How I fell for a woman who boxes ... ... .yes, WTF!!!


When this first occurred I was a 26 year old very happy and very heterosexual
guy living in Northern California. I was very happy, just earned my MBA at
night, paid for by my employer, and was working for a Fortune 500 company. No
major baggage, dating as much as possible, playing ball and always in great
shape. I loved the outdoors. I had a bevy of good and reliable friends and
close with my big family all of whom were still in the State.

I lived in a pretty nice condo complex and was walking through one day when I
saw this very attractive older woman moving into her condo. Being the nice guy
I am, as I saw her carrying in some boxes so I volunteered to help. She smiled
back and said sure that would be nice. It only took me about 45 minutes and
everything was in her new place. She was very thankful, invited me to stay for
a drink of water but I had to run. We introduced ourselves and shook hands and
that was that, I really had to go. At that time I would have guessed she was
upper30's or so, about 5'7 or 8 , had a great smile, brown shoulder length
hair, she was wearing a baggy shirt but she looked like she was in shape for
an older woman and that was that, I did not think twice about it.

Maybe a month later she saw me in the parking lot which was good since I
really did not recognize and barely remembered her until she yelled out my
name. As she walked towards me it took me a few seconds to remember her,
especially since she was dressed in her work clothes. She wore her nurse's
uniform with style, and it did reveal what I thought, she had a really nice
body. Like sturdy broad-ish shoulders, totally feminine and it looked like she
spent her time in the gym with the weights. A brunette with friendly eyes that
kept her gaze focused on me. Super friendly, she thanked me a couple more
times and invited me over to see her new place without the boxes and for a
drink or cup of coffee. I immediately said yes to this friendly gesture, she
seemed intelligent, very pretty but since I still thought she was 10 years
older than me I had no romantic interests and I doubt she did either. And
although I am a good looking guy I would never claim to be a stud nor did I
expect or even want anything to happen here. Like I said I dated a lot and
usually with woman my age or younger with the intent of getting married and
having a family. A woman 10 plus years older was not something I had any
interest in. We agreed we would each get out of our work clothes and freshen
up and I would swing by in about 20 minutes.

When I knocked on her door she looked quite amazing, I was impressed and for
me to be impressed took a lot. She wore a classy top that showed off her upper
body with class with equally form fitting jeans and she had on fresh make-up
and all in all she was really put together well. I would give her body a solid
9 and her face a 9 plus. Her shoulder length hair was silky and styled, her
bare shoulders were tanned, her arms really reflected a decent amount of gym
time and that was one flat belly which had to be a result of a great diet and
a lot of sit ups. This was one legit hot lady, in clothes at least!! Her deep
blue eyes were friendly and her teeth gleaming white. We chatted for hours
that night, laughed a lot, got to know each other, discussed our careers and
it was a REALLY great night. I tried stealing some more looks at her body and
I was still impressed. We talked about working out, running, maybe playing
some tennis, etc. I was thinking this is pretty cool, I am making a very nice
new friend here, what's wrong with that? Nothing! When I noticed it was almost
midnight and we both were early risers I told her I had to leave and she
understood and when she walked me towards the door we were facing each other
and I have to be honest here, I felt something. I did NOT want to since she
was older but there was no denying it. I had that "how to say good night on
the first date" feeling, do I kiss her or not. I thought kissing her would be
rude and aggressive and just wrong since I had no intention of being romantic
with an older woman. So there we stood, a few uncomfortable inches from one
another. She looked very confident and in control is the best way I can
explain it and I felt like grabbing her and kissing her but inside my head was
saying DO NOT DO IT. I put my hand out to shake hers good bye and she leaned
in and kissed me on my cheek and gave me a pretty hard hug with her breasts
very much in my chest and said good night as I turned away with an erection! I
could not stop thinking about her for days!!! I admit that I jerked off to her
more than once afterwards.

