Karate girl




There I was, feeling old at 41, 4 wonderful kids, ranging in age from 14 to
20, all girls, and me starting anew. Nothing dramatic happened, we just grew
apart since we were married for 22 years, most of which was excellent. I never
dated in my life since Owen was my first and only boyfriend so this was going
to be a challenge. Sports and eating right was always a mainstay of our lives.
We hiked, biked and lifted weights all the time, the girls were involved in
all kinds of sports and all was good. For my 30th birthday my husband enrolled
me in a local karate school as a gift and I was never so into any activity in
my life. I stand just 5'3'' and weigh just 111lbs at the time but I was and am
in great shape and loved the class. It was something I looked forward to each
week and increased it to 3x a week. The discipline was neat, the friendships
were beautiful and being a natural helped too. That was 11 years ago, a
novice, lol. Now 11 years later, I am a third degree blackbelt And super
proud!!! 125 lbs of muscle, competitive full contact fighter who has fought
and won in 4 different countries besides the United States and love this sport
as my 2 older daughters do as well. I have also become a ranked Crossfit
athlete winning last year's contest for my age and weight, Also terribly proud
of this too. That was a GREAT accomplishment and being in great shape most of
my life this was not as dramatic occurrence compared to being a national
ranked fighter. Nobody including me would have guessed that would have
happened to me.

My hubby never got into karate but supported me throughout. We had an
excellent sex life during our marriage but that escalated DRAMATICALLY as I
perfected my art. Surely my body changed a lot adding much needed muscle,
flexibility, weight and strength but it was more than that. As I progressed
thru the ranks I became a lot more confident, received a lot more attention
from our friends, they knew that I could kick or punch YES EVEN the MEN, into
a world of pain they could not fathom from the old little ol' me. They knew
this not only in the back of their minds as they saw my body become a beast, a
little beast but still a beast, but moreso when they saw me fight, then there
was NO as in NONE as in NO WAY could they deny it. Plus the crossfit training
that I am addicted to added just MOUNDS of enormous strength to my 125 lbs.
Seeing their friend in a ring, wearing gloves and shin protector's punching
and kicking other blackbelt women until they were unconscious, kicked out of
the ring (literally), bloody and battered and at times for 10 rounds, they
knew. I knew because their wives would tell me, not that I needed to hear
that, since I knew it as fact. In the bedroom my sexuality went thru the roof.
Not only did I require a LOT more sex, yes I typed REQUIRED, which Owen loved,
I became rather dominant which was uncharacteristic. At the beginning it was
soft stuff and came quite naturally. At first, I would grab his hand and roll
it over my body so he could feel each hard muscle (and remember, at my age,
this is all new stuff for me, always in shape but never muscular as I am now)
and I would talk about it as his hands moved all over my body and then
eventually I would do that and have him tell me what he was feeling as I
flexed and watched his face as he became enamored with it all. As he did I
would talk about my workouts, love doing this, and how much I lifted or how
many rounds I sparred and so in so tried to pick me up and how many people
stared at my new hard physique and how much respect I receive from EVERYONE in
the dojo, it was great. All of this was a MAJOR turn on for both of us!!!!! I
would do pushups for him and do some curling of weights that we kept in the
bedroom and always made sure I could do more of anything then him. He could
lift more (not by much!) but never do more than me and then I proved, pound
for pound, that I was stronger than him and that was a major turning point for
us. Hearing him admit that with a red face and a sheepish smile was dramatic
for me, for us. I was ALWAYS able to do more push-ups and pull-ups and dips,
hands down. Yes, I was curling 20 pound dumbbells and he was doing 35 but
since I weighed less than his 180 lbs, pound for pound it was ME who was
stronger. Plus, even though we never spoke about fighting each other per se, I
knew I could eat his lunch in a fight, which we inched into over time. By the
end of the day, as they say, he was NEVER on top, rarely the aggressor and did
things I never thought I would ask him to do and never dreamed he would do.
The sex was great for me and of course for him too, he was very obedient and
pleasing in the bedroom. However, this had little if anything to do with our
eventual breakup. The breakup was simply due to boredom and it was time to
move on and we did so maturely and equitably and remain friends and sometimes
we are friends with benefits!

