So the girl over at Fights.Sexy made a whole lead in section to this fight, with some comments from our profiles and chatlogs between me and Ewa that we sent her, but I don’t have the skill to show that all here. So maybe head over there and check all that out ->
https://www.fights.sexy/the-better-predator/I want to say thank you to Ewa who was such a brilliant partner to work with for this chat log
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Maria:
I was 19 and I loved him. Because of course I did, at that age. He was handsome and older. With a well-kept beard, a swagger in his walk, and a motorcycle he’d ride into the quad of my high school when picking me up.
He was everything I ever dreamed of. Everything I had ever wanted, though I had only been a person with thoughts for a blink, at that point.
I did whatever he asked, whenever he asked, wherever he asked. Sacrificing my pride and sexual restraints to please him. I thought it would keep him loyal. That he would love me, if I just kept him satisfied. But one day, I noticed it. Not lipstick on his collar. Not condoms in his pocket.
But my shampoo feeling just a little bit lighter. Not once, so that I might write it off as a fault memory. Not twice, where I might think it was odd -- knowing he would never use what he called “my girly stuff”. In fact not even three times, where I might bring it up, just to sate my own curiosity.
Instead the shampoo bottle got lighter again and again, until just as a test, I stopped using it all together. And though I did, still did it lighten until finally, it was empty. A lightness in my hand that I would have raged about, had I not seen the note on the back of the bottle. Handwritten and taped to it’s purple surface.
It’s cursive-drawn letters saying: “Every night I fuck him. Every night I make him cum inside me. Then I come in here and wash my hair with your shampoo. With love, Brisa.”
Standing their nude, under the hot shower water, I read that note maybe a hundred times. Until the water that rained down on me washed the ink away and then slowly ate away at the paper.
When finally I could move again. Breathe again, I got dressed, and ran from his house, to my car, and then cried. For hours. For days, when I got home. Obsessing about who it was that left me that message. About how cruel she must have been to do something so mean. About how powerful she must have felt to have the audacity to write such a note, knowing I might come to challenge her.
But I didn’t.
I just move on. From him. From his bed. From his shower. And from Brisa, whoever she was and whatever she looked like.
It was a decision that haunted me, gnawed at me, and twisted me. Until the only way I could feel strong or in control was to do what she did. Not in revenge against her, but to other women. Whoever I could find. Reenacting the cruelty that had been done to me to feel confident, like she must have.
A confidence that was false at first. Fragile after some time. And now, as I stand on your doorstep knocking with the underside of my fist, is unassailable. Its strength beaming from my tight, blue, sundress covered body, bottomed by black heels. An outfit I have no doubt you will take from me. Heels I will with as much certainty will use as weapons if you let me.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
I didn't believe it at first..... She was a kid.... It must be a mistake... A prank... A cruel joke.... I tried to nervously smile and chuckle, to just laugh it off... My reaction reading the letter was actually going out, heading to Peet's coffee, and getting myself a Honey Cinnamon Ice Latte... I tipped then big, more than the price of the coffee in fact, and on my way home, driving, the tears just started to fall... As my heart sank.... I had to pull over, practically unable to see the road.... Sobbing, crying until it hurt...... Deep gasps and groans leaving my chest that BURNED with anguish and rage... With loss.... Helplessness settled in..
The deep insult and humiliation.... To be 35... And be disrespected that way, not only by the man I chose... The man I said 'Yes.' to when he got in his knees only 7 months ago... The man I shrugged and told him when the Covid-19 crisis began; "I don't care if our wedding is delayed... I will marry you right here, in the kitchen...." -- But I should have seen it in his awkward smile, and thinly veiled lies.... Telling me that he wanted to wait, that he wanted to give me a wedding.... Did he have second thoughts then??? Was he still testing that... younger... cxnt... Seeing how much tighter it was??? Did he fucking love her short round figure and thicker thighs??? Did she give him what I denied him, allowing him to enter her from behind??? Did she say yes to the no I gave when he 'joked' about having a threesome??? I don't know... I can't fucking tell anything... But as my eyes dried at the source, and as the loss subsided, there was nothing but... Rage.... And with it... Revenge....
I came for your place.... I observed... Raging... Feeling the insult going deeper, to realize that my foe was so much younger and more youthful.... I scanned your body, every curve dialed up to 11, every dimple loud to a deafening screech, every ounce of your beauty weighed down like it's a neutron star, sent on a collision course with my deflated ego and pride..... But I struck.... I never acted so.... slutty in my life... I made myself easy.... I watched Basic Instinc the night before, and channeled the Sharon Stone inside every woman... The black widow... The seductress... I lured him to a room rigged with 8 cameras... I fucked him... I fucked him harder than I ever fucked Ryan..... And when he was drained, I kicked him out.... I spent two days compiling the video.... The response..... Out of the 20 or so hour footage, I sent you 30 minutes..... And I told you if you want the rest, you'd have to come and pick it up yourself.... The invitation was clear..... A social call at a time of Pandemic.... But the plague was not just in the air and the streets... The plague was in my heart.... And it wanted to consume you... To pay you for it...... And sitting in my living room, trying to stop myself from biting on my nail ends, in my yellow, loose summer dress.... My open toed sandals flat, not giving my any extra inches to my 5'4"..... I waited until the knocks rose on the door....
My neck craned, staring at the door.... Blankly..... Breathing hard... Tell her to go away.... No.. Just be quiet... Until she gives up and leaves..... Or maybe, walk up to the kitchen and pick up my carving knife out of the block.... Yes, that will do it.... But instead.... Of cowardice or madness, instead, I say in a loud voice, clear enough for you to hear.... "It's unlocked. Come in."--------------------------------------------
Maria:
As I stand there on your doorstep, my lips not pressed to Ryan’s, nor my hands working to undo his belt, I flash back to it all. Not the story that brought me to the fetish of and obsession with sleeping with other women’s men. Not the long twisted tale of self-doubt and self-loathing, but the very moment you struck back at me.
The moment when the latest sheep of so many became a wolf. A predator who stalked me. Hunted me. Found my lair and then fucked the only man I had ever been with, since Brisa….
Since she took the man who’s name I can even bring myself to say.
But you did not stop at fucking him. Instead you filmed in and then flaunted it. Sending me pictures and videos. Images I poured over just as I did that note I found in the shower looking them over and watching them hundreds of times until we began to send letters and emails back and forth. Only to thereafter give you my number and then whisper hatefully to each other in one hate-filled message after another.
And though, in truth, I could have found enough in those malicious replies to sustain and feed my loathing for years. We both wanted more. Needed more. Not to just sit there on opposite ends of town, fingering ourselves as we lingered and luxuriated in our mutual desire to destroy one another.
So we planned, prepared, and positioned ourselves. Each of us in a pair of the other’s cumstained panties. You in your home, sitting on your couch and me on that same doorstep where it all started.
“It’s unlocked. Come in.” I hear you call to me. Inviting me into the private hell we have arranged. It is an offer I accept. Not irritated or frustrated, by your insistence on distance. But calmly and confidently. My red-nailed right hand grabbing for the handle, turning it, and then pressing the door open.
Its dark wood swinging in as through the doorway it once guarded I step. Into your entryway, your living room, and then before either of us have made eye contact, in front of you. A placement I let fade, as before you can greet or grab, I move to grab a nearby lounging chair and drag it over your carpeted floor and towards you. It coming to a squeaking stop as suddenly I drop 5’3’’, 120 lbs body down into it. Cross my young, thick legs, and then finally look to you. My eyes conveying every bit of emotion that we share, but also a donned calmness that matches your own.
“Thank you for allowing us to do. . .THIS. . .here. My apartment is too small, but you already know that.”--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
I stare at the door... My eyes fixated on it.... My breathing heavy... Ragged.... Shallow..... Labored..... I don't blink.... I can't.... I've only seen you in one context... Behind the counter, in your barrista apron, dressed in simple, casual clothing, that still allowed your curvy latina body to shine and lure eyes to the little bit of cleavage, and the clean, unblemished, tight, unwrinkled skin.... You went over and ahead to display yourself like a piece of meat... To tease and lure men to your trap.... And while you were pretty, you oversexualized everything...
Every smile and wink and little hop that sent your big round breasts bouncing in your t-shirts... But I wonder.. What would you dress in, coming for combat.... And I get my answer; blue.... A sundress, that shows more than it hides, and perfectly reveals the curves it's concealing.......
You walk in, and our eyes meet... Your dark, cruel, THIRSTY eyes glaring at me and I can see the tightness in the corners in your lips as you see the clench of my own teeth.. I don't move... I remain seated in my green velvet chair in the formal living area at the front of the house... Opposite to the formal, 10-seat dining table... Behind me, the full glass wall of my wine cellar.... Ryan... Nowhere to be found... I sent him away.... He thinks I'm taking my time to heal my emotional wounds, he doesn't need to know that tonight, I will be incurring so many more real ones... Ones that might scar... That might last... Wounds that I intend to race you to inflicitng with every slash, gouge, and bite.... And with deadly contempt, you grab a chair and drag it on the carpet and plop down on it, sitting there, then... you.. THANK me.....
Thank me?? I glare at you.... As you hiss the words..... And I don't find that amusing... At all... My face remains in a scowl.... My eyes narrow, and my brows furrow... Tiny wrinkles appearing on my forehead, crow's feet around my eyes that haven't had much sleep in weeks accentuate themselves... The signs of aging on my otherwise pristine, well-kept figure showing the cruelty of mistress time; as I hiss... "You're.... Welcome???" -- I snarl the words, as my legs slowly uncross, then re-cross the other way... I notice your heel instantly... The sharp point of it..... And I understand instantly both why you appeared taller than I remember, and the purpose of them.... "... Off...." I hiss in a gruff voice, as I reach up with my right foot, and press the edge of my sandal against the tip of your hanging right heel.... "None of that shit..... Or it won't stop at heels, Maria..." I say in a cold tone, as I tilt my foot up and slowly pluck your shoe off your foot, lifting it, slowly, and softly letting the leather drag against your smooth, soft skin until the shoe falls and plops to the floor... And then I lower my foot and pressing the back of my sandal into the floor, I pull my own foot out of it, and then slowly recross my legs, staring at you, waiting for you to lift your other leg up so I can do the same..... "And yes... Your apartment is... Too small... Not that it would have mattered... I don't think we're going to play hide'n'seek...... I intend to keep you within arms length... Until this is... OVER... But speaking of which... How do we know, when this is over....?"--------------------------------------------
Maria:
In your emails and texts you sounded so certain and sure of yourself. Of our roles in this game. Of your victory and my subsequent regret. But with every second that passes I see that facade brittle and flake, only to, a moment later, turn into dust in the air and drift.
You are scared of me.
Not that I will hurt you. Not that I will beat you. But what I am in comparison to you. My youth and your age. My soft, supple body and your thinner, more tone frame. Even perhaps my energy to persecute this little war we have agreed to and prostitute myself, not for money but with the aim of making Ryan mine.
All of it I see before you respond to me, and yet as you demand I take off my heels, and then in agreement with that demand take off your own, it is a clarion call. One that begs me to push you. Not because I see you as lesser. Or because your fears are justified. But instead because I want to seap inside your mind like a poison, and make you second guess your every thought before you’ve even brought them to bear.
“Do you think I want it to stop at heels, Ewa. . .?” I ask as my still heeled foot raises, not up in a crossing of legs, but out and towards you. “Do you think I have come here to battle you with rules…?” As my soft, sensual voice asks you, your question of when it will over taking a backseat for the moment, I extend my leg further, and slowly drag the tip of my heel up the calf of your floorbound foot. Not hard, but softly. Both of us well aware that at any moment I might strike.