Three weeks later I was reading by the pool on a beautiful day when I heard a
voice say "is this lounge taken ?" and I was already saying no, even though I
hardly knew anyone at this condo complex and wondered why anyone would sit
right next to me since the pool was empty, when I looked up and it was her
looking down on me smiling. I looked up and laughed and told her c'mon join me
and we started gabbing away as if I knew her forever. And then it happened,
lol, but it did. She took off her T-shirt and I could not believe what I saw.
Her body was amazingly hot and I mean hot in a beautiful bikini. Nothing I
could have possibly known in our last two encounters. I mean I knew she was a
hot older woman but to this extent? NO way. Her flat hard belly was perfect,
saw some muscles but nothing crazy and not only the ab muscles in front but on
the sides too, her arms were extra toned, more than I would have imagined, her
legs had some nice definition and it was crystal clear this lady worked out a
lot and has for a long time. I would say she was flawless and especially for
an older woman. The fact is she put to shame women 10 years younger. I am very
proud of my body I have to say as I always stayed in shape, even while working
full time and going to get my MBA at night. She had more years into this and
more time to perfect what was a hard bodied strong looking older woman.
Impressive. Anyway, I was impressed with this woman and more and more each
time we met. We spoke and laughed and had a lot in common from the books and
movies we read and saw to our politics (conservative which is rare around
here) to our love of pets and much more. I said to myself I wish she was
younger because she is pretty perfect in a lot of ways. I have not genuinely
laughed so much in my life with one person. I was dying to know her age and I
did a number of things to find out as discreetly as possible. Including asking
her when she graduated from Nursing School to a whole bunch of things when she
finally said to me, OK so you are fishing for my age are you wiseguy? She said
this with a big smile on her face, and she always smiled by the way, I blushed
and said, well OK how old are you if you don't mind me asking? She paused a
good fifteen seconds to milk this thing and said, well I turned 36 last week
but I bet I can kick the crap out of you any time I wanted to, and then she
laughed. I found that comment odd but she was laughing so whatever. Since I
knew she was kidding around but I have never had anyone, male or female say
that to me, I said so if you were lucky enough to kick my butt as you say,
what would you do then? Again, with a huge smile and leaning in to me she
said, I don't know maybe make you into my little sex slave and she laughed out
loud as I did and then she reached over with her extra large fist and made a
boom sound as she made believe she was throwing a punch into my jaw. When she
did that I immediately noticed a few things. I noticed her fists were freaking
big, her arms were more defined than I thought and I got a great look at her
ample tits and her smile was infectious. Certainly different then what I was
used to that's for sure. I tried to give her a serious look and said, well I
never divulge my age to anyone. I was just kidding around of course. She
smiled and put her face 2 inches from mine and said with a smile, you know I
could beat it out of you Mr. with these fists, as she put her fists in front
of my face and laughed once again. We both laughed and I noticed, for what
it's worth, she had big hands and her biceps popped out more than I would have
thought and this "kicking my ass" was a theme for her for some reason. So I
said OK OK no need for violence and I am 26. We both laughed and she said,
well I am glad you told me since you are too cute to beat up and laughed again
as I did. At this point I was getting of that stupid joke but said nothing as
it was meaningless at that point, let her think what she wants I thought. We
spent hours talking and laughing and at about 5PM we both stood up to leave
and I asked her to dinner. I could not believe I was asking an older woman,
even one who was so damn hot and one I got along with so well but I did. She
leaned in towards me, put her hands around my neck and gave me a soft long
kiss and said, thought you would never ask. Pick me up at 9 and make sure you
are on time, I hate people who are late. She came in again, chest first and
planted a slow,soft kiss on me and moaned a little when she did. I ran my
hands over that hard belly and was now super impressed and her back had
definition too. I was dying, lol. Thankfully nobody was at the pool at that
point to see my cock popping in my bathing suit. I was really liking her now.

It's in my nature to be on time so that was not a chore. When I knocked on her
door she opened it up and looked more amazing than any other time I saw her. I
was stunned, I froze which was embarrassing as I was amazed at her true
beauty. She was all made up, her lip gloss was really sexy looking on her, she
had a tight but classy fitting dress that accented her hourglass figure, it
was cutout on the sides revealing her ribs that did not have a spec of fat on
it and I was able to see her abs and her concave belly that was pretty hot and
with heels on she was a good 5'9 to my 6'1''. She looked like a million
dollars to me and I told her so. She was impressed with the flowers I gave
her, which earned me my first kiss on the lips and we stepped inside so she
could put them in a vase. Then she turned towards me and told me she worked
out extra special for ME and gave me a quick double bicep pose and I mean
quick. She did it and cracked up but and I mean but, what I saw blew me away.
She looks great, like I said, her arms always looked athletically toned but
when she posed or I should say flexed her biceps I could not believe it!!!!
She had two baseball sized biceps in those arms and when she did a quick
triceps and chest pose I could have died and went to heaven. I was BLOWN the
fuck away. I cannot even describe how blown away and surprised I was. Like,
where were those huge muscles hiding? When she was not flexed she looked toned
and athletic but when she flexed it was like someone elses arms that were
ripped with muscles, like they were hiding, lol. I am not a guy who is into
girls with big muscles but always loved a toned woman in shape. She was many
steps removed from that, far better! She egged me on to do the same and I
embarrassingly did and she felt my muscles through my shirt. I think mine were
bigger but yikes it was close and my heart was palpitating away. This woman is
something special. As we walked towards the car I could see a well developed
back through that dress, nice calves and those broad shoulders screamed power
to me. I really could not figure this woman out or my feelings towards her.
All I know I was about to cum in my pants!