In terms of us fighting it was something that was inevitable. As much as I was
damn good as a fighter, there is no question I am a non-violent person. I have
NO desire, ever, to beat up some chick ANYWHERE but the ring. I loved him and
still do so beating him up was not on my bucket list but still knew I had to
do this. It started in our basement one evening while I was stretching and
just practicing my moves. I would always do that sought of thing, dressed in
simple workout gear and had the music blaring and everyone knew to leave me
alone for a while. This one night he came down and before you knew it we were
on the floor making love as I was sweating all over him. It was great and we
never could take our hands off each other. It's all about chemistry When we
were both getting dressed he said " do you think you could really fight me off
if I attacked you?" At this time I was a 1st degree blackbelt and had a 10-2
record in full contact karate with 4 knockouts and I suffered, admittedly, two
knockout losses and those were my first two fights. So after enduring 2
knockouts in my first two fights I stuck with it and ran off 10 consecutive
wins and three titles!!!! Very proud of this fact too. I was taken aback by
his question and frankly was insulted. So right there and then I knew it was
time to start beating him. It was simple and straight forward and I just stood
there and said, and neither of us will ever forget these words and still kid
around about it, I said "c'mon fucker let's see what kind of man I fuck" (so
out of character for me lol) and He came at me but could not get very close
with his first attempt as I swept his legs out and he was on his ass in a
second. He got up and tried again and this time I kicked him pretty hard on
the side of his knee and down again he went rubbing his knee cap. This time he
got up a little slower but tried again and I greeted him with a kick to his
solar plexus and down again but this time hurting even more and believe me I
was taking it easy on him. It was a pretty hard kick I admit. I was goofing
around with him calling him a pussy and such but I was turned on and not only
because beating him with such ease was hot but because HE is hot and always
turned me on. Now he gets up and gets in his version of a fighting stance and
takes off his shirt to show me his delicious body so I took off my top and was
fighting him in my bra and shorts. I went with it and circled him as if this
was a real fight. There was no way I was going to punch my husband and believe
me there were openings I could have driven a truck through but I did not want
to hurt my own hands or break any bones in his face which I knew I was very
capable of doing at this point in my career. So I circled him and he was
throwing some punches that were easily a foot off his target-me! So I was
goofing on him and remember we just finished making love on the floor and I
decided to scare him a little and went for a high kick that was meant to graze
him but it landed a little more than a graze and he stood there clearly dizzy
on his feet and I immediately grabbed him before he fell. We stood there for a
good 30 seconds as I had him in a bear hug to protect him from falling and I
felt badly too. As he regained his composure he starts to wrestle with me and
struggles to get out of this embarrassing hold after being manhandled by his
wife. I was not going to let him dominate me, no way, so I picked him off his
feet and threw him to the ground with stunning ease and he landed on his side
and bounced off the carpeted floor. There was a shot of sexual electricity
that went through me as I held him up after virtually knocking him out and
again, feeling TOTALLY dominant and strong as I threw him to the ground. A few
years ago there was no shot of me being able to do that and now I could fuck
him up with my fists, feet and strength and NO DOUBT I loved it!!!It was not
only a reflection of my fighting ability but clearly displayed how strong I
was. He was stunned like I never saw before as he looked up at me in fear, yes
his eyes were screaming fear and after 22 years of marriage I knew this man
very well. I told him to stay EXACTLY WHERE HE WAS AND DO NOT MOVE, and he
did. I bent down and it was time to have an honest talk about who is who here.
We spoke for a good hour and he accepted his plight and understood that I
could, for real now, kill him if I wanted to even though, quite obviously that
was just based on my skills and not my desires. His hands never left some part
of my body and I was ready to jump his bones again, making love to him was
still great after all of these years. I told him to take off my bra and lick
my sweaty body like a dog and he did exactly as he was told. It was rather
cool showing off "the goods". This was the first time I really dominated him
in love making and obviously the first time I ever kicked his ass. I rode him
and spoke to him like never before although this was just the beginning.
Having him worship me all over and take my commands instead of the other way
around made all of the working out worth it. The man is a stud and can go all
day which is exactly what I needed back then. Like I said, we are divorced but
still friends and still "friends with benefits and a great and involved Dad.
He is a VERY good, moral, man