“Is that how your fierceness has ebbed in your older years...? Is this what will happen to me when I am your age…?” Knowing and seeing how every word effects you, I keep moving my foot. Keep driving it forward slowly. Until the the traveling tip of it shifts, angles, and then presses in such a way that the last of our footwear pops off and falls next to you on the couch.
Having given you the sanity you asked for, I then sit back in my chair, cross my legs once again, and then as our fiery eyes lock together once more, I answer your final question. “This will never be over. . .” Regardless of what happens today. . .”--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
We glare at one another... And I can see that look in your face.... The look of a predator... Of a huntress, that could sniff my hesitation and doubts.... You have the SOUL of a cxnt.... And you are embracing it... With no shame... No hesitation, you lift your other leg up, but away from the reach of my de-shoeing foot..... You speak with a zen, calm, almost curious tone.... You know things are not even.... We're not the same... That you hold some cards that have so long withered and died in my hands....
Age... Age conquers all... And without saying a word, with just that leg lift and flesh of your soft, round, unwrinkled thigh all the way to its root, you taunt me with your softer skin, and abundant youth..... While simultaneously declaring this a war with no rules... One where atrocities are common... I'm distracted by the stare of your heel as you push it and drive it into my leg, and my teeth clench.. My instinct to flinch suppressed by my stubborn refusal to succumb to the pain and give you the satisfaction of enjoying that momentary superiority....... You drag it up all the way to the back of my knee..... As you begin to speak more openly about my 'older years'......
You inquire, with child-like curiosity.... Pushing until your heel is plucked off... But I find no relief in it, as you disarm yourself, showing a callous lack of interest, or NEED for weaponry...... My other foot pulling out of my sandal, and I glare at you..... "Ebbed??? Oh... You are so mistaken...." I say in a calm voice, that I try to keep cool, but it still shudders with the rage to the imbecilic disregard manifest before me......
And as you declare it a never ending affair, I smirk and cruelly say; "Oh... But it will..... It will be over today..... That, you should be sure of...." I say in a chilling tone, as my right foot pushes forwards, the toes straightened, and I wedge it into the gap between your crossed thighs... The bottom of my foot sliding at the top of your left thigh, while my toe nails, angled up, push and slowly drag across the back of your thigh, slowly pushing my leg forwards, letting you feel my toe nails, grazing, and slowly scratching the back of your soft, tender thigh..... "You will never grow to be like me, Maria...... You and I, come from two very different worlds..... And you simply... Don't have what it takes.... I'll show it to you, again, and again... While you scream.... And bleed.... While you rue the choices you've made till this moment, but chief among all, is declaring this; a lawless conflict...." My words turning to a hiss, as my toes push further up your thighs, an inch from your crotch, and with a little surge I thrust my leg, trying to cut the last few centimeters, and jam my toe nails right into your cxnt....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
I watch as you almost turn to flickering cinders and windblown ash in your seat on the couch. My every word a provocation and attack. My every glimmer of glare a dare and a challenge. And though for a moment I feel as if I have you on the very edge of losing control, you resist it.
You settle. Not letting loose of your anger, but focusing it to allow you to regain the confidence you had when we spoke before today. Your leg, lifting like mine did, but not to the outside of my leg. No, as instead you aim for my center, squeezing your toes and feet into the opening between my cross legs. Legs which part for you like the Red Sea, as you scrap your nails down the delicate flesh of my inner thighs. The limb that drives them moving deeper and deeper, until suddenly you turn what was a slow push into a sudden thrust. Your nails driving into my sex, and clutching at the fabric of the cum-stained panties you sent me to wear.
At the contact, and the pain of it. At the sound of your voice and words replaying in my head, I close my eyes, and bite my bottom lip and then say. “Fuck you, Ewa.” The response is short. Simple. And yet it is all that I can offer as I try to endure this taste of pain you share with me. My mind begging me to fight back, as my soul tells me to wait. To stay. And to let you have this.
Not out of pity. Not out of a pleasure-drenched drifting from malice to desire. But instead to show you how similar we are.
Have you seen it? Have I shown you? Do you understand? I would know, but my eyes are closed. Lids jammed shut until in a sudden burst of action, I reach between my legs, grab your foot, drag it up to my mouth and then try like the devil girl I am to bite down.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
My fury is building.... I'm glaring into the eyes of this soulless fiend..... I can't imagine what transpired in this girl's life, to turn her into this remorseless, cruel, apathetic shard of hatred..... But I have no intentions of finding out. You're not here to be counseled... You're not here to confess your sins and seek forgiveness.... We won't hold hands and sing Kumbaya.... And you are not seeking guidance, or a way to redeem yourself.....
You're here to confront me...
To fight me...
To ravage me and finish the job you started that day, when you fucked him... When you sent that letter with a smirk..... You did it before, I'm certain... And perhaps, you were just searching for the one... The one who won't keel over and break down in tears... The one who would stand up for herself... Who would slap back... And you've found her.... In me... you've found her.... My foot thrusts into your loins and I can feel it.. The moist fabric.... The wetness... Your body convulsing, and your claws sink into the arms of the chair, but you don't scream.... You hold it, you channel that RAGE for few moments and then you GROWL your cuss word and reach down for my foot, your claws grabbing the ankle, lifting, and you SNAP your foot down…
My eyes go wide, gasping and turning my foot to the side, curling my toes, but there is no avoidng it, I barely manage to evade the first bite, but the second, sinks in true, into the ball of the foot, right below the big toe... i SCREAAAM and my body jolts in pain, I try to pull my leg free, but your claws just sink deeper into my calf, scratching as you GROWL and gnaw, your eyes opened slightly, GLARING at me as you SINK your fangs down.. Your small perfect white teeth digging into my flesh as I howl and flail, sliding down into my chair, my butt coming off the edge, hanging in the gap between the too chairs... "RRARRRRRGGG!! YOU FUCKING BIIITCHHH!!!!" I scream and grab the arms of my chair frantically so I don't lose my balance, my claws digging into the green velvet.... My other foot coming up, and without delay or thought I thrust my foot to your face, sinking my toenails above your right eyebrow and I DRAG down savagely, trying to sweep my sharpened toenails across your face to make you let go....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
A quick bite, and I would release you. A message. A lesson. That I would hurt you. That I would tear your flesh in any way that I was able. But then I would let you go. Not to give you a chance to back out, but to dive atop you and start this.
But when I hear you scream. When I feel you react to the pain I have caused. I go blind to my plan. Deaf to my intentions. And mute, as my teeth continue to bite into your toes.
The experience of it, of hurting you like we had discussed. Of ravaging you like I had promised. Seizing my soul and forcing me to keep your toes caught between my teeth. Your curses and cries only making me bite down harder in excitement and desire.
But then it comes. Your other foot and the nails thereon. Nails which dig into my face and then drag down. My flesh splitting in 3 full, and one half ravine of cut flesh. Cuts that open and then spread as my jaw unhinges, teeth release, and lips part in a terrible scream as your wounded foot retracts.
That scream, a shrill, sound of physical pain unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. And though it is. And though part of me begs me to turn from it. Run from it. And betray every word I had ever spoken to you. Instead, as you try to fight your way from between my chair and your couch, I lift my right foot, jam it down onto your chest, and then with curled toes and the nails at their tip, I drag down. Hooking the top of your dress, as I too open rivers of red on your big, beautiful, left tit.
“BIIITTTTCCCHHHH!!!” I then shout, as I scramble to get to you. To get atop you. And then sink every sharp weapon at my disposal I have into your flesh.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
I scream and flail... The madness has begun.... I didn't see it happening this way... Not at all... I saw it begin with me striking first... I spent far too much time pondering, would it be a slap, or a backhand... If I would grab you by your hair and whip you into a wall and grind my body against yours... Taunting and spraying your face with spittle, while you weaken and melt away...
But the reality is so different.. The reality has you assaulting.. Has you clinging on too hard, that my own attempts to free my limb cause my body to practically hang in the gap between the chairs, my yellow dress hiked up exposing my white panties and butt cheeks, while I balance on my shoulder blades... But I strike back, fueled by nothing but instinct and rage, slashing across your face...
A swipe that sends you screaming and releasing me... And ironically, with you releasing my legs, the leverage holding me up is gone, and my buttocks sink down into the gap, my arms scrambling to hold myself up..... But then, your foot comes crashing down on my chest... "UUURRGGGARRRGGHHH!!" I grunt as your heel drills into my left tit and you STOMP hard, sending my body falling down, my ass crashing into the floor, my legs up spread and splayed on the seat of your chair, with my shoulders and back leaning against my own chair.... Wedged in the small space, I try to scramble, only to feel the SLASSSHHH across my chest, that destroys the illusion I had, that I disarmed your feet.... Your toe nails, are as sharpened as my own, and I feel the vicious pain of them RAKING down across my tit, before pulling my dress down to show even more skin....
And you don't stop there, you shriek and THROW your body down, pushing your ass off your chair and you come CRASHING down on mine, your thick round latina ass smashing on my hip as you land in a straddle on me, your claws reaching forwards to me, but I scream and tuck my face between my forearms, roaring as my entrapment seems to be complete now, with the chairs blocking my front and rear and you crashing on the top... But I screech.... "WHOOOREEEE!!!" And shove my claws into the underside of your heaving, young, perky tits, my palms smacking into the blue fabric of the dress, and I PUSH hard.... But there is barely any sag.... Your tits... At the beginning of their fight against gravity are defiant, high, firm, and perfectly spherical... I might have size, but you surely have the firmness, and I HISS in rage curling my hands, firm or not, they can be squeezed, crushed, and stabbed, and I GOUGE my fingertips into the fabric, spreading and then closing them, trying to trap two balls of flesh underneath the material of your dress and PUSH hard UP, MAULING your tits wildly as I try to rock right and left, but I have no leverage with my legs up and draped on the seat you've abandoned, so I start to screech and DRUM with my feet hard at the chair, trying to push it away, centimeter at a time so I can get a chance to knock you off, before you capitalize too much on your position.....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
As it had to. As it should have. Our battle began when our mirrored prides met. Each of us trying to instill in the other the deference and submission we found lacking. First with my heel, then your foot, and then my teeth.
And yet from that conflict of confidence, we have leaped not into fire but inferno. Each of us unloading every attack we have access to, as soon as it pops in our head that we can.
A fact made plane by the blood dripping from my right brow and the cheek below it. Blood which drips down on your kicked up dress as I drop from my seat and into a straddle of your hips. My hands and yours moving like lightning to each others tits. Mine, youth-firm and resilient, whereas yours are shaped by heaven and sized perfectly to make me hate you.
Pairs of mismatched, but equally gorgeous breasts we pry, pinch, and pull at there on the floor of your home. Each of us trying desperately to avoid the cloth our targets, as together we groan, cry, and scream at one another. “CUUUNNNNTTTTT!!!”
But as we suffer and shout, you kick at the green chair behind me. Needing it gone. Needing it pushed away, or perhaps turned over to free yourself and to give your rocking in one direction and then the other even the slightest chance at success. It is a tell that pushes me to lift, to shift, and then to drive my right knee into your abdomen, just below your tits. Abandoning my straddle, and breast grab, as I reach down for your hair, and try to pull you up by the head, towards me, and in a direction you cannot go. My knee compressing your insides as I grunt in effort, your hands, at the distance, straining to keep hold of the tits that taunt you so.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
I didn't expect anything else.... I went for your breasts, because... They were out there... Because for the last ten minutes of our 'parlay', I was eyeing them, among the most of your perfect, pristine, sleepy possessions with absolute envy..... And I saw the way you stared at my chestier bust, and now.. We both unleash at the targets we designate worthy of the first round of torment.... Like two parts of a greater whole, some catty hive mind, we mirror the other's assault at once and we both SCREAAAM as hard claw-shaped palms SINK into the flesh, my left breast already marked by your sharp toenails, with three open splits bleeding softly down on the yellow fabric, while your claws gouge into the material, attacking what's beneath with utter fury and envy... Screaming as you GOUGE and PUSH down on me... You're not bigger or heavier.... Just shaped differently and your thicker ass and rounder thighs grind on my slim hips as you PRESS down on me, until I can feel the wet, cum-stained thong that I mailed you, rubbing against my tanned thighs... "WHOOOOOOOOREEEEE!!!!!"