We had a great time at dinner and stayed there for 2 1/2 hours and then went
to the bar. Now here is where the first problem existed. I have an issue with
alcohol and that is I can drink all day and hardly ever feel a thing. This is
not a good thing. I went through 4 years of college and drank like everyone
else but hardly accomplished the goal of getting drunk. Imagine being with a
bunch of guys, tailgating, at a party, wherever and everyone is having a
little more fun than you? But the real problem I found out was with her. We
had 2 drinks and 2 shots and her behavior became aggressive and a little loud.
First she insisted that we call an UBER and I counted with "I am 100% fine and
can drive and would NEVER drive if I felt impaired". Her comment back to me
was, if you say that to me I will punch you in the face. WHAT, I said. And she
repeated it with her face 2 inches from mine. Again, with the threats and I
did not like it!! OK OK relax and I wrote it off to her being tipsy and maybe
she had a bad experience with some drunk guy who insisted on driving when he
shouldn't have, who knows?. Then she announces, no not asked, announces in a
loud voice, if I wanted to arm wrestle her as she started flexing her very
nice biceps as a bunch of people started egging her on and she was totally
into the attention. She said, yeah my X of four years learned the hard way so
why don't you give it a shot IF you are man enough. WHAT?? First, I had no
idea that you had an X, which is no big deal, but learning it this way was a
little fucked up. By now there are like 10 people around our booth giving her
way to much encouragement as she played it up flexing and talking crap. I
really had no choice and I did not want to humiliate her for several reasons.
On,,e she became this loud drunk, two, she had her little fan base of idiots
and three I simply had no desire to prove my manhood to her or anyone else.
She put her arm on the table and with her free hand used her finger to give me
that "get over here" move. I just shook my head and put my arm down and she
said, if you cheat I may just to have to take you outside and give you a good
spanking or maybe a few punches in that cute face. Her gang of morons were all
over those juvenile comments. As we grabbed hands I made up my mind just to
hold her in place for a while as she struggled and then slowly put her down
and get the hell out of there. There we were and she said, ON THREE and her
with her new friends all counted and within 15 seconds she beat me!!!!!!!!!!
Not that I arm wrestle much or ever but I was fucking humiliated and shocked
as to what happened. Not only did I feel my face blushing she was more than
happy to point it out to her new adoring fans. Her new friends were going ape
shit, she leaned back and CLEARLY her nipples were now popping through that
tight dress and she held a double bicep pose for like 30 seconds, which was
super long and obnoxious too and talked about how strong she was and asked me
if I still felt like a man. Well I did but was not happy with the whole scene
to say the least. I was super uncomfortable with a bunch of strangers, both
men and women, cheering her on and pointing at me laughing. I was done! I slid
out of the booth and headed towards the front door and heard the laughter
continue. I was going home and to hell with her.

As I was walking towards my car I heard her call out to me so I turned around
and I was still furious being treated like that. Who needed this crap, I
thought. She grabbed my arm and asked where I was going and I told her, going
home as I did not appreciate what you did to me. I saw her face change from
all smiles to rather serious. She asked, you were going to leave me here???
Are you kidding me? I said, listen what you did is inexcusable and I want
nothing to do with you so good bye. Very quickly, she grabbed me by my collar
with a force I never experienced and pushed me against a car with both of her
hands and brought her fist back and said, and I will never forget this, Mr. I
could knock the fuck out of you right now like you have NEVER have been
punched before but, I admit I was wrong in humiliating you and showing off my
strength so I will not blacken your eyes for being a coward who was going to
run and leave his date stranded. Looking at her fist, her angry face and that
ball of a bicep in her fisted arm was SCARY and I admit that. Still holding me
by my collar, she said, so I apologize and I admit I was a little drunk so
again I am sorry. She let me go and put both of her hands on my biceps and
buried her head in my chest and apologized again. After a while I held her and
told her to calm down and lets go home, but I still wanted nothing to do with
her. When I was holding her I felt her heart beat, I ran my hands over her
arms and they were as solid as anything and when I held her, because she is so
broad shouldered, she felt powerful, hard and I thought maybe a little
dangerous in some ways. WTF is going on?

We did not speak much although she tried a few times. I was disgusted with her
display of power, not my thing and being humiliated was fucking ridiculous.
And I certainly was intimidated by her now, no doubt about that and that was
super uncomfortable and troubling for me. I parked the car and for whatever
reason felt the need to walk her to her condo. As I did she grabbed my arm and
hung onto it like we were a couple which we were definitely not!! When we got
to her front door I made sure she opened her door and we faced each other and
I said GOOD BYE and thought to myself, good riddens. She had a sad look on her
face and stuck her chest out and offered me a night cap and did so twisting
her sexy body in a rather provocative way and I said, no thanks, I am really
tired. I never thought in my life that I would EVER say to a beautiful woman
like this, who pretty much invited me into her home to have sex that "I was
tired" but I wanted nothing to do with her.

Three months passed by and although she called me several times I ignored most
of the calls and when we did speak I rejected every offer of coffee or tennis
or anything. Then one day I was checking out a new rather fancy health club. I
figured I was making good money, single and could afford the $500/month fee
and of course hoped to meet some women. While this incredible hard bodied
model type, who had a ton of plastic surgery no doubt was walking me around
the club showing me all that it had to offer; racquetball, squash, basketball,
an amazing lifting area with every machine known to mankind, a pool, a
locker-room that was nicer than my condo, we walked by the "boxing studio" and
there she was teaching a class of both men and women. I did a double take,
maybe a triple and the chick showing me around, including her fake DD boobs,
noticed I knew someone. So she asked and I said, yeah, the instructor is
someone who uh, uh lives in my complex. Oh yeah she said, she teaches here 3x
a week and is some boxer herself on the amateur level and could turn pro if
she wanted. You have to see her spar over there in the ring, she said, I have
seen many a guy walk away from those sessions with black eyes and bruised
ego's and she laughs. As we were talking the class broke up and she walks out
to where I was talking to Ms. Fake tits. What can I say? My jaw dropped once
again. Her hair was all over the place as she was undoing whatever was keeping
the hair off her face. As she did that her biceps were dancing all over and I
could not help but stare and be envious quite honestly. She wore a crop top
that was DRENCHED that had the word "instructor" written on it, her abs and
arm muscles were not only pumped and fucking wildly sexy and defined looking,
the sweat was pouring down her face, because her shirt was wet or who knows
why her nipples were fucking jutting through that crop top and could have cut
diamonds and she froze when she saw me. She knew she was a site and that's why
her nipples were popping through. Her bas were more than flat, her belly was
concave due to god knows how many crunches.