I dated here and there, mostly guys from the gym and a few from the dojo. It
was strange dating men from the dojo since none were ranked as high as me and
only 2 of them fought full contact. Fact is I had a hard time dating guys
that, frankly, I could beat the living daylights out of and were always
talking about me, my fighting and crossfit training. Coincidentally, I was
dating guys who were closer to or exactly the same age as my oldest daughter!
That was a trip I have to say but I did learn one thing, I liked younger guys.
I knew I had to get over dating guys that I could beat up and was physically
stronger than.

And that leads me to "the punchline" of the young man I am dating steady now
and lives in my house. I first saw Ryan while shopping in the local mall. He
was sitting in the food court reading a text book and I had a hard time taking
my eyes off him as I sat a few seats away. He had this thick head of dark
hair, wore it on the long side, beautiful brown eyes and there was that
"something" that I found hot. When he finally stood up I felt that tingling in
my body, you know what I mean. He was tall and well built and wearing that
green tight polo shirt and jeans I swear I could eat him up. My first thought
was this guy looks PERFECT for my older daughter and then I became very
selfish. My oldest was now a brown belt and honestly the good Lord blessed her
with an amazing body and work ethic. Ellen could model bikinis or anything
else she wanted. She also is a straight A student and will be a world champion
fighter someday soon and before you ask, yes I could whip her ass ... ... .for
now at least and I know this will change someday. Where I had my perky B cups,
she was an incredible full and robust C cup, beautiful young lady and being a
brown belt with two full contact fights, winning both via knockout with these
long legs, the girl was assaulted with men, day and night. SO I thought, this
one is mine, lol. That day I was wearing a simple fitted tank top, jeans and
heals and I knew I was hot and had it all going on. Trying to guess his age
was the next thing so I did something that was new to me, I was going to make
my move and pick HIM up. Since my divorce I dated a lot and slept with 9
different guys over that year and a half plus I still slept with Owen from
time to time but never felt fulfilled. Owen became too submissive and the
other guys were OK but nothing more, just missing some spark. I walked right
up to him and introduced myself and shook his hand. He was taken aback and
liked his big hand and good grip. All I can tell you we started talking at 2PM
and did not stop until 5PM and really had fun and laughed a lot. He was a 24
year old, never married young stud, who was studying for his PH.D to become a
psychologist. Personally, I had my Associates degree and then started popping
out babies and raising a family.

Our first date was so relaxed and casual it felt like we knew each other
forever. He was fine with the age difference, VERY intelligent, thoughtful and
sexy. We had a lot of the same interests and yes, certainly there were times
when the age difference was depressingly obvious. But for 95% of the time it
was terrific. The date ended in his car in my driveway as we made out and felt
each other's bodies for a good thirty minutes. Besides being a great kisser,
he had a wonderful hardbody and what felt like a large rock hard 24 year-old
penis that I looked forward to playing with someday. I totally wanted to drag
Ryan into the house and fuck him hard, since I am always horny, but between
the girls being home and this being the first date, it never happened. I did
call Owen as soon as my young stud left to fill that void,and like I said
"friends with benefits" and took my sexual frustration out on him and it was
outrageous I have to say. I was careful as to when I should mention to Ryan
about my fighting just in case he got weird about that, which I could
understand. To break him in slowly I invited him to the crossfit gym where I
put him through the ringer. I knew anyone would be intimidated and blown away
with all that goes on there and he did fine. I purposely wore my sexiest
sports bra and shorts to showoff my hard bod that measured 35b-25-34. And did
a lot of flirting with him as I rubbed my body and hands against him as often
as possible. The sexual tension was palpable.