I kick wildly at the chair behind you, knowing that without my legs on the floor, I can't brace, lift, or bridge up... That I'd be boxed in this WEDGE between both seats setting me at a permanent disadvantage that I can't afford against this sharp-fanged WHORE.... I HISS in fury as you lift your body up suddenly, pulling on my breasts and dress then.. "UNNNGGHHH!!!!" Your knee drives down into my upper abs, missing my solar plexus by an inch, but the blow still feels like you rammed through my ribs and shattered them all, as I GASP and shudder, my body hunching more, as my eyes shut in absolute AGONY....... My fingers release your breast in shock, while yours do the same to mine with a purpose, grabbing my hair and you YANK upwards, PULLING me viciously into you, with your knee GRINDING down on my chest as you try to strain and PULL on my follicles and neck, while bending my chest over your knee....
"NNRRRARRRGGGGHHH!!" I scream in agony, tormented as you pivot your weight on that one knee, groaning as my hands completely fall off your chest and I reach down, focusing them on that damned thick thigh trying to drill THROUGH my chest, and I clamp my nails on the thigh from both side, my left paw jamming into the outside and back, clawing and digging my nails into the meaty thigh, while my right claw sinks into the soft inside of your thigh..... The flesh so soft, the skin so flawless.... No cellulite or fat, just youthful fullness that is driving my envy, and right now, is depriving me from any breath, while you seem intent on ripping my head off my shoulders by the hair, my claws MAULING and trying to claw like an Eagle trapped under a boulder....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
I can feel it deep between my legs. My own excitement. My own lust. Not for you, though you are beautiful. Not from the contact of my flesh and yours, though there is a pleasure to it. But instead because of the violence we share. The suffering we each inflict. The pain that ravages our bodies as together we struggle in the tight confines of small space left between your couch and chair.
It is an excitement turned liquid and liquid turn drip that pitters and patters on your stomach as it drops, slides, and then wells in your belly button as your dress rides high and higher up your body.
A collection of essence I have no time to smirk at, as I pull at your hair. Trying to wind you. To wound you. To rip every follicle of hair out of your scalp. All while I drive my knee down into your abdomen.
“This is just the beginning, cxnt! DO YOU HEAR ME!?” I yell at you, wanting you to feel the same excitement I do. To know that this pain I inflict is only a taste of what I will inflict upon you.
But even as the words leave my mouth you give up on chasing and reaching my breasts, and instead drive your nails into my soft thighs and calves. Dragging them and digging them in as if your life depended on hurting me.
I want to take it. To withstand it. To keep pulling at your hair, and driving the air out of your body until you beg for me to stop. But Your nails are too talented and your hands too skilled. Making every second that I leave my leg in your reach a hell. One I announce again and again, in yelps, cries, and then finally a scream of pain that comes as I try to lift off of you, to readjust. But as I move to stand, you draw your right leg back, and drive your foot into my tit. Driving me back, into the green chair in which I sat. Not softly, but so hard that it tips back, and then in it I crash back to the carpeted floor.
Our war, for a moment stolen from us. Neither able to reach the other. You on your back on the floor, as I lay on mine, in the chair where this all started. “UUUnnnngggghhhh!!!! BITCH!” I rage, as I try to roll off the chair to my feet, though the curved angles of its back keep from doing so, if only for a moment.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
We fucking fight savagely, in this uneven warfare... There is no doubt who is getting the worst of it... Even though you're bleeding from your cheek, and me from my breast... Every passing moment with you on top of me, is showing the wicked intent of this skilled fighting cxnt....
You go from even footing to a straddle to this rib-crushing motion so fluidly and smoothly, and it's taxing me, causing that agony in my chest bone, and the compression on my ribs..... I scream and dig into your right thigh, trying to punish that leg that is putting me through the grinder, while SCREAMING at the top of my burning lungs from the hairs POPPING off my hair, and my spine bent in this awkward, impossible manner it was not meant to... And perhaps if not for the Yoga and stretching I religiously practice, my spine would have snapped by now......
But finally, you pull back and I flail wildly, trying to thrust you away and you crash into the chair and fall down, screaming as I fall to my side, courtesy of a final YANK on my hair by your hand... And we lay there, at the feet of the two chairs, you halfway atop the toppled down one...... I gasp and cough...... I don't have much air in my lungs, and my sternum is throbbing in pain, but I know I can't remain down.... I saw how much you can TAKE if you are atop....
I snarl and watch you trying to roll off the chair and I kick wildly with my left foot, smacking you into your right ankle and sweeping your leg from under you, causing you to fall down, just a delay to put me a split second ahead, as I rise and POUNCE down on you, my right hand going for your right arm trying to grab , while my left goes down towards your right leg, trying to hold your limbs one each side of your body to keep you down, as my head dives down, my mouth opening, and my eyes set on the lower half of your right butt cheek.... RAGE in my eyes as I try to take a CHOMP on your curvy soft flesh, and get a fucking TASTE of you..... "NNRARARRRRRGGHHH!!"--------------------------------------------
Maria:
Unlike anything I have ever experienced before, you are an addiction, real and actual. My every thought, since first we broke each others heart, fucked the others man, and messaged one another, being about you. About speaking to you and competing with you. At first with words. Then threats. Then pronouncements of our hatred for one another. The excitement of it giving me a thrill that I had never had before.
Every moment where we weren’t violating each other with our words feeling like an eternity and a hell in themselves. And though it was a hell I didn’t think could get worse. As on this chair I writhe like a worm, trying to get free, it is worse.
I want it back.
I need it back.
Our struggle of flesh and claws. Teeth and torment.
That thirst driving me to throw a mini-fit as I finally, I fight to my stomach and try to crawl off the chair to get back to you. But just as I spin you come for me, diving down and bracing yourself against my closest leg and nearest arm. Grips meant not only to keep you up, but to keep me down as you lean in, down, and then sink your teeth into my supple, Latina ass.
One as soft and squishy as I could make it. Knowing it is the new hotness that taken men adore. A quality which serves not as an aid, but a weakness, as your jaw is able to surround and your teeth slice into the soft flesh of my nearest cheek.
You inflicting a chomp that causes me to scream as my eyes shoot wide open. And then complain, as I try desperately to crawl away from you. “BITCH! GET OFF ME! FFUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!”
It is agony, as you keep locked on, punishing me for the bite I gave your toes and all else I inflicted upon you. A revenge I try to escape by reaching out left and then right. Searching for anything I can reach to pull on or hit you with. But as I suffer and search, your bite continues, along with my pain.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
I've never felt this way before..... This.. HURT... This OUTRAGED... This ANXIOUS for REVENGE on wrongdoings and atrocities that are yet to come.... But above all, I have never felt this.. ALIVE.... This outrageously IN THE FUCKING MOMENT... In my zone and element, with my own blood seeping down from my left breast and the ball of my foot, the crushing pain in my sternum and the BURNS that come with every breath I take...... Like a fish that flopped on a shore for so long, that it forgot the open seas; and now, are thrust back into the ocean, I feel the rush, the NEED for violence and the rage that comes with it, pinning you down and burying my face into your thick, round, soft ass... The ass I KNOW he fucked you in.... My nose dipping into your crack as my teeth clamp on your right cheek, BITING savagely, gnawing and SHAKING my head madly.. Tearing at the flesh as your hiked dress sticks to your back, and I GROWL like an animal.... My hands PUSHING down on your wrist and ankle to keep you pinned.....
But the echoes of pain from your previous attack are still haunting me..... The aches in my sternum, the irregularity in my breathing and my labored lungs that never got a chance to refill force me to release the bite to GASP in for air, and before I can clamp my teeth back again you VIOLENTLY jerk your arm out of my grip and swish with your arm, catching me into my right temple with the back of your knuckle and I YELP in pain falling back, feeling the blinding pain forcing me to shut my right eye and I kick with my legs, rolling away from you, thrashing and flailing as we pant and hiss... I find myself on all fours, kneeling by the long Chesnut wood dinner table... Panting, my left hand pressing on my chest, trying to massage in the pain from your knee, that is slowly fading.... As I glare at you, with my right hand, I grab the edge of the table and slowly lift myself up to my feet... My blue dress now sticking to my flesh by sweat, the skirt falling down to conceal my white thong again, the left side of the chest stained with the blood quietly seeping from my left tit... I snarl and glare at you.... "GET... UP.... cxnt..... I want to TASTE more BITCHMEAT...."--------------------------------------------
Maria:
You hold me down, and like a fish, stabbed through by a spear, I flop there beneath you. Unable to free myself. Unable to handle the pain of you biting so deep into my ass, that I can feel the warmth of the blood that begins to seep from the teeth-made wound you have branded me with.
For a moment, it dawns on me, that I might be stuck there as you gnaw on the ass I sought to make you kiss. Keeping me trapped as you taste the cheeks Ryan held onto as he fucked me. But then suddenly you pull up, away, gasping for breath as blood drips from your teeth. That’s when I spin, extend an arm, and backhand you. Sending you off and away from me. Into a roll and then on to all fours. Each of us working our way to our feet, desperate and hungry to get back one another.
“I am going to make lick every inch of my body when I am FUCKING DONE WITH YOU, YOU GODDAMN BITCH!” Barely able to restrain my rage or need for revenge. Not just for Jeremy and how quickly you took him, but for every attack and every second you glare at me with your heavenly-hewed eyes.
But as I shout, so do you. Our voices overlapping and increasing in volume as we try to make our point above one another. But as our voice raise, and the audacity shown needles us, we suddenly rush, suddenly dive, and just as you had imagined before I arrived, we sink our hands deep into each others hair.
My mouth shaping into a snarl, my fangs almost dripping, as we stumble together. My legs trying to hook around yours to keep you from escaping from me. To keep your body, your breasts, and yours thighs pressed against mine as blood drips from our hate-fueled bodies.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
My right cheek throbs hard... I can feel the ugly bruise swelling just under my eye... Where your hard knuckles hit me with that rogue backhand...... I pant snarling and staring at you.... I see the red tipping your own teeth and staining your bottom lip, the blood you exacted off my foot that just thrubs and aches as I put my weight on it for the first time since you bit it.... I wince and lift my foot momentarily but I ROAR defiantly back with my own screams, trying to hide the weakness as I shift my weight to my left foot and snarl at you; ".... COME AND FUCKING GET IT THEN YOU HORRID CUNNTTT!!! COME AND SEE WHAT JEREMY GOT ALL FUCKING NIGHT!!!" And with the roaring shrieks we RUSH one another, screaming in utter rage and fury as our bodies SLAM together, arms wrapping around the other's heads as we grab at dark locks and YANK ferociously....
The THUDS of our chests colliding alone make me grunt as air blasts off my mouth and churns your face, covering it with tiny spittle as we PULL hair and I YELP in pain, my scalp still SO fucking tender from the vicious yanking you gave when you had me pinned under your knee, and that, coupled with my wounded left foot, that is leaving bloody spots on the carpet with every spot is making the dance uneven as you rapidly begin to dominate and BULLY the shoving and pushing, and you realize it and EMBRACE it quickly, tangling your thick right thigh around my one good leg, and you PUSH into me forcing me to put more and more weight on my wounded right as I YELP and scream, our hips grinding, our fingers pulling hair out by the fucking root.....