Neither of us knew what to do as it was quite awkward and Ms. Fake tits knew
it. She said hi and kissed my cheek and smiled and stepped back and I thought
stuck out her chest or maybe it was her great posture and she started to take
off her hand wraps. Ms. Fake tits excused herself and the 25 or so people who
were walking out of her class all were saying thank you or good night to her.
One woman was being assisted in her walking by two other women and stopped in
front of us and said " I want to apologize to you again for thinking I could
go 3 rounds with you, please accept my apology", and continued walking with
assistance. She was clearly in bad shape, bruised and injured in some way. I
asked what was that all about and all she did was smile a wicked crooked
almost shy like smile, maybe humble is better, and said, oh nothing, we just
sparred a little. In a few moments it was just her and I in the hallway
standing there. It was quite awkward to say the least. She told me to follow
her to the juice bar, which was so elaborate it belonged in a 5 star hotel,
and we sat down and she ordered both of us a drink. I was really checking her
out and I have to say she was pumped, and very much in command in that
environment. I am telling you this woman was full of surprises and so sexy
that there was no way I could stand up at that point without everyone pointing
at my erection. On one level I disliked her and her obnoxious attitude and on
the other level, physically, she was amazing, more amazing then I have ever
close to have been with. She said, so what are doing here at the club? To
which I responded, I was going ask you the same question. We both laughed and
she said, well I teach a boxing class here and have been a member for 3 years.
I asked, so they must have an arm wrestling class too? She laughed and said,
don't be a wiseguy or I may take you into that ring you saw and beat some
sense into that cute face. I was disappointed in that comment and said, there
you again with the violence and stood up and thanked her for the juice and was
going to leave. She grabbed my arm and said "sit the fuck down asshole before
I really slap the fuck out of you" and did not let go of me and I could not
get away. She was smiling the whole time but her strength was clear as day to
me. So I sat and said OK calm down it was a joke but I do not appreciate being
threatened. She let go of my hand and whispered, "that was not a threat" and
stared thru me. OK I said, now what? Now, I will give you a private tour of
the gym so follow me and behave yourself because you do fire me up young man.
I repeated, young man, huh? She just smiled.

We walked around the health club and everywhere we went people greeted her and
gawked at her, definitely not stared, gawking is the best word to describe how
people looked at her. And I mean BOTH genders!! We passed three different men
whose faces dropped and eyes went to the ground when we passed by. It was so
obvious I had to say something to her. She shrugged her shoulders and said,
well those three decided it would be a clever idea to spar with me in front of
their women for such and such a reason. Yeah, so what I said. She turned and
said in a very matter of fact way, so what each got their faces beat in and
that guy with the mustache cried and would not even get up after the 3rd or
4th knockdown and the other guys got taught the lesson they thought was never
going to happen and got the stuffing beat out of them and now none of them can
even look me in the eye but so it goes no news. I was speechless as each one
of them looked like fairly athletic guys all bigger than her and me for that
matter. After the tour she told me to wait until she showers so we can have a
cup of coffee and talk about what happened and I reluctantly agreed. I told I
was busy but she repeated her request and said OK? And I just said OK fine. I
waited a good 45 minutes and I was tired but perked up when she came out
wearing a red tanktop that clinged to her hard body, a great pair of jeans and
these whiter than white sneakers and off we went. She had that big smile and
as always was her usual chatty intelligent self. I could not take my eyes off
of her. Before we got into her car she grabbed my arms and spun me around
until my back was against the car and I have to say I was a little worried and
she saw it. She said, don't worry young man I am not going to punch your face
in right here in a parking lot and she laughed. I was still concerned and
said, oh OK that's good to know. She said, my god you look scared and then
paused as I saw her mood change a little, I don't know, become more serious
looking and reached in and gave me one long passionate IN-fucking credible
kiss. After the 30 seconds that took we both opened our eyes and she said ok
NOW GET IN.

