Michelle (NHB) asked me to write about a brutal fight involving both of us.
This is what I wrote. Hope Michelle and all like it.
Your comments are appreciated.
MICHELLE vs. MAURA
After years of Cyber fighting, most times brutal fights, frequently sexual encounters, Michelle and I decided to meet for real. Living in Sweden and in Spain, respectively, we decided to meet in Paris, more or less in the middle and in any case a nice city to visit again. I chose a good hotel, close to the Champs Elysèes, but discreet and of solid construction, meaning well isolated of noise, since a fight would produce screams undoubtedly.
We meet at the reception area. We look at each other with interest and sympathy, brush our lips, briefly but enough to detect our scents. We knew our pics but the reality was different and I thought better. I could see the chemistry would work.
We had dinner in a restaurant close to the hotel, talked about us and about Cyber friends we had fought with, ate lots and drank a full bottle of good French red wine, bragged about our victories in real fights and forgot conveniently to mention our defeats. By the time we were back at the hotel, we were hot and ready to fight. In the elevator, we kissed hard, our tongues dancing, tasting our saliva and moaning. We were going to fight and we knew we would hurt each other, but we liked each other too.
In the room, we didn’t talk much. As we entered, we used the mini bar to pour a drink ourselves and we started to undress, looking at each other’s bodies. She is 42 and I am 50, but evidently we have been careful about our bodies and we are fit, more than most of our ages. Same height, 5’7”, similar weight, around 140-145 lbs., Michelle a 36d-26-38, myself a 40c-30-38, both with thick bushes, she is blonde, I am brunette. Our eyes reflected admiration. But during dinner we have said the fight would be no holds barred, and this time was no Cyber, it was for real.
It was a relatively big area between the bed and the windows, only with a sofa, a low table and a couple of chairs. We moved the table and the chairs and didn’t waste time. Two simultaneous slaps to the face and we grabbed our hairs pulling brutally while our free hands went to the breasts, clawing our nails and raking savagely. We groaned of pain, but continued clawing and pulling hairs. We knew this was only the beginning. A kick to my left shin made me trip and bend my leg until my knee was on the rug. Immediately, Michelle sent a knee brutally to my belly and a punch to my left brow. I felt the blood running down my face as I was falling on my back but as I fell I launched my right foot between her legs and she screamed and fell on her knees grabbing her hurt sex as I was grabbing my belly.
We attacked simultaneously, and our breasts collided hard, flattening as we grabbed our necks and started strangling each other. My knee on her belly loosened her pressure but she fell and I went down with her. We were sweating now, when we began punching our tits and faces brutally, laying on our sides on the rug, the blood running. Between punches we raked our tits and bellies with our long nails, our knees hitting our thighs, though we were trying for the pussies. We were two animals like in hate, though we didn’t hate the other, on the contrary. A punch of Michelle closed my left eye and one of mine broke her nose. I grabbed her by the ears and hit her head repeatedly on the floor, though with the rug the pain was les. She bit my throat savagely and it was when I broke her nose. We stopped for a little time.
We drank water, Michelle spitted the last bit of water on my eyes and punched my face almost simultaneously. I clinched to her and we fell on the bed, again trying to knee our cxnts and getting our thighs full of purple marks. We had blood on our tits and bellies, besides the faces which were badly injured. But we continued fighting. We mashed, punched, kicked, bit, scratched each other as if we would like to kill. We fell from the bed to the floor and rolled over with legs tangled, one arm around our necks, tits flattened. We both felt the arousal of our bodies and our smells, our pussies were wet. We got on our feet and attacked again, clinching body to body, feeling our breaths, smelling each other, clawing and scratching, punching.
We didn’t realize we have been fighting for one full hour, when we laid on the floor, our bodies and faces a mess, bloody and sweaty, breathing with our last bit of strength, exhausted, almost unable to move. The rug and the bed quilt covered with sweat, blood and pee that had escaped in some moment of the fight, one chair and a glass broken, the room like if a tornado had passed over.
Finally, I managed to call the concierge to ask for an ambulance for two persons. The concierge, alarmed, called the ambulance and the police. When we were on the stretchers, a female uniformed police woman got into the ambulance with us. “Just a fight”, I managed to say thru my broken lips. “A fight? More like a war”, said the police woman and added: “I will be with you until you sign your statement in the Gendarmerie, you will have to pay for the damages in the hotel and probably go to Court”.
She had to wait three days before we were released from the hospital. At the Gendarmerie, we signed the statements, paid the amount the hotel had stipulated, plus a fine, and went back to the hotel. The receptionist was alarmed. “Don’t worry, sir. We wont fight this time”.
We didn’t, but our fucks during all the night, after a great dinner in the same restaurant we were three nights before, and a deep kiss in the elevator, were so hard and savage like our fight.
But a lot more pleasant.