I PUSH my fingers deeper and jam my nails into your scalp and start to RAKE, SCRATCH, trying to DRAG out and PLUCK your hairs out by the ROOTS like a greedy farmer plowing through her crops that she can't sell during the plight..... My body half limping back, half clinging to you as my ass hits the edge of my dinner table and without delay I THROW my body back, YANKING you savagely by the hair, trying to take us off our feet and with a twist, throw you onto the table with me, hoping the momentum would send me on top of you..... "FRIGID cxnt!!!"--------------------------------------------
Maria:
It cannot escalate. I cannot feel more. And I cannot feel what I already feel more strongly. I tell myself. I know it as a certainty, and have known since first we spoke. And yet every second that we exist in the same space, I feel myself spiraling. I feel us, spiraling, figuratively, as well as literally. We two mirrored monsters spinning together as we yank, tug, and then after snapping locks from root or pulling them out by their stem, we move to grip again.
And as we so do, I hate you. Loath you. More and more with every uneven revolution. Your limp calling to me and begging to be taken advantage of. But just as I go to stomp on it, and grind my heel down on your bitten and bleeding toes, you work us towards, into, and then throw yourself atop your dinner table.
Then you go to pull and drag me with you. But as you go to make me come, I am already midair, diving at you, atop you. And in our combined efforts, we do not stop with me atop you, or you atop me, but instead roll together. Once and then again, again, and then twice more. Until together we spill off of the table and together crash down to the hard, tile floor of your kitchen’s entrance with a loud thud. Neither of us escaping the ferocity of the collision, as on our sides we land. Our heads hitting the floor, and ribs compressing so hard we lose our air.
Breathless and broken though we are, still do we wrap around each other. Our thighs coiling, calves hooking, and achilles locking as we cling to each other. Pulling together, and pressing cheek to cheek as I whisper to you.
“I … hate … you…., Ewa” The words sound weak and desperate, and yet they come only a hiccups echo before I sink my teeth into your bare shoulder and let my teeth search for more blood.
Our dresses stained, loose, claw-cut, and hanging from shoulders as our moist panties seep between our thighs.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
This fiend... Living in my mind... In the dark corridors of my psyche... Reading my thoughts... Acting.. Reacting... Fighting with the insight that can see two steps ahead of my worst plans, or at least it feels like it.... Screaming and battling me.... On our feet in a hairpulling war that puts into context EVERYTHING she did before... The wound to my foot, the ACHES to my scalp... The vicious assault on my chest, constantly bumping and thrusting against yours in the embrace.... Like an architect of destruction, you work the advantage, and with your one free leg I can hear the first false STOMP slamming on the floor, missing my foot, and before the second lands I throw myself on the table, YANKING on you needlessly as you're already THRUSTING yourself down at me, no doubt somehow reading through the maneuver, and instead of one calculated roll taking me on top, you send us in a spiralling rolling war, our dresses hiking up again, our thighs locking, and I can feel the welts and claw marks I left on your right thigh brushing against my left leg that immediately moves to lock around your free limb, and squeeze on it, letting the muscles flex and squeeze the flesh, causing some of the damp sticky blood to smear off your thigh on mine as we roll wildly, grunting as we fight, wrestling and stopping at the end of the table, I'm on top, trying to put you down, to bang your head into the hard polished Chestnut wood, but you twist and we go back the way we rolled through and off, CRASHING into the head chair, that softens the fall before we slam down to the floor in a heap of arms, leg, and torn hair......
Panting, we croak, gasping for air.... My body trembling, my ribs getting the second vicious blow to them after the abuse of your knee, but you seem wounded too.... Panting as we keep our fingers deep in hair, you whisper..... And I part my lips, panting back in a raspy breath... "I.... hate.... you.... more... Maria...." Snarling as we both turn our heads and our eyes lock... Teeth clenched, our fingers tighten on hair, I give your head a jerk, and you tug on mine... Grimacing as we PUSH together... Hip to hip, belly to belly, chest to chest... Snarling, slowly regaining our strength as we PUSSHHH together, trying to overpower the other... Our thighs tightening more, and locking further..... Grunting as we rock, one way, then another.... Hissing, panting, but your thicker hips make it so much harder to roll you over, so instead, I suddenly PULL on your hair, yanking your head and opening my mouth, and as you roll atop of me I BITE at your forehead, sinking my teeth into the shallow skin as I YANK hard and roll us over again with the momentum, snarling as my saliva drools on your forehead, thumping and rolling our way down the short hallway, taking us deeper into the house and to the open kitchen....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
It is a violent, vicious descent from table to tile. So much so that the chair we strike midway blends in pain and way, leaving me barely even aware that we struck it. And though my senses are too stimulated by anger and violence to pick up on one blow amongst many, still do I fight you. Pulling you into me, as you pull me into you.
We fighting at that moment, as wildly and as wickedly as we had before, though not each other. No, as in that slow, grinding and writhing of bodies, we fight the exhaustion. The pain. The delirium of more emotions than we can handle and more pain than we have ever shared.
But slowly we wake and recover. Each of us whispering of our hate, in low, growl-like hisses. Mine coming just before an attempted bite, that you pull me back from. Yanking at my hair, just as my teeth were to set in, and then looking me in the eyes as I move to straddle you. Your head then angling, jaw then opening, and teeth them clamping down on my forehead.
The dried blood from your earlier slashing of toes no doubt being the copper you taste as you let your teeth sink in. A depression of teeth and shredding of flesh that causes me to scream out, as a new font of blood begins to pour forth. One that covers my eyes in crimson as I reach down, though in agony, for your dress and all that might lay underneath it. Pulling it up and over your arms, then your chin with one arm. The flesh you keep in your teeth being the only blockade that keeps me from stripping you down to your panties.
And though the pain I suffer is announced again and again through out my effort in cries and groans, I suddenly drive my head forward, driving the hard bone beneath my tearing flesh into your teeth and slamming the back of your head against the floor.
My hope being, that if I can get you to release your bite I can blind you with your dress, and then begin some new, endlessly cruel assault.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
We struggle and fight in a bleeding, savage, hateful MESS...... A woman in her mid 30s, against one who barely left her teens... United by nothing... Except the black savage hatred for one another, and the deep desire for revenge.... A decision to abolish societal norms and civility... To battle this over what it is.... A primal, feral, feminine breeding war......
You took my man's seed....
And I took yours....
And while I'm the last in a long string of felines that you have challenged with a mouth dripping of cum.... All the betas cowered... And I stayed, and struck back.... We can feel it in our chests, and our loins... That desperate NEED to punish the other... To right the wrong... And to prove, who is better... the wound caused to you by Brisa; a lesson that perhaps you regret not heeding it's call....
Like a werewolf, she bit you in the heart, and now, you have done to me.... But instead of seeking another to sink my fangs into; I turned to you, and here we are... Rolling, writhing, pulling and shredding the blood stained dresses, ripping hair and biting faces.... I can taste your blood running down my throat and staining my chin, and I don't let go.. I GROWL even as you release my hair to pull my dress up, ripping it in pieces to make it go past my head, as we writhe and rock... And as you shred it off, leaving me in my white thong and bra, you can feel my right nipple, sticking out of the bra cup, pressing against your cleavage...... And then.... You brace and fire your assault....
Your skull DRILLING into my teeth, smashing my skull into the ground and I GROAN in pain, an explosion of pain filling my mouth and with it, a little boney bead that swirls into my mouth.... Stunned and dazed as my mouth fills with blood, that is mine, courtesy of a busted bottom lip, I cough weakly, stunned as my gaze turns glassy, staring at your face pulling off mine, and the savage glare into your face as I hack and cough, spitting off the bottom half of one of my front teeth that got chipped by the savage headbutt.....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
Above you I am, but I am trapped in suffering as you bite and gnaw so cruelly at my forehead. Keeping me from pulling back, or standing up. Keeping me at bay and in pain, as I cry out in pain. My hands slapping at you, and clawing at you, but to no avail. The sounds of my every moment of anguish no doubt music to your ears, as yours would be to mine.
And though I feel helpless, there as you torture me, I know I must escape. Must get your teeth to unclench so that I can live another day with a face, let alone continue fighting. And so I do, the only thing that I have in my mind. The only hope I can focus on, as slowly my flesh tears. A headbutt. A slamming of the bone beneath the flesh to you rip, into the very teeth that rip.
It is an attack I do not think long or hard about. One that I do not analyze and weigh against other alternatives. Instead I just seize it. Grasp at it. And then in desperation, but into effect.
An effect that comes with a slam, a scream, and then a thud. The first two from me and the latter from you. Sounds which echo through your home as I wear a mask. A crimson mask of blood dripping from the center of my forehead, coating the nose, cheeks, and lips below it. But I am free. Your bite loosened by a sudden surge of force that drove you down and back into the hard, tile floor.
The sting of your teeth still reverberating through me as I snap back and away from you. Back into my straddle, and then in a slide off of you to the kitchen floor to your side. There I sit, there I gather, and there I try to see through my red visage to plan what horror awaits us both.
All as there below me, you sputter and spit. Your head wobbling as you try to find your bearings. But you are not alone, as I am dizzy too. Even as I reach down for your hair, pull you up, and then when I have you in front of me, spit the blood on my lips in your face. Then, as the mix of saliva and spit begin to slowly slide down, I reach around you, unclasp your bra, and then when I have it, tear it from your body.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
I can't feel a thing.... Or is it actually that I can feel.. EVERYTHING.. AT ONCE.. Explosions, noise, screaming, rasping, choking, pain, aching.... I'm almost drowning in my own blood that seeps and pools at the back of my throat.... My skull feels like it was cracked open like an egg that just fell off the counter to the hardwood floors.... Dazed.. Raspy... Aching...... I shudder and try to twist one way...
Then another... But there is a severance between the chain of command in my thoughts, and the receptors at my muscle ends...
All I can feel is your weight pressing on mine.... Your body grinding me, then shifting, adjusting.. The familiar press of the once-mine thong, soaked, pressing into my lower abs, prompting me to panic and expect another onslaught from you... But instead.... You push off me and I lay there, moaning, sobbing, spitting out blood and the chipped tooth, my nails clawing weakly at the new hardwood..... As my sweat and blood creeps into the little gaps between the tiles... Surely to congeal and harden, and remain there, impossible to clean or fully scrub clean... An ever reminder to what transpired on these floors....
But as I struggle to get my bearings straight, you move... You don't stop... You never stop.... You grab my hair and slowly pull me up.... My weight is dead in your hands, so you bring me up to my knees, and no more... As I slump down... Still dazed... My arms slapping and grabbing, my fingers weakly smacking your thighs and sliding down along the sweaty limbs.... And you return the spit by spraying my face with your blood, like an Octopus spraying her ink on a prey, as you sneer and then while my body sags into you, my breasts pressing on your thighs I can feel you removing the bra.... Unclasping it..... And the pressure supporting my breasts fades, with the bra now only held in place by being trapped between my chest and your legs....
I can hear the satisfying hiss from your lips as you disorbe me... Systematically, despite you being technically fully dressed, your blue garment torn and shredded, but still hanging on your flesh, pulled up, exposing the little baby fat above your hip...... The fat that I turn my head to, and with one chipped front tooth, I sink into, biting bitterly, my hands reaching around your thighs, and hugging them tightly, to stop you from kicking or kneeing me in the chest, as my claws scrape up, sinking into your lower back and with a wild YANK, pulling down my nails across your skin, while trying to peel your thong down..... Determined to return the insult by disrobing you even a little....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
We rushed into violence. Sprinted into viciousness. And then fought one another as if our very lives were on the line from the very moment you extended your foot between my thighs. It seemed as if we might fight forever at that same din of hatred and malice. That we would never slow or tire. Weaken or wish that the pain would stop.
And yet here, now, I can feel it. Not knipping at my heels but tackling me to the ground as it runs off with what was my seemingly endless reserve of energy. Leaving me wounded and shaking as I fight to my feet. Tears filling my eyes, though I have taken your dress, your bra, and spit in your face.