We went to a local pub and naturally I am thinking about her drinking and did
not want to experience any of that shit again. We were on our second beer and
we were talking away and she was coming clean about her boxing and her X.
Fascinating stuff. She told me her X was a great guy at first and she was head
over heals in love. Then we did a shot and I really did not want to based on
her history with me. When the waitress came by she wanted to order another
shot but I declined and she was OK with that so we just talked. She told me
how she started in some kind of karate as a kid and then by 15 was doing
competitive kickboxing and loved it. She loved the competition, the confidence
it gave her, and as she said with a big smile, she loved beating the shit out
of people and being known as a really good fighter among her friends and
family. Entering tournaments and everything and loved winning all of the
trophies and medals and soon having her choice of boys/men she wanted. She
spoke with passion about her boxing and loved the whole process of working out
to competing. She said, there were many many times she had a black eye or two
or other minor injuries and she wore those as a "badge of honor". I studied
her face and it was excited and filled with sincerity. During her junior year
in college she got married to one of her professors and at that point was
doing straight boxing and he was not much of an athlete but a great guy.
Cerebral and funny as she said. Eventually, she admitted, he was not
satisfying her sexually and she cheated on him "a lot" and made a face saying
OOOPS when she admitted all of this. He knew something was awry and to make a
long story short was very angry and became physical with her. I did not ask
how physical but he ended up in the emergency room and was hospitalized for
days. That was followed by some reconciliation and marriage counseling but he
still was not satisfying her sexually, as she tells it, and she enjoyed having
other partners and told him that. She loved this guy but he would not put up
with the cheating and on vacation somewhere it all blew up again and the poor
guy was knocked out cold in their hotel room and pretty much had a mental
breakdown. She said he could not handle the reality of it all. Here I am at
5'7 or so and 145 lbs and I beat the poor guy to a pulp 2x and he was a full 6
feet, smart as a whip and 10 years older. Plus the fact that he could not
sexually satisfy me was a huge issue for him. The more I cheated the more I
got totally into sex and all of its components and I liked having men who
could satisfy me. It was NEVER an age thing she said. They were divorced and
this was all going on while she was in Nursing School too. The divorce left
her financially secure as the guy came from money and he gave her everything
she asked for and told me she could have gotten more too. And then she turns
to me and said, now your turn. I laughed since I had nothing nearly that
interesting to tell her. Next thing I know she moved closer to me and grabbed
me and started kissing me WITH passion and for a while I forgot I was in a
public place doing something I never did before and thought only obnoxious 16
year olds did. We got the check and left and made a bee line for her condo.

After what felt like a cross country drive but was just 15 minutes We both
pushed through the door like two animals in heat. She LITERALLY ripped my
shirt off my back and took her clothes off in seconds as I took off my pants
and then some trouble. I could have cum in less than a second, no kidding and
if you saw her as many of you reading this know, so could have you. We are
standing there naked and she pushes me against the wall with a thud and orders
me to keep my hands to my sides or risk getting slapped. Everything about her
was hard. Her tits were as perky as any I have seen, anywhere, and the
mountains of pec muscles were the shit, I liked her strength and she knew
exactly what she wanted At this point I would have eaten shit, I swear, just
to cum. She stands in front of me, her hard chest touching mine, I could feel
her tits moving as she was breathing and she softly kisses me and tells me
that she is going to make love to me all night long. Then she does a right
bicep flex and asked me if I liked it. I said yes and went to touch it and
SLAP and I mean SLAPPED me across my face. I was never punched or slapped in
my life. What was that for I asked. She told me, remember, hands to the side
MR. OK OK. My face felt red and hot. She starts to strut around her living
room and rub her tits with her hands and pose and shadow box. She was in a
world of her own and clearly loved performing, she knew who she was. I
literally felt myself dripping cum, it was wild. She walks over to me and
said, you liked what you saw when I came out of my class, right? I said, hell
yes right. She smiled and laughed. You like these muscles, right? Hell yeah I
do like them. She flexed her abs and like everything else she flexes she goes
from looking fit to looking like a beast. She held that pose and I knew FOR
SURE this girl is built like a truck. She said, want to feel them and
immediately without waiting for her response I went to touch and SLAPPED again
but this time in my abs. I was bent over and surprised by not only the speed
but the power of her slaps. As I was doubled over and looking at her
bellybutton she said, REMEMBER MR. hands by your side. It took me a few
seconds to recover and stand up. After another 10 minutes of her strutting and
me making 3 more mistakes both sides of my face felt like they were on fire
and my abs had a big red mark on them. Then she said, OK you can move your
hands but frankly I was gun shy or should say slap shy. She knew it and was
all over being dominant over me. She said, what's the matter baby, don't want
to touch me? You know if you are scared to touch me tell me. If you don't
touch me I will be insulted and may have to beat the living fuck out of you.
No matter however confused I ever was this one was worse. She told me to sit
on her couch and she stood in front of me where I was eye level to her shaved
pussy and I never saw a shaved pussy live before. My dick was so big and hard
it was fucking crazy. She flexed away and told me how much she loved to box
but had to keep it a secret at work in the hospital even though she has beaten
up 4 doctors over the years and each one pays her a monthly stipend. WTF??
Then she pushes me down and mounts me and all I can say is that I did not
screwing here at all, it was all her, she fucked me! Period and end of story.
With her hands on her hips she moved like a ballet dancer, she flexed her
muscles and played with her tits and rode me and told me when to cum so we can
do it together. And we did exactly that and I have no idea how I did not cum
in a second. She stayed in that position, on top of me, for a while with her
eyes closed and when she opened them she bent over and kissed me like I have
never been kissed before with my cock still inside of her. And then the
amazement continued as I got hard again, like 5 minutes into the kissing and
she knew it and there we were again, un- fucking real. I am no stud for sure
and never came twice inside the same person a few minutes apart. Wild and
crazy and intense shit. After the second time she just sat there on top of me
rubbing her tits and telling me how cute I am. I really wanted to have a
serious chat with her but she was so into her own self I knew it was useless.
Finally, after like 20 minutes of caressing her own body, and still straddling
me she leaned over and put both of her hands on my shoulders and became very
soft and cuddly with her comments and apologized for scaring me with her
dominance and power. She reminded me that her boxing skills "were serious" and
that she is "terribly strong" and loved fighting and working out and that I
was no physical match for her. I had to interrupt her little lecture and said,
I recognize that she has been working out for decades, and looks it, and that
you have been boxing for a long time, BUT you should not necessarily think
that you could beat me if in fact I was serious about fighting you. She
laughed out loud, like a belly laugh, while still straddling me and said, OK
lover for now let's just be friends, no reason to send you to an emergency
room tonight, tonight was too much fun. With that she got off me and went to
the bathroom.

