfight.

[LQQKING4CATFIGHTER]

    There are many people with Porn addictions, but Catfight matches add a extra twist as doesn't know the out come of the match so there is a build up waiting for new match unlike other types of porn that is basic the same as earlier videos. Sitting down to watch a match for first time can be exsplosive

[shesfinished]

Yeah , it is that extra twist that fuels my addiction. Not knowing the outcome , who wins. and how is a turn on for me especially when you fantasize on two particular women you wanna see catfight becomes a reality. Porn is predictable, but catfights are not. Problem is I have too many catfight fantasies.