I hate them, those tears. I hate myself, for being anything other than the cruel, ice queen that I present myself to be. But still, despite that hate, I cry as I try to pull you up. Scream out in pain, as mid-pull, you latch your teeth into my soft, baby fat covered hips. And then panic, as I feel your claws drive into my back, and then scrape down -- taking my panties with them. My feet moving to take me away from you, but you have me bound and tied, with your arms.
And so in my already unstable state, I begin to wobble, to topple, and then to fall. Not forward and on top of you. Not back into the living room, and the blood stained carpet. But to the left, and deeper into the kitchen. My palms extending, turning, and then reaching out in landing on the hard floor as I try to catch myself and then crawl away from you.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
We are beating each other down..... This is not a fight... This is a slaughter.... A ravaging..... The enactment of what you promised, when I took your heel off.... There will be no rules... and those heels, were the least of my worries.... You pull on my hair... You've caused so much damage to it... So many strands are off, hanging with nothing, webbed to other strands that are barely holding on, littering the carpets and hallway and hardwood flooring..... My scalp bleeding in so many spots and aching, but you don't stop...
You want to humiliate and hurt me, while bringing me up... But it's my exhaustion that is my savior here, as you stubbornly try to lift my 118lbs up, and as you struggle to do it, I strike, with a chipped tooth and catching your stomach, biting into it, and ripping down, you scream and try to move, but my arms bind you, and you fall into me, my eyes remain shut, I expect it, the drop that will bash my skull a second time to the floor, and end this.... But instead, you act on instinct, and your palms slap on the floor and come shy from bashing my head a second time, but the jolt frees your stomach and you throw your body the side, breaking my weak hug on your legs and kicking your thong down your legs you crawl away, dragging your bottom naked body out of the kitchen and towards the family room, while I turn and weakly start to push my topless body after you... Hissing, snarling.....
I reach and grab your left ankle, my nails sinking into it but you Jerk your leg violently freeing it and you KICK back, missing my face.... I snarl and we both push up to our knees... Panting, sobbing... "Come... back... here... COWARD...." I snarl at you as we crawl on our knees on the carpet of the family room..... You're crawling towards the long sectional sofa..... Both leaving stains of sweat and blood on the floor as I chase after you, but as you push up higher to your feet and I do, I LUNGE for you but you turn facing me, as I crash into you, shoulder to gut, and I send us crashing to the sectional... Grimacing as my hands reach up behind you, but instea dof hair, I grab for the back of your dress by the neckline, my right knee pushing down, trying to get your gut or chest, but instead, I settle for your left thigh that I jam my knee into it and PULL hard, trying to pull my body and RIIIIIPPPP your dress from the back, ragging it so I can shred it off your fucking arms.....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
I am the ice queen. I am the cruel, vicious hellcat come to punish. And yet, as the full burden of our battle and weight of our war comes crashing down, like me to your kitchen floor, I begin to crawl. Not back to you, but away. Not to inflict some new horror but to escape the same.
I wanted to scratch. I wanted to claw. I wanted to bite. With no rules. With no limits. And yet, here in this cage of my own creation, I find myself unable to breathe. Unable to think. Unable to see, both from the blood pouring down my face, and the dizziness that comes with the mania we exist in.
Then I hear you say it. Name it. My crawling as cowardice. The accusation should make me stop and turn. Fire and flare. But instead I continue, just needing a moment to breathe. A moment to exist without the pain we inflict on each other bearing down on me.
But you give chase, and follow me. Each of us crawling, until finally, I turn and you lunge. Your shoulder burying into my abdomen. A blow that causes me to sputter and cough, and then collapse back onto the sectional. But before I have a chance to grab you and fight back, you are working. Pulling. And prying my dress from my body. Shredding it as you yank it off of me. Leaving me in nothing more than my bra, and your panties.
It is then, that for the first time, you can see fear in my eyes. Fear like I saw in yours when I first arrived. It won’t stop me from fighting, in fact it will drive me. But the look must feed you, somewhere in your black soul.
The realization that you have broken my confidence and certainty. That even in the age you perceive and I poked at to anger you, you are more than I could have imagined.
More though you are, still, when my dress comes off, and as you work to rid us of it, I lean up into your body from my back, find your rock-hard right nipple and then latch. Not like a baby on her mother’s tit, but with teeth and a snarl. My every limb then wrapping around you, and pulling you down on top of me, to keep you from reaching a straddle, and to make sure I can keep my gnawing bite held.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
We began for him.... And him... For two men, but was it really about them??? Or was it just the awakening... Were they simply the two triggers, the switches that got flipped deep inside of us, and sending us into our PRIME states..... Into the same frenzy and territorial savagery that our ancestors once roamed the planet with.... An evolutionary necessity, that were numbed and lulled into a false sense of security by society, wedding rings, vows, and the calls to be sweet, soft, reasonable....
Sitting in circles and passing a pillow to listen and hear each other out.... To hug an enemy, and tell them with a fake smile, that we forgive them..... No.. No.. FUCK THAT... And FUCK THIS BITCH!!! I would scream it if my jaw was not aching, and filling constantly with blood from my busted lip and chipped tooth, pouncing down on you, screeching as I grab your dress, yank, rip, shred, and SCREAM.... The blue tatters, cheap; but not as cheap as their wearer come off, and I can see your flesh... The bruises spotting the flesh... Marks that were concealed by your garment.. Marks that show me that you are not invulnerable.. That you HURT.... And coupled with the glint of fear in your young eyes, just send an inferno inside my chest, roaring; "YOU FUCKING BIIIITTCHHH!!!!!"
But before I can swipe with my thread and fiber tangled claws across your face... Before I can tear even more cuts on those soft baby cheeks, you LUNGE forwards, and you bury your face into my right breast, i YELP as I can feel the soft touch of your nose, the stickiness of blood on your cheeks and tenderness of lips at first... But I know.. I know what will follow...You SHOVE your face in flattening my tit as your arms and legs snap up, like a baby koala wrapping it's limbs around it's mother.....
But then... The reality hits... HARD... And along with it, your teeth that SNAP at my nipple, not the areola or tit, you focus on the small head, and my body SHUDDERS like it got tazed.... Your limbs holding me in place, the loving embrace turning to what it is; a black widow CLAMPING on her prey; a tarantula clutching a bird and sinking her fangs into it, and I SCREAAAAM as my body falls into you, and while my feet remain on the floor, I SINK into you further, screeching as you BITE madly on the nipple, my fingers reach into your hair, clawing at your scalp, but I do not DARE pull...... You would rip it off... You could cleanly slice it off my chest and my best bet right now is to ride the pain..... While convincing you to not clench those jaw muscles and slice with your sharp incisors until it snips.... My thumbs spreading down, and as you SMEAR my tit with the blood covering your face, I push my thumbs down and over your brows, curling them and I press my thumbs on your shut eyelids, applying small pressure to your eyeballs, and letting you feel my thumb nails pressing towards your tear ducts..... And with a deep gruff snarl I hiss; "GO ON..... RIP IT OFF.... I WILL GOUGE THEM OUT... I SWEAR ITTTTT!!"--------------------------------------------
Maria:
She has given in, you must have thought. Realized you are the better woman, better catfighter, and admitted her place beneath you, you no doubt expected when I wrapped my arms and legs around you. The soft embrace, along with the tearful look in my eyes feeding you exactly what in truth we might need, somewhere in our darkened hearts.
A bonding of broken, hateful women. Not mother and daughter, but so similar that it feels as if we are. Did you hear them? My sobbing, hitches. Sounds I released into your bosom, seconds before I bit. What would you have done to me? What outcome would such an alternate happening have had?
We will never know. For though as we battle, I feel a kinship and a bond, I will never soften. Never relent. Even if I give in and my will breaks, I will hate you. I will curse you. I will resist you.
Not because of Ryan or Jeremy. The panties you sent me, or the video you made me watch. No, but instead because our hate. Our malice. This pain we share, is the truth of it. The truth of us.
There not residing in us some soft, gooey center underneath a hard, spikey shell. This is who we are, this is who we were. Even if until this moment, until this fight, we never knew. And though that should make us rage on, and inflict as harshly as we possibly can. After sliding, slowly, in a wrapped mass of bruised and battered flesh, off the side of the sectional, and then down to the carpeted floor, we relent, if only in part.
You bringing your thumbs to my closed eyes, and threatening to gouge if I tear your nipple from your body. Just as I, knowing how vulnerable I am, let my jaw loosen and biting ebb. Not to a release, but a slow, methodical gnaw.
All as we lay there, with you in my arms, and my back against the couch. It is a message. A test. An offer. I won’t bite your nipple off, but I won’t let you go. Will you accept it, or demand your complete release.
A question I leave you to answer as I move my holding hands down your body, to your panties, and begin to pull them down.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
Two scorpions writhing in the dirt.... With their claws locked, their tails curled, tangled, stingers pointed to the other's carapace......Flinching, twisting and stirring the fine sand particles.... Two creatures biologically programmed to wrestle and struggle, until one plunges, and the other is impaled and stabbed.... And we... We're not any better, or superior to them.. With our intellect, beauty, numerous gifts, here we are.... Your teeth cutting into and bleeding my nipple, and my claws covering your eyes.... Threatening with retaliation... And time just stops... We breathe... We hiss, we wince.... But your grip on me remains, your claws sinking into my back, your ankles cross behind my thighs.... Your nostrils continue to flare and suck in breath..... And then... Your jaw begins to relax..... But you don't release the bite.....
Instead you CHEW, and I MOANNN in pain, my fingers curling and my nail tips press into your tear ducts, with a hiss, but you ease your bite again, then CHEW... And I HOWWWL in pain.. But this time, I don't gouge deeper... I got the message... You won't rip... You won't mutilate me... But you won't let go of me either.... We won't scar each other for life..... But we will... LEAVE... our marks... You're DARING me to compete.... To FIGHT.... To take the pain as I can feel a trickle of blood roll down my exposed chest..... I seethe.. Sob.... Groan... Then with a clench of my teeth, I pull my right hand off your face.... While my left, slides up, over your bitten, bleeding forehead and into your bangs, curling my fingers, stabbing my nails into your scalp....
My right hand, reaches down between us... You can feel it wiggling between our heaving waists... My toned abs, and your thick, round belly.... I skip over the teeth marks I left on your soft, creamy flesh, and go down, and you feel it, my hand on your naked, exposed cxnt.... My thumb and index fingernails, flanking your clit..... Throbbing... Hard...... Poking like a little sword up, I felt it rubbing against my thighs, across my lower abs.... And over my soaked panties..... I felt it, and now... You feel my sharp slicers around it as you surround my nipple with your incisors.... And i PINCH it hard..... PINCH... and TWIST..... PINCH... and PULL... Hissing, pushing my left foot off the floor, and sliding my knee on the edge of the sofa, PUSHING my body into yours more, driving you into the cushions, as I slowly gesture my acceptance to your challenge... This endurance war of AGONY.... Tooth vs Claw.... Nipple vs Clit...... My left hand twisting at the wrist, pulling, plucking at your bangs, letting out a deep guttural HISSSS....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
I said it so calmly. So certain that I would never need their bounds. “No rules.” But I did not know. We did not know. How true our threats were in those emails and texts we exchanged. How quickly our egos would push us from being women to animals.
How swiftly we would try to end one another with bites, blows, scratches, and all else.
And so, breaking my own demand, I offer it without words. Propose it without popping lips and sliding syllables.
Sanity.
For a moment, as your pressing thumbs linger over my eyelids, I fear you will stab. That you will gouge. And refuse my offer of limitation. After all, it was I who dared you to fight me without confines or curfews of caused catastrophe.
But then I feel your digits pull back, your body adjust, your limbs move, and as I continue to bite you. Tasting the muted copper of your bloody breast, I know you have accepted.