We hung out for about an hour and I wanted to leave which did not make her
happy. Oh really fuck me and leave will you? I said, actually you fucked me
and she laughed and said, EXACTLY. But I want you to stay and sleep here and I
will not ask you twice. She insisted that I wear one of her bathrobes while
she put on a pair of her new boxing trunks she wanted me to see and nothing
else. There was something about the way she asked me to stay that I figured
right now I will stay. The next morning we got up together and made love in
the old fashioned and civilized calm way but she was still on top I have to
say. She made breakfast, I cleaned up the dishes, no she did not have to ask
me, and we went our separate ways.

I called her like 5-6x but always got her VM and then stopped figuring she was
done with me. At that point I really had feelings for her and wanted to know
more about her violent side so I can determine if ever wanted to be with her.
Her age was still a factor.And yes the sex was off the chart but that is not
why I pursued her.

A good 2 1/2 weeks later I was at the fancy health club and walked by the
boxing class remembering she taught at 5:30 on Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday.
I looked through the little window and there she was working with the class as
they were paired in two's blasting away at each others bellys. Nothing I
wanted any part of as it looked really hard if not insane. I could hear the
gloves smashing into the walls of muscles in each pair and hear the loud
grunts when they got hurt. NOT for me. She caught my eye and waved me inside
with a smile. Cautiously I walked in and she walked over and kissed me on my
mouth and I tasted her sweat as it was pouring off her head as she told the
rather large guy she was with to take a breather and the guy dropped to his
knees and to me it looked like he had tears in his eyes, maybe it was sweat,
who the fuck cared. She told me to sit there and wait for me and went back and
forth with this dude until she put him down for good and just stood over him
yelling that he needs MORE WORK. There were 3 VERY cute women in the room,
more my age and really hot. I was watching them paired off and blasting away
at each others mighty looking 6 pack abs figuring there is NO WAY on Gods
green earth that I could keep up with any of them. And they were cute as hell
and apparently were strong and could box too. When the class emptied she was
saying her good byes she walks over to me and apologized for not returning my
calls. She was "busy" was her only explanation and I said, that was too bad I
would have thought our friendship ranked higher than that. She shrugged her
shoulders and immediately said, I saw you looking at Rhonda and her little
friends. Since I did not know anyone of their names but figured she saw me
staring at those 4 women my age, I said yes. She said, you know if I was the
jealous type I would beat your ass right here and now. I said, jealous? You
did not even return my calls so how can you be jealous of me looking at some
hot chicks? Hot chicks, she said. Yes. Chicks? Holy shit, OK women, happy now?
Things turned ugly quicker than they should have. First she smacks me across
the face with her right hand and within a split second she backhanded me with
that same right hand and almost knocks me to the ground. I was
incensed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who the fuck do you think you are I demanded? I don't
know why but I stood up and I put my fists up like I was going to strike back,
which I was not. She thought otherwise. While still wearing her hand wrap
things she jabbed 5x in my face. I was never punched in my life for starters.
There was blood dripping from my nose and 2 or more of those punches hit my
left eye. I did not know what the fuck was going on. I backed up and was
shaken and yelled at her, WTF are you doing you maniac, do you want your
fucking ass kicked, I will fucking kill you as I backed up and put my hands in
front of my face scared to fucking death. She put her hands on her hips and
mocked me. Look at my little bloody sex toy, weeping and bloody from just a
few jabs and then did one huge and long bicep pose and asked me if I wanted
some. I shook my head and I could not what just happened. I said STOP this
fucking bullshit and TALK TO ME and I broke down and was crying as I said
this. Not sure why, out of fear and lord knows I was scared out of my mind,
maybe out of shock out of being punched or sheer anger since I was never
"bitch slapped" by anyone or realizing she really could ruin my life in mere
seconds!!!. She turned her back on me and told me to put on those black gloves
that are hanging on the wall and get into the ring so I can castrate you my
little bitch. I mean I was SO angry, incredulous at her behavior. I slipped on
my first pair of boxing gloves in my life and by the time I got into the ring
her little soaked top was off and she was pounding her gloves and telling me
how she was going to de-man me. FUCK YOU I yelled and walked towards her
angrier than I have ever been but uncomfortable in a ring, with gloves and
actually fighting anyone especially some older woman. I do not remember much
to be honest. I recall several jabs followed by some body shots that made my
body hot with pain and at one point feeling more pain in my body then I have
EVER experienced in my life as my head was laying on her shoulder. I remember
her telling me how weak I am and how strong and sexy she was and that I better
admit I was stronger or she would knock me out like shit. She pushed me off
her body and I was swaying back and forth and remember tasting my own blood
and seeing a foggy version of her, feeling retching pain on both sides of my
body and literally feeling my eyes swell shut. I remember her walking towards
me flexing her muscles leaving herself wide open but being scared to death and
seeing her pec muscles look gigantic to me. Last thing I remember was being in
the corner of the ring having my body beaten so badly I was literally unable
to speak and tell herwhat she demanded me to say which is she was stronger and
her telling me I better say it soon before I get knocked out like a piece of
shit. I could not speak!!!!! When I regained consciousness I was staring up at
her and some other woman and had no idea who she was. Then she began mothering
me and if I could have died than I would have been a happy man instead of
facing reality. She bent down and cradled me in her arms and asked me if I was
OK. I struggled to get out of her grip but couldn't and said I am not OK but
all she did was increase the force of her grasp. So I decided not to resist
and remain in that position until she got bored holding me and I remained
silent. She told me that I was a bad boy and she had to do this to teach me
who is who in our relationship. I thought, what relationship is that? When she
finally let me go and stood up next to this other woman I saw it was one of
those hot chicks that was my age. Great, more humiliation I thought. I got to
my knees and the younger one put her hand out to help me up but I ignored it
and stood up but was wobbly and they both grabbed me. She told me to sit down
and take it easy and I ignored her and held on to the ropes and steadied
myself. Taking deep breaths she came over and hugged me around my waste and it
hurt, my belly, my ribs, everywhere it hurt so I kind of elbowed her off me. I
turned to see them both smiling this knowing, evil smile and I said, you proud
of yourself? You beat up someone who never had a fight in his life, someone
who wished everyone well and never does a bad or mean thing to anyone. Happy
now? She walked towards me, still topless and I was so NOT turned on by her at
this point and stands in front of me and says, you know baby, this could have
been SO MUCH fucking worse, you could be riding in an ambulance right now. And
I said, you know what, it could have so much better too, you could have been
riding in my car right now as I showered you with flowers and love on our way
to dinner. That got her AND her friend and I walked out as she yelled DO NOT
drive in this condition. I turned and said, really? Worried about me are you?
And drove home and took the next 3 days off to nurse my wounds.