After an intense workout I invited myself to his little albeit well appointed
apartment that was just a few miles from my home. As expected it did not take
long to be stark naked and making VERY aggressive and fun love to him. I was
also cautious not to display too much strength and power and not be my usual
ultra aggressive with him. Again, no need to scare the boy off. We started
there at about 1PM and next thing I looked up it was 7:15PM. We screwed 2x, I
gave him oral and him me and we showered together during that time. He was
really really good in bed for a young man. Like I said, the boy is a masterful
kisser and very much took care of me and paid the right amount attention to
all the correct bodyparts. The only thing I did that was wrong was taking too
much control of him when it was time for him to eat me out, I knew it when I
was doing it but the feeling just took over. I pretty much grabbed his hand
and placed it where I wanted it, and he naturally resisted but, well, he was
not strong enough and then I maneuvered his mouth in the exact spot I wanted
it and did so more roughly than he expected. We spoke about it a little
afterwards as he called me his little fireplug and respected my muscular body
enough to make me happy.

Over the next 3 month's we became very close. I slept there at least one night
a week and on weekends when Owen had the kids I stayed with Ryan. We were
having a lot of fun and were getting very close. This relationship was far
more than sexual, it was meaningful in a spiritual way. Yes, the sex was
spectacular as he unveiled the inner him by truly acting like the stud I saw
in him from day one. I was still hesitant, but not in a huge way, of telling
him about my competitive fighting but really had no choice. Why? Because I had
a fight within 38 days and my training had to go to the next level. Among
other things, no more weight lifting, a lot more aerobics and of course the
kickboxing. At first I just made some excuses that I was tied up and could not
see him till such n' such a time instead of earlier and then I decided I had
to come clean. I felt comfortable since I was falling for him and I know he
had deep feelings for me. I came into his apartment after a long and strenuous
workout, showered and had a massage too. I walked into his apartment, dropped
my gym bag, took off my sportsbra and stood there topless and dumped out my
kickboxing gloves and gi on the floor. We stood there in silence as I took a
few deep breaths and he walked over and we kissed, those passionate, super hot
kisses that only we did, something I never experienced before. As always all I
wanted was to fuck him long and hard but I resisted and pointed to the mess on
the floor. He asked me what was going on and I told him, I spoke fast but I
told him as we stood there in heat! I said, listen, I am a third degree black
belt and I fight full contact competitively and have been doing so for a long
time and I just looked up at him. More silence as he processed everything and
he began to repeat, like most people do. So you are a professional kickboxer,
huh, really? Third degree black belt, for real, seriously? Ah, so you can kick
my ass? I looked at him and did not want to answer that question knowing all
too well the answer and just said, look I am highly trained, respected, in
"fighting shape" and yes I can take of myself and gave him a look that should
have said, really dude, what do you think?. More silence. OK I said, let's try
this as we stood there with his raging hard-on, me topless and my nipples so
hard they could cut glass and said, try to punch me in my stomach. He was
incredulous, shook his head and repeated, you want me to do what? So, taking
the bull by the horns I reached out with a soft jab and punched him in his
abs!! Nothing close to hard but simply to illustrate the point. He was punched
so fast he did not even have time to process it at first. I said, OK your turn
... .but he just stood there so I punched him again but this time a little
harder to wake him up. His eyes were wide and he said OK OK OK , as he towered
over me. He threw his version of a punch and I blocked it, I said, OK baby,
try again and he threw a punch and I blocked it. Without a word I threw TWO,
both landed and a drop harder and he made that oomph sound. So he tried again
and I blocked it again and yes I knew this was not fair but trying to make him
understand. So he threw another and harder and I blocked that one too. Now I
threw one to his belly and gently slapped his face and said c'mon big guy let
me see what ya' got and laughed. Meantime I was so wet I was DYING to fuck his
head off, ha ha. He was frustrated but still had the gigantic erection and I
was pondering if I was going to fuck him, suck that big boner that I LOVED
DOING, or give him a handjob as we both looked at my biceps. He tried a few
more times but each time I blocked it and the last time he tried I threw a
pretty hard shot to his belly and several slaps to his face. He backed up a
lot and said WTF are you doing? Yet, still had that delicious erection
throbbing away. He never curses nor do I accept in bed where I can curse a
lot! LOL. I had my hands down and said, baby, I am a THIRD degree blackbelt,
like I said and I just wanted to show you how capable I am. Now come over here
and let mommy show you what else I am good at. I have to say, I was beginning
to love him, and we made love in such a passionate way it was memorable.
Feeling strong is a great feeling and showing my young stud that I am not only
fit as hell but can fight!!! Naturally, as I was in the middle of training I
was in top shape. I know I could tear him apart if I wanted to, so what, I was
a trained and experienced athlete and he was just a young handsome and bright
man. There was no contest nor should there be. I also knew if this
relationship continued there would be a point I would have to give him a
beating, just the way it is, but not for now.