And so I settle into my chew and suckle. Your blood dribbling into my mouth as I relax my body, but press the hold of my lower limbs. All as my hands finally finish their good work, and pull your soaked panties down your sexy thighs. Letting them drop the rest of the way, before I move my claws to your ass.
But just before I go to dig my nails into you once again, I feel it. Your hand snake between our bodies, my thighs, and then seize at my clit. The attack makes me cry out in pain, my still flowing tears coming quicker, and leaking down your breasts as you lock us into a competition of surviving the other’s torture.
A game that begins with your hiss as a declaration of terms. Terms I alter as suddenly, and after I have set to endure even more damage being done to the softest part of my body, I finally latch my nails into your ass and begin to stab, drag, and then begin again.
Your body, pressing into mine, harder and harder, as I sob into your breasts and yelp with every twist of clit and pinching of the pursed lips that surround it.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
Will we...?? Cross that line??? Will you CHOMP your teeth, severing my nipple.... And if you do... Would I dare plunge my claws into your eyes... Would I take from you even more?? Will I have the resolve, or would my cowardice and hesitation reign, and opt to falling back, clutching the permanent wound on my breast, lamenting that you have taken something from me, an actual PART of me that is not just symbolic or emotional.....
I don't know the answer to any of these questions, except that I... am terrified of the answer to each... But it seems you opt for sanity, easing the bite, and shifting the pressure to the molars, CHEWING instead of CHOMPING.... and as I HISS, I feel your claws pulling my panties down, leaving them around my thighs, exposing me as well, and as you STAB your nails in, I YELP and PINCH your clit.... You HOWL in pain, and I take the moment to PULL your head back by my grip on your bangs... The back of your head jams into the couch, and your neck cranes back, but your nails SHOVE into my ass nonetheless and I SLUMP into you, my bleeding chest pressing just above yours.... My head tucked down GLARING at you as we MOAN and CRY in pain... My right arm dipping lower to keep the touch, the hold on your clit and I PINCH it harder.... My teeth clenched, my lips stretched as we GROAN and TORMENT each other....... "Biiiiiitttttttttttttchhh!!!" I squeal in immeasurable pain, feeling you mauling and womanhandling my smaller, rounder buttocks.....
My knees grind into the couch, dimpling the cushion we are sitting on, my feet up in the air, my toes curled in agony, slowly I release your hair, and lean down with my head, forehead to bleeding forehead, noses pressing and flicking, our lips inches apart, eyes locked in a duel of savage pain and ill-wills.... My left hand reaching down, my nails starting at your right armpit, I rakkkke down, until my fingers slip under the side strap of your bra... Giving it a TUG... It holds, but I don't give in..... I won't reach behind you to fumble with the clasp...... I'm impatient, and my urge to disrobe you is URGENT..... So I wrap my fingers around the side strap and start to JERK hard, almost like I'm trying to elbow an invisible enemy behind me.. Each YANK prompting grunts from both of us, the frame of the bra sinking into your flesh..... The wire dragging across your chestbone.... The shoulder straps biting into your shoulders until it BREAKS and PULLS out in my grip, remaining tangled around your chest as my thong is around my thighs.... And as I feel your own sore, swollen nipples poking at my flesh, I lean down and with my front teeth, one chipped, I BITE at your upper lip venomously.....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
We are not flipping furniture over, or flipping over furniture, and yet here in this cocoon of hate and violence, I feel more truth, and more comfort than I have ever felt before. Yes, I am in agony, as you pinch, and claw at my kitten. Yes, I am drooling and sobbing as I bite at your bleeding nipple. But in all of that, we are bringing veracity to our claims. That we would hurt. That we would punish. That we would test and tear at each other in the most intimate ways possible.
It is both heaven and hell.
Purgatory and providence.
A dichotomy of presence and preference that does little to stop my lips from parting in a pure, guttural, moan of agony. A moment of lapsed biting you use to pull my head up, by your cruel grip in my hair. Hair that clings weakly to the red, scratched, and swollen scalp beneath it.
It is then, for the first time in so long that we look into each other’s eyes. Eyes which blink closed with every new digging of nails and dragging of digits. But still we do not break our gaze. Even as you start to pry, pull, yank, and shred my bra. Wanting it, the last piece of fabric between us gone.
A demand you make happen, as loosely it falls in tatters around me. Exposing my breasts, when you lean back just far enough to let it fall from them and to my stomach. Then, with it gone, you press your tits -- no, slam your tits into mine. A wince coming from your face, after all the damage I have done to them returns and intensifies with the collision.
Not wanting me to see it, how much I have hurt you, you then surge forward. Not with your body, but your mouth. Clamping your teeth down on my upper lip, only a fraction of a second before I do the same to your bottom. Each of us chewing on each other’s mouth when I start to press into you with my left shoulder and breast. Looking to roll us. To turn us. Even as with a passion unlike any other I have ever felt, I bite at your lip. Our mixed blood coating our hateful kiss.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
"UUNNGGGRRAAWWHHHH!!!" I groan as your teeth snap at my bottom lip..... You were waiting... You were ready.... And as your perfect incisors jam into my bottom lip, with my chipped one into yours we both groan and begin to TUG and turn our heads..... Stretching the lips..... Seething and snarling like two predators...... My right tit is on FIRE.... The shove I intended, magnified into a THRUST thanks to your claws PULLING me by my ass is causing my badly aching tit and bleeding nipple to grind into your chest...
A stinging pain that you keep on going, the way you RUB and MASSAGE your relatively intact chest into mine.... You've ached my chest bone by your knee... We're BOTH done some damage with our tit mauling while we both were covered..... I have bleeding claw marks above my left tit and the bite wound on my right areola and nipple..... And yet I GRIND back into your younger chest as we SEETHE and SNARL..... Grimacing as we push into the couch.... My right hand still pinching your clit... Causing you to SHIFT noticeably, lifting your ass off the seat as your legs squirm and slide around my hips.... My left paw clutching the outside of your bulging right tit, squeezing and mauling it at the same intensity that you are mauling my ass......
But the star of the show seems to be our mouths, biting lips, my blood seeping down with gravity into your mouth and wetting your chin as you growl.... Glaring at me... Hissing, snarling as we turn to the side and you THRUST your left shoulder forwards... "NNNGGRARRRGHH!" I grunt as you bash your tit into my wounded right one and I flinch pulling my shoulder back and you PUSH more, tilting me and with your legs loosely around me you almost ease me to my back on the sectional, with your body pushing down on me...
I can feel your weight atop of me.... Alarmed and incessed I bend my legs and push my feet to the cushion and try to THRUST up but you lift your hip to avoid the bridging, causing my hand to slip off your clit, and instead, my own pussy SMACKS into yours, and I hear YOUR moan as my clit slams into your abused one... And without delay I PUSSSH up more and turn sending us flopping to our sides, your back to the back of the cushion, trapped between me and it... Your hands clawing my ass, but you don't push me away, instead, you PULL me in and our soaked, naked pussies SLAP with a SQUISHING sound, the sensation enough to make the bites loosen and and we both MOANNNN in pain-minced delight, before locking our lips again ,but this time, without teeth... We jam our bleeding lips together, suckling and chewing, as our hips gyrated and fuse together, rocking and grinding....... "... bitch...." -- ".... cxnt...." ---- "... whore..." -- both hissing abrupt insults into each other's mouths, our bodies suddenly taking control in this URGE to relieve the built up pressure....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
It was wild. It was insane. It was non-stop. Our battle of the bitches. From the moment I bit your toes, until finally in the kitchen we broke each other and the pace we had held. Snapping our frantic war from the teeth of mania.
Not because we wanted to.
Not because had found some reservoir of mercy.
But because we could not do anything else but slow and simmer. Our bodies wounded. Energy and stamina depleted. And minds, which had once thought only of victory, turning to survival -- even as we continued to compete, clench, and carve our names into each other’s flesh.
And so we crawled. Me to an illusory moment of peace, and you after me to stop me from finding it. Our bodies thereafter finding themselves stripped and pressed together, as we moved from a slowing tone of terror to a pause. One in which we laid together, there at the foot of the couch, hurting each other in the most intimate way possible. Me biting at your nipple, as you pinched, pried, and pulled at my sensitive clit.
Then finally our eyes and naked breasts met as we howled for each other. In pain and agony. The sight and sounds of it like catnip to us. Seeing our hated rival suffer and sob at and in our hands.
A revelation that led us to lean in and bite, to nibble, and to bite at each other’s lips. A lie we told each other, to find salve and salvation. Something to allow us to release the desire swelling and swirling inside of us. The lust we had allowed ourselves to feel and discuss so freely in our emails and texts reawakening in us. Not instead of the anger, jealousy, and hate we felt but because of it.
But those bites softened as we wrestled for position and gave way to moans, as we fought our way from the floor onto the sectional behind us. And then when we could take not another second without purging all that plagued us, we let ourselves have it. The release. The ravishing we both wanted so badly at that moment.
An allowance that led us to hear and now, where on your couch, in the middle of your room, we fuck. Cursing at each other between and into kisses of loathing and dances of tongue. Knowing this is only a sojourn and dalliance, and that as soon as we have cleansed ourselves of this traitorous trip down the carnal canal we will once more fight. Once more hurt. And once more punish one another. For all that happened before this break of bodies and breathing in hitch, and even because of it.
Something I make clear, as mid thrust, I dig my hands into the back of your hair, and tug. Not back, but forward. Making you kiss me, so that our tongues can fight. Forcing you closer, so that I can drag my rigid nipples across your wounded breasts. And dragging you closer, so that with every firing of hips I can make the unspoken promise of all the pain that is yet to come … once we cum.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
We writhe.... We are partaking into the impossible... The taboo... For weeks, we have invaded each other's lives and minds, like aggressive cancer, spreading and multiplying, until there was nothing but hatred... The cracked stained mirror that shone the reflection of the ugliness beneath, that has hounded our lives and entire beings... The monsters beneath the skin.... And now, with the skin ripped and peeled like cracked rock, letting out the magma, running red and warm on our flesh and skin, we engage in what I thought would never happen... A fuck fight...
I wouldn't call it sex.... Because we are not trying to pleasure each other..... It's not love making because there isn't an ounce of tenderness.... It's not an act of procreation and yet; there is a carnal URGE that makes me push into you, my legs splayed wide at the knees, with your own spread wide, still around my body but no longer squeezing; simping holding... I have a leg up the back of the sofa for grip and brace, and to open myself more... And you have the heel of one foot shaved into the small of my back above my clawed ass, TUGGING and YANKING me itno you..... A woman in her mid 30's and a teen, fucking wildly and with the utter hatred.... A hatred you brought into my life, passed to you by the mysterious Brisa..... A shadow looming over your past.... A woman my age, who bears more connections to you than I knew....
And now, as we hump and grown I feel you pulling me in, still harboring so much strength in your younger body, pulling me in and making me MOAAAN as you FORCE your tits dominantly into mine... Your chest deceptively coated in red, but it's blood that seeped from your lips, forehead, and other cuts.... While my right breast is pulsating agony, I wince and you slowly push me back, rolling atop of me, your young supple body atop of me... But I answer you in kind..... My lips grinding with yours, our tongues pushing for the other's throats... I reach down, spreading my fingers over your thick, shuddering, clapping cheeks that SMACK together as loud as our own flesh is thumping.....