OVER THE NEXT 14 MONTHS I BECAME A SPY AND A FIGHTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me
explain. I was determined that this was not and I mean NOT going to be the
defining worst moment of my life. FUCK NO. Over the next 14 months I worked at
my job 50% of the time and got myself a former professional male boxer and I
went for it- ALL out the other 50% of the time. I hardly saw friends and
family, never went on a date, to a movie or a ballgame, missed a Superbowl
party , New Years eve and july 4th parties. I was 100% focused on becoming a
boxer. I knew it was unlikely I could beat someone like her who has decades of
experience but fuck if I cannot be a decent boxer and my target was those
women my age who were in her class. I ate boxing and drank boxing and shit
boxing 24/7 even at work I thought about it. I lost 14 pounds within 2 months
and ultimately gained those 14 back and 15 more in muscle. Not shithead I want
big muscles muscles but fighting muscle, strength. Went from a 34 waste to 32
and everywhere else there were extra inches from chest, calves and chest and
in between. At 6 feet and 1/2 an inch with 189 pounds of stamina I was doing
really well in sparring sessions with, mostly black and Hispanic guys. I
stopped my first guy after 8 months and knocked out my first that same month.
That was a high I had to repeat. Being a little too full of myself and not
listening to my trainer I got 3 standing 8 counts in my first tournament and
lost in the semi's after defeating 5 men ... AND IT STILL FELT GREAT!!!!!!!!!!
But lesson learned, listen to my trainer. I was oblivious to the world except
for work and boxing, that was my life. Meantime, she did call me a bunch and
eventually stopped. I saw her from a distance one day but ignored her and she
cursed at me and I flicked her off. I avoided the health club during the times
I knew she was teaching as I did use the place for lifting.
SPYING----------------- yes I mentioned that before. I spied on her class a
LOT and watched her teach and seriously watched my targets, the women my age
from her class. At my one year mark there was no doubt in my mind I can
fucking eat their shit and leave them for dead and that was the plan. Not
literally dead so nobody be a fucking dick, OK?

Since nobody has seen me around the club, meaning neither my target (those
women) or the big shot trainer slut, I was going to follow one of them out to
the parking lot and make sure I was wearing some baggy clothes so my new
physique was on the down low and offer her $5,000 to fight me in the ring at
MY gym, a grimy boxing gym on the other side of town. I knew the one I had in
mind would take the bait and she did , especially when I gave her the money
right there if she promised not to tell our beloved "instructor" whose name I
have not mentioned yet in this writing ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..her name
is Ivy. OK?

