Walking briskly down the hall, I veer into the upstairs bathroom and grab the clothes hamper, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I stoop to retrieve it from under the sink. Having showered earlier that morning, my dirty-blonde hair is glossy and straight, falling well past my shoulders.
My reflection shows a buxom woman in good shape; sporting a tight-fitting navy t-shirt that stretches over my bust and stops just shy of my navel. My long, tanned legs stretch from a comfy pair of high denim shorts that accentuate the curve of my ass. Shorts that win admiring glances from men whenever I Ieave the house, and accompanying tsks of disapproval if their wives are with them...
Tucking the large wicker basket awkwardly under my arm, I begin my rounds. Moving from room-to-room, I pad across the carpet in my bare feet, plucking my kids’ dirty clothes from the floor as I go, and dumping them in the hamper.
Rolling my eyes in disbelief at their inability to perform this simple task themselves…
With dirty laundry brimming from the top of the hamper, I descend the stairs, taking the steps two-at-a-time, and drop the hamper in front of the washing machine. Deciding to get the housework out of the way early, I stuff the clothes into the machine and set it spinning in a cold wash, before tidying away the remnants of the breakfast table.
The early morning sun filters through the window above the faucet, filling the room with a warm yellow glow, warming the tiles under my bare feet. I gasp in surprise as my phone buzzes noisily from the kitchen counter. Not the usual, cheerful beep that heralds a message or Facebook post, but something more aggressive.
Something more akin to the guttural growl of a cat snarling. My surprise fades to delight as I realise what that means. A notification from the Tangler App.
My dirty, little secret…
Being a Stay-at-Home Mom, I usually have the house to myself until late afternoon. With Jack at work and the kids gone to school every week day, I have a few hours to kill in the morning. Scrolling on my phone several weeks past, I came across the Tangler App.
I thought it was a dating app at first, but something about the font and logo seemed so… aggressive…
It gave me pause and spurred me to click into the company’s website. There I discovered a world I didn’t know existed. A world filled with combative women from all walks of life. Challenging each other to boxing matches, erotic duels, catfights and more.
I immediately downloaded the App and set up a profile. In truth, I had forgotten about the app until this morning. When I got my first notification.
A challenge from a younger woman named Sylvie. A pretty young, blonde with an athletic figure and a bust to rival my own.
Daring me to face her in a sexfight…
Grinning as I look at the screen, I feel goosepimples rise on my bare arms in anticipation of pitting myself against her in a sordid struggle...
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