My fingers reaching down and spreading over your buttocks, and I slip my finger tips, just a the bits of my nails into your crack, and curl, into the walls of your sweaty cleavage and PULL violently, splitting your cheeks and I PULL you down into me with rage, thrusting UP, and driving my clit into your wounded one...... Both shamelessly using the targets, the chinks in the other's armor... My right nipple, your clit to assault one another while we use our sexuality to weaken the other, my body tilting slightly, trying to push you slowly, yet surely to lean to your left, towards the off side of the couch...... My hands rubbing your ass cheeks in a circle, CLAPPING them together then PULLING them apart and DOWN into my thrusting cxnt.... My eyes wide, glaring at you defiantly.....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
Every wife whose home I wrecked. Every woman whose boyfriend I slept with. And every message sent to the victims of both kinds, was a tool and a tonic. The helpless victim in a game I played to not only amuse myself, but to turn myself on. To find fire and passion, when somehow, everything else seemed dull.
Yes, there was a thrill in sex. With Jeremy or the men I would trap and then claim before throwing away. But that thrill paled in comparison to stabbing my dagger into the hearts of women, just as Brisa had done to me. To call them, and speak to them on the phone. To write messages back and forth until they agreed to meet me and settle things, or refuse to do so, before they disappeared into the wreckage of a life I had left them.
Sometimes they would even ask to call me. And in those late night discussions I would finger myself as I spoke to them. Playing with my clit and nipples as they would sob on the other end of the phone. Letting them take those conversations wherever they wanted. Into angry back and forths. Or calm, collected conversations about consequence and carry-through.
As it was the power I had over them that excited me. The control I felt, while watching my prey use me as a shoulder to cry on or a villain they wanted to defeat.
But you. You fought back in a way the others didn’t. You came for me. Stalked me. And then before you had even acknowledged me, slept with my Jeremy. It made you different from all the other prey. It made you a challenge. An equal. And in an instant, what I thought turned me on changed.
I didn’t want the weak or the witless. The girls who met me in hotel rooms to wrestle, only to leave with the leavings of my essence coating their pretty, tear-stained face. I wanted you. I wanted this.
A battle of bodies and beauties so intense and passionate that desire overwhelms us both. A desire to fight with more than just our claws, more than just our teeth, and with every weapon we have available to us.
Chief among them our womanhoods, which between us we slam together again and again. At our cores. At our centers. Sloppy, heated lips slapping together and then by suction, clinging until we pull them apart, only to then repeat the same.
A process which began with us on our sides, but then continues until I have you on your back and beneath me. I have you! I think to myself. On the edge and on the ropes. Even as you play and claw at my nether crevice, between bitten cheeks.
Confident though I am, I then feel it, you leaning, you pulling, trying to ease me off of you and off the couch. I go to adjust and defend, but at the very moment I do, you thrust up and find just the right angle. Just the right aim. And when you do, I shudder, and scream, before burying my face in your shoulder.
My plight is obvious, and distraction grand, and so you keeping going. Fucking me, even when my hips stop. And pushing me to the side, even as it seems like I am bereft of defense. My lips moving to your nearest ear as I moan for you like a whore. Sounds of sexual domination I offer as suddenly we tip and fall from the couch. Me landing on my back, with you atop me. My legs spread side. Eyes closed. And an orgasm welling so quickly within me I can do not but try to fight it.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
My knowledge has ended weeks ago, and I found myself staring at the terrifying gap of terra-incognita... My life experiences found themselves stumped, glaring at the dark abyss of the days and weeks to come.... I have never felt this way... Never been this way... Always the stalked, but never the stalker.... Always the obsessed with, but never the obsessive... I've kept many up at night, and yet, with puffy red eyes I stumbled to my coffee mug at the morning; hating it's taste, as I've always been a tea-girl....
But it's a thing I had picked, along with Jeremy that day I went in the coffee shop after you left, to exact my revenge.... And I have found the bitter taste much needed for me to operate, slowly becoming part of the toxic addiction that is having you in my life.... And right now.... I don't even feel any guilt... I don't feel any shame... I don't give a fuck that I'm locked on my couch, bloodied, naked, writhing in a feverish grinding of the loins and a bloody kiss with a girl who is closer in age to a daughter, than a rival of mine......
What we're doing, is illegal in more ways than I count, and go beyond just assault charges, it would turn all my friends away, would make my family abandon me, and even Ryan switch from the apologetic buffoon, into an indignant, appalled fuck... But who cares... Who cares so long this feels so painfully right... This embrace, the moaning and groaning and writhing beneath you, as you claim the upper position once again, but this time.... I'm adamant to show you, that it's not going to be the end of the line.... I thrust and teeter, and nail you in the clit, and you yelp, but I don't relent, I keep pushing, tilting us as the kiss breaks and your mouth closes on my shoulder, but not in a vicious bite, but one of passion, and I bury my face into your hair as we tip and CRASH to the floor....
Our legs splayed, and our naked bodies still writhing and grinding, Groans filling the air, we don't stop, we don't cease, you toss a leg over the coffee table.... I toss a knee on your other thigh... I angle and thrust furiously and violently... Moaning as we buck and fuck like angry animals.... Until you suddenly begin to gush and moan.... And I'm not that far behind.. I squeeze my eyes, and with them, my kegels, and let your cxnt spray me first, before my flood gates collapsing, and my nectar seeping down, running down on your sex wildly..... I arch my head back and shudder, as we both cum hard, orgasming, fingers clutching each other and our bodies rocking, then, we just collapse into each other..... Panting, breathing... Hard.... A reprieve?
A stalemate??? A draw??? Oh-- I hope you'd think so.. I hope it as I pull my head back, and stare into your face with weary eyes, and a grin on my lips.... Staring at your eyes for just a second, wanting to see that little moment of hesitation and wonder... That things somehow, magically are over..... That we are DONE..... When in truth we are not.... That our animosity and grudge had melted away, just because we've unloaded our girl juice on each other like little horny sluts... And as I see that glint in your eyes, one that I hope is born of my deception, I SWING my head down..... Driving my own forehead as had as I can... Into your fucking mouth!!!Maria:
I never thought of it terms of good or evil. Right or wrong. Ethical or immoral. Brisa didn’t, when she shattered my young heart, and so I didn’t either, when I replicated her cruelty with others. It was what I wanted to do. What I needed to do to find the happiness that unseen rival stole away from me.
And though I never cared about the decency of it, or the mores I might be breaking, as on your couch we fuck. Hard, fast, and with only barely-there hints of the violence we once brandished like daggers, I feel it.
Guilt and shame.
Hitting me like a wet-blanket thrown over my mind. Feelings so foreign to me that when they begin to overwhelm me, I scream in terror -- though into our long, passionate kiss.
My hips never stopping their thrusting. My mind never considering the option of stopping what we have begun. What we have become without warning.
It is treachery, of my hatred for you. Betrayal of my jealousy and soul-deep need to hurt you. But I am young and unsure, despite my confidence. Broken and seeking approval, since Brisa left that note.
And so when our eyes locked, there before this mad humping began, I asked you without words. Begged you, without sentence or syllable, for you to guide me and tell me if we should.
If we dared to let our intimate words and lustful subtext become bold, underlined, and italicized.
Yes, you said as you dove into a biting lips. It’s ok, you answered, as our bites softened and tongues met. We can give in, you shouted to me, as our hips aligned in unison and began to press.
And so I did. And so we did. Diving into this feral fuck fight, first on furniture, and then after a crash, down on the blood stained carpeted floor. Fight though I call it, as your need for it surfaces in your writhing body, desire-wet eyes, and kiss-made moans, I weaken. I wilt. And with you atop me, in firm and unquestioned control I cum for you, with curling toes, a quaking body, and lips parted in a soul-deep moan of utter and complete ecstasy.
As I do, I can feel your hungry, victorious pussy convulse and sip slowly at my leaking essence. It taking in its earned share, before you too begin your release. One that shatters you, as it does me -- pushing me into a second orgasm, not from touch alone, but the very idea that above me you are cuming. My enemy. A true, vicious, succubus of a rival, I never knew I needed.
A need we let ebb, as we gave into our desires. A need that we betrayed, when we let the softer more sensual sides of our nature hold sway for more than a flash. And though in my black and white mind, such a dalliance feels wrong. As you pull back from our collective mass of bloody and cum-covered flesh, your eyes speak to me again. This time, not in guidance, but in question. They showing a softness that strikes into my heart like a piercing arrow.
Not because I want it, but because I reject it. Not because, suddenly I am set free from our hatred and malice, but because in your eyes I can see those emotions slipping away from you.
No! I rage inside, as the glimmer in your eyes tests me. NEVER! I shout, though I do not yet have the strength to put that refusal into words. And though I cannot speak it, or even fully comprehend how fully I refuse to accept us becoming less than the monsters we promised to be. As I muster my strength, focus my mind, and try to send a hard, vicious slap up and at you. To wipe that look of peace and possible cessation off your beautiful face, you smirk.
Just before my eyes go wide and you slam your forehead down, crashing it into my opening mouth. A blow that drives the back of my head down into the carpeted floor beneath us. All as a maelstrom of pain and gathering blood overtake my world and worries about what, in our moment of sexual satisfaction, you had become.
A trick. A trap. A test. It was. But as I cough, sputter, groan and try weakly to turn beneath you, I cannot even begin to gather as much.
As the blood sliding down the back of my throat is too close to cutting off my air. Just as the ends of teeth broken by your attack threaten to ride that crimson wave and then choke me. Two possibilities of worsening that motivate me to roll onto my stomach, white-chip accompanied blood draining from my mouth. My vision blurred, lips, gums, and teeth throbbing, as below you I try to recover, defenseless.
Distracted.
And only a quarter-focused on the malice you will no doubt unleash.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
No shame..... None at all.... I don't feel it.... Which is a stark, and odd contrast to how it should be...... The roles seem to have been reversed.... At least, in this very little moment.... This alternate universe that we seem to have zipped through, after our orgasms ripped a tear in the space-time continuum leaving me on top, panting with a smirk on my lips, evil thoughts in my head, and you, squirming, your left leg, still raised up and hanging off the edge on the couch with hooked, crossed toes, and an involuntary twitch, still gushing out spurts of your young, aromatic cum........
I breathe hard, forehead to forehead, staring at you...... Watching the rage in your eyes.... Our lips sore from the slaps, bashing, but mostly the violent kissing..... And in our hearts, we both know it's not over.... It's not that simple.... Girls like us, fight until they can't.... Until they pass out or perish.... And I know I still have more in me... And so do you... It wasn't long ago when we were on our sides on the couch, locked in a knot with you slowly edging me and getting on top.... This young, sexy, thick, latina seductress has a LOT left... And I'm just dipping my toes in the pool of knowledge, of knowing how to tap you out.... To extract all your violence, strength, energy, and sexuality...... And the glint I see in your eyes, it's one of rage and defiance.... Your hands softening on my hair, and I sense something coming... So... I lift my head back, almost like I'm giving you access and reign to SMACK my face..... Only to hammer down with my skull, bashing you right in the mouth!!!
The impact is so... Oh so sweet... Is that... Is that why you did it?? To feel that sensation of strawberries smashed against the forehead.... The little burst of crimson juice, as they get trapped against the wall of perfect teeth, along with that delicious *CRACCCCKK* sound that tells me that you too will be calling a dentist for an emergency repair soon.... Your body thrashes and turns, your palms violently shoving at my shoulders and your thigh shoving at my side, as I grin and pull back, staring at you with an amused glare....
A cut formed on my own forehead from the violent headbutt, and probably being knicked by the edge of your teeth, but I ignore the burn and the sensation of blood seeping down my own forehead, and over the bridge of my nose... And like a myrmecologist watching an ant writhe through a magnifying glass, I turn my head curiously watching you roll under me to your belly, coughing, spasming, spewing the residue of the blow and trying to shake it off..... I push up to all fours, and in a calm, yet hoarse voice I say; "Alexa; open yard....." ----- "I didn't quite get that...." --- "ALEXA... OPEN--- YARD....." I repeat with a growl as I reach and shove my fingers into your hair, and slowly pull you up.... And this time, the annoying bitch registers my words, and the glass door leading to the yard begins to slide open.......