Like clockwork she showed up Sunday morning at 7AM as my trainer who was in on
it but did not approve of it opened the gym JUST for us. We agreed on 10
rounds, 2 minutes each, 10 oz gloves and no headgear with Jimmy, my trainer
keeping time and being the ref. She was VERY confident until I took off my
t-shirt and she saw a new me. Her face dropped and she said, what the hell
dude have you been lifting or taking roids or what? I said yeah a little but I
have been fucking sluts like you after I kick their flat chested asses. She
went bizerk with curses and Jimmy had to keep her away until we started our
fight. Long story short, she lasted 38 seconds into the third round before she
was out cold. I am not bragging that I KO'd some hot chick who was 130 pounds
but believe me it would have been reversed 14 months ago. As she was waking
up, she was only out like 15 seconds or so, I berated her and called her every
name in the book. Why? I built up a hate for her for sure but I wanted
everything to get back to Ivy but first I wanted to fight at least one more of
that crew of girls. And I let her know it by saying some really mean things.
As I was calling her every name in the book, a flat chested whore who I would
not even cum on, an obnoxious loser whose abs I beat in to her fucking back
and I was posing my muscles and acting like a supreme asshole and I knew it
and I knew she could not and would not do a damn fucking thing about it. She
left and I knew I was going to hear from one of her friends asap for the same
5k. But this time I said it is winner take all, no 5k in advance.

Sure as shit Leandra shows up on time 3 weeks later. This one is really hot,
not as hard looking at the first, but my spying said she was far better and
she had big tits too. She was 5'8 and 150 and had more experience with a
martial arts background. Very pretty girl. I was my usual obnoxious self and I
walked into the ring STOCK NAKED and put on my jock and shorts and stuff in
front of her. She was freaking out angry over that and telling me how she is
going to get revenge for what I did to her friends and thentake my money and
humiliate me.. I kept saying crazy stuff like after I KO you I may have you
suck my big cock or maybe I will just fuck your sister (she also boxes and was
a grand total of 19 years old) or maybe your cunt mother. I did not know where
this crazy shit came from but she was beside herself and could not wait to
fight me. Sadly for her she never made it to round 3, knocked out like the
slut shit she was, big tots and all, she fought me in anger instead of smart,
which I knew this airhead would do and it was mere target practice for me. I
left her in the ring waking up and groggy in the empty gym that smelled like
100 balck guys box and sweat there every day. Fuck her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

From there I needed a vacation and that's what I did for 10 days. Went to
Vermont with some buddies to drink and ski and relax and put an end to this
chapter. I did not want to fight again for the rest of my life. Not for me but
I had to do it

When I got back my voicemail was filled with messages from Ivy and none of
those messages were nice. Understand, it was NEVER like she took my manhood
and I never felt I had to prove to anyone that I was a man after what Ivy did
to me. I am much better than that. I trained to prove to myself I could do it,
period. Fighting guys in bars or over road rage? Please, so immature and
ridiculous, I have MUCH MORE self esteem than that. But I did know I had to
fight Ivy sooner or later and I knew, since I am realistic, optimistic but
realistic, that with all of her experience she could beat me but I knew it had
to happen. This was not going away.

So,it was arranged. Just me and her at the fancy health club, usual 10 oz, 3
minute rounds with her entire class to witness it all and I was fine with it.
What happened? She wore a black sportsbra and black trunks and black and white
boxing shoes and I too wore black boxing trunks. She looked a lot etter than I
did, lol.Well, I am happy to say that I dropped her 3x over 8 rounds and the
first time was with a sweet uppercut in round 2 that I really thought would
have KO'd her. It was flush and I had momentum but she survived. What I am not
so happy to report was that she beat me silly from rounds 3-8 and knocked me
out cold at 56 seconds of round 8. She had a black eye and was bruised and I
was worse off. But I thought I did damn good for having less than 2 years of
training VS her decades.

Epilogue""Ivy and I did eventually get together. After many a voicemail and
email, some very angry, we did meet for coffee a full month after she knocked
me out. I felt FAR more in control of things even though I knew we were on
different levels in terms of fighting. I made it very clear that I disposed of
those worthless pieces of slut shit bc I had to in order to move on. I told
Ivy, I knew you could likely beat me and big whoopi do, I could care less. I
know if it came down to it I could handle a lot of situations now and again,
BIG WHOOP, I do not care and I never will. I am NOT some macho ass who needs
to prove anything to anyone INCLUDING YOU, I told her. So, if you want to
fight me, fine, let's do it now and get it over with and then you go have a
happy life. If you want to take me back to your place and fuck me and use me
and dominate me then NO THANKS, no interest. Fact is I told her, we have a lot
in common and that does not include punching anyone, EVER.

That little speech took her aback, especially when I stood up and dropped some
$ on the table and walked out of the Starbucks, walking distance to our condos
and picked on purpose. I walked about 4 blocks when she ran up behind me and
grabbed my arm and told me she loved me. We are now married and expecting our
first child. Since getting together we have never had any kind of fight,
verbal or physical and live a great life together.