And without delay, or any show of mercy, to give you an opportunity to breathe or take in a breath, I PULL hard on your hair... Yanking.. Jerking... Hissing and grinning... I don't let you get up to your feet, repeatedly jerking on your hair and watching you still struggle to shake off the dizziness, but as we approach the pool I feel your hands grabbing my wrists.. Your legs strengthen and you begin to get your footing.... The bitch is coming too..... But it matters not... We're on the edge of the pool, towards the deep end.... And with a little bemused hiss I snarl; "Let's wash off this blood... cxnt....." And without a delay, I THRUST my body into you, slamming our naked forms together and I send us flying off the edge, crashing into the warm water with a loud SPLASSHHHH!!--------------------------------------------
Maria:
We promised each other hell. And threatened each other with a violence like we have ever known. And yet, until that moment, as beneath you blood drips in a metronome-like pitter patter from my mouth, I did not understand what either of us truly meant. I’ve been in catfights with other women. Hands in each others hair, pulling this way and then that, until we throw one another to the floor and roll.
I’ve been stuck between the thighs of a woman I wronged, and in opposite, on all-fours above them, sealing their face between my breasts.
But this, even after our impromptu session of fuck-fighting, is so much more than those encounters. As in its dark, hateful confines, we fight as if our lives depended on it. Wound as if the thought of our survival at the end of this day was never an option.
Each of us firing off every round we can, as soon as we can, only holding back when it will cost us more than we would gain.
It is a truth that I have not the focus or mental acuity to focus on, as suddenly I feel you tugging at my hair, and dragging me up off the carpet. You shouting at Alexa once and then again. Giving her some command that in my state of disrepair and disintegrated focus, I can barely hear, let alone understand.
The consequences of it, only becoming plane as suddenly, the bright light from the sun almost blindly, as the hard floors of your house give way to cold dirt, and wet grass. Surfaces you drag me over, like a child being taken from a supermarket by her mother. Our journey taking us somewhere I cannot see, as my matted, bloody, sweat-bound hair hangs in front of my eyes like a curtain of coffee-colored Twizzlers.
And though I cannot see, as panic takes me, completely unsure of what hell you might have in store, I read for your wrists, and try to pry them free. They, exerting what returning strength I have, as once more you speak. Telling me that we’re going to wash our bodies.
The pool!
FUCCCKK! I would say or shout, if I didn’t then feel your naked body crash into mine, and then together the two of us fly into the air and then in a wet splash, into the pool. Neither of us landing cleanly, or balanced, but instead sinking to the bottom.
A placement of danger that leads us, in a hurricane of kicking legs and flailing arms, to try to pull ourselves back to the surface and find one another.
I am certain you will beat me to breathing, outpace me in clearing your eyes, and attacking. But somehow, I make it before you. And when I do, my adrenaline is flowing at a thousand miles an hour from the cold water of the pool and the shock of all that just occurred. And with that sudden resurgence of energy, I whip my hair back, use my thumbs to clear the water from my mascara and blood stained eyelids, find you just as you pop up out of the water and then grab two tight handfuls of your hairs.
With that grip, and as you couch and sputter, like I did moments before from the sudden onrush of chlorinated pool water, I scream in your face. “YOU FUCKING BBIIIIITTTTCCCCHHHHH!” As the words, and connected blood-mixed saliva splash against your face, I dunk you. Pushing you under the water as far as I possibly can before dragging you back up, looking to do the same again. “I’ll RUIN YOU!!!!!”--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
I don't know why I'm doing this... Why I am dragging you DEEPER into my realm... Into my den.... When I could have simply gone the other way, dragged you down the hallway and towards the front door.... I could have made it, opened it, pushed a foot to your ass and THRUST your naked, mauled, clawed up body to the front yard..... Surely, there is the scandal aspect... What would my neighbors say... The cops who would be called to the sight of a naked, abused young woman in the street... But that's not my concern.. That's not what stops me.... For I could have equally tossed you in the broom closet and locked the door, leaving you there until your lungs went empty from the screaming and your fists sore from pounding on the thick oak doors..... But no... I don't want you gone... I just want us cleaned up.. The horrific dry blood that has our faces, tits, bellies, backs and asses covered from the smearing, smacking, rubbing and running... Most of the cuts have congealed, somewhat..... So as our bodies SPLASH in the water and we SINK to the bottom, swirling, the crimson clouds erupt around us as our palms weakly strike flesh and drag, essentially SCRUBBING each other clean before we separate and dart to the surface....
I make it a second after you, and you are there, ready... My hair covering my face, I don't see you as I open my lips and take in a deep gasp to refill my lungs, only to feel your hands SMACKING on my face, and your scream, splatter of spit flying at me and you DUNK me down, before I can close my lips... I scream as my legs kick wildly, we're in the deep end of the pool, which isn't THAT deep, only 8ft...... But it's enough to submerge and drown as I swat at your sides and hips before being YANKED up again, gasping and coughing, my hair still obstructing my view as I taste the chlorine and salt... Groaning and swishing wildly... You pull me into you and I reach up with my hands and SLAP blindly, but at this proximity, it's not hard to guess where you are..
I feel the SMACK on wet skin and hair and I grab your hair just by the sides of your neck and SNARL.... "YOU'RE WELCOME TO FUCKING TRYYYY!!!!" And I pull my legs up and SHOVE my toes into your breasts, and THRUST hard, like I'm trying to propel my body away from you, but I don't let go of your hair, so instead, your body wheels back and me forwards and I PUSH you with my grip on your hair and my stretching legs underwater.. Holding you there for a brief moment feeling you scream and kick, your feet drumming into my ass, until a toe slips up between my thighs and jams into my still sore pussy and I YELP releasing you and I DIVE into the water forwards, twisting and swirling, kicking and surfacing again, this time, getting the chance to push my fingers under my hair and I WHIP it back with a snap of my neck.... Swimming backwards and slowly towards the shallower end of the pool, as I SCREECH.... "COME ON BITCH!!! COME AND FIGHT ME!!"--------------------------------------------
Maria:
With every new phase of our battle, those before it seem to drift away into some netherrealm of agony and loathing our cruelty alone has willed into existence. And in that same way, as suddenly we struggle in the pool, I feel as if my hate for you has been renewed and exponentiated. The lust we felt for one another only minutes before seeming to wash clean of our bodies in the cloudy, red water that surrounds us.
The amorphous crimson haze moving like a fog through the water as in it, we swirl and strike. Push and grab. You recovering from your split-second slower surfacing and the dunk thereafter, to grab my hair. Using it as handles, for you to turn in the water, kick your feet up to my chest, dig your nails into my tits, and then as I scream underwater you hold me.
In response and desperation I start to try and kick at you. And even though the water slows my strikes, one kick makes it not to your clawed ass cheeks, but between your legs. My big toe, sharp red nail first driving between your cum-leaking pussy lips and driving into your clit. Not hard with impact, but painful in the meeting of nail and centrifuge.
It is enough to make you yelp and release me, just as together we scream at each other over the din of splashes and heavy breaths. You demanding I fight you, as I yell over and atop your raging voice. “FIGHT ME YOU FUCKING cxnt!!” Words I release like arrows from a bow, up and into the air, as I dive back at you. We two women of war meeting at the center of our distance. My legs and arms wrapping around your body, as I crash down atop you while you whip your hair back.
But you cannot hold me up, given your footing and the deepness of the pool. And so into the water we plunge. Sinking deeper and deeper, as I angle, aim, and then bite down on your right shoulder hard. A vicious clamping of jaw and digging of broken teeth you feel and react to, even as we in a writhing mass come to a soft, shifting placement on the bottom of your pool.
Will I hold us there if you don’t escape me? Will I kill us both, just to hurt you? Was I that crazy before you met me? Or have you drive me to be as much with your prideful refusal to give in? You don’t know, and as I bite at you, my limbs restricting tighter and tighter, I don’t either.--------------------------------------------
Ewa::
I hear your shrieking, loud, savage voice... And it sends chills through me, not only because you mirrored my battle cry of me demanding a fight... Not because it was louder than mine, filled with more of your renewed youthful vigor and RAGE... But because of how CLOSE it is... The long lashes soaked with the pool water and the shroud of hair blocking truly how CLOSE you followed me, and as you DIVE into me our bodies smack and my feet pedal at the bottom, but there is no ground yet, we haven't made it yet to the shallow end and you practically cannonball your short, round body into mine and we SINK down...
I manage to shut my lips lightly as we plunge, promising myself to outlast this HARPY's lung capacity with my own, but even before we hit the bottom, your teeth SINK into my shoulder, and I can feel the full tooth, joined by it's chipped twin, jamming the jagged edges into my flesh and my lips BURST open with a silent scream, that sends a storm of bubbles floating up to the surface.... My arms wrap around you intensely as my shoulder blades hit the bottom of the pool, your body latched to mine like a lead weight.... Your arms wrapped around me and holding me in yet another tight hug, our now scrubbed clean tits SQUISH, and the not so ancient wounds and pains....
But as my body rocks, balanced in the buoyant state it is in, on the shoulder blades, my arms reach down, and I gouge them into your ass.... Your spread legs, have your cheeks parted slightly, and I go in DEEP this time, my fingernails stabbing so close to the 'root', an inch or so from your rosebud and labia, as I CLAW tightly and turning my head....
My neck ACHING from the savage bite, but I tilt my head, watching slightly puffs and clouds of red surfacing,, bubbles still leaking from my resealed lips, having lost quite some air in that scream, I know I must strike back....
I must...
Or I will watch every ounce of O2 leak out of my lungs before blacking out under this savage, wild BEAST of a bitch..... I lean in, but I can't make it to your neck or shoulder, so, I open my mouth, feeling a rush in of water, but I slip my tongue out like a snake, slowly looping around your earlobe, hooking it and slowly pulling it towards my lips, capturing it, then tugging slowly, gently, until it's within reach of my teeth and I BITE back hard....--------------------------------------------
Maria:
I would fight you until the very edge of death. Struggle with you until neither of us have a single breath left to give. Hurt you, until I was certain I had you at the lip of the void.
But never past.
Not because of some unspoken, unrealized love. But instead because I need you. I need the woman who has finally given my life of inflicted jealousy and enjoyed pain meaning. Method. And mirrored purpose.
That is my truth, one so real and known that I begin to cry as I bite into your shoulder on the bottom of that blood-red pool -- knowing how carefully I must tread, even in the insanity we writhe in. Seared into my soul though that knowledge of your worth is, I do not pull back.
Not before I feel you wrap your nude, war-torn body around mine and then with a quick extension of your tongue, bite into my ear. Your broken teeth and mine piercing each others flesh as in a tight ball of hatred and malice we begin to float. Not just up, but over. Until finally we feel the bottom of the pool rise beneath us.
A sign of drift that in an instant we react to my unwrapping our legs and standing. We, as we explode out of the water, gasping and choking on water, as we continue to bite. Neither of us releasing our locked jaws, but instead continuing to chew on the other’s skin, and swallow the blood that results from such attacks. We, at that moment, looking more like vampires in some competition of draining, rather than women who slept with each other’s boyfriends.
Continue though we do, suddenly, as we breathe heavy through our bites, your back bumps into the side of the pool. Our feet finally able to keep up above the waterline. At the realization of where we are, and where I have you, I lean my lower and middle half back, and then quickly slam them forward and into you. Our wet flesh and breasts coming together with an echoing slap, as I try to crush you beneath me and against stone. Our bites falling loose as we yelp and groan out from the resulting pain.
And though I come once, and then again. Each causing a collision harder, louder, and more painful than the last, on my fourth attempt you surge forward, to your left, and turn us. You then trapping me against the side, as you go to punish me in the same way.
Body to body and breast to breast, as the adrenaline that coursed through our veins only moments before fades from us. Leaving us each almost more exhausted than before.Continued in next post