The entire family came to watch me fight and a bunch of friends. It was an
important fight against a woman who knocked me out in my second fight and it
was for the North American Title, which I currently held. Aleesha was 31 years
old, 2 inches taller than me and a 2nd degree blackbelt. The fight went a full
12 rounds and I lost by decision and was pretty beaten up. The decision was a
correct one as she dominated the last 3 rounds and knocked me down twice early
on. Truthfully, there were several times I had to hold on or suffer another
knockout so I was happy to be standing at the end but still upset I lost but
like I said, it was fair decision. I was not happy but far from devastated and
everyone was super nice afterwards but nobody more than Ryan. He was just
awesome in the hotel room afterwards, tending to my every need, which really
meant ordering massages, ice, showering me and being his lovely self. This
showed me a lot but it is also what I expected and our love grew from there.

Three months later it was time, nothing formal but it just was time to do this
and get this debacle over with. Time for the inevitable beating for a man I
was ready to move into my house and possibly marry. This may sound strange to
you but not to fighters, just the course we take. He was fully aware and he
did his best to prepare but we both knew it was going to be one sided. I
planned it around a vacation and his school program and studies. I planned the
fight for a specific Sunday night at the dojo since I had the keys and I
figured I would win and he would possibly be bruised so I had a hotel room for
us for 5 days afterwards and then the next Sunday we were scheduled to go to
St. Thomas for a weeks' vacation. The time was 8PM, the place emptied out and
I locked the door when Ryan arrived at 9PM I had everything ready. It was a
little weird but I knew it would be. I had everything ready for him, gloves,
athletic supporter, mouthguard, etc. He wore blue silky shorts I bought for
him and shirtless of course and I wore red shorts, red sportbra, 8 oz. gloves,
etc. We stood in the ring, his first time in a ring pretty much and he looked
nervous and I knew what was going to happen and I too was a little nervous but
for different reasons of course. I was going to give him a good beating but
did not want to beat him too badly where he would leave me, I did love him
afterall. We had an automatic timer and I reminded him about the 2 minute
rounds and one minute breaks and there was nobody but us there so I put a few
waters in each corner. I stood in the opposite corner doing my thing and asked
him if he was ready and he said yes so I hit the timer. Gulp! Ha ha. We
studied each other carefully, I knew my nipples were hard and harder the more
he stared at them. I kept taking deep breaths for no other reason to
intimidate him because each time I did my well developed pecs stuck out and he
was able to see more muscle and I know he loved that. I am not one to pose in
muscle poses very much, unless in private in the bedroom but I did at the
other end of the ring, just so I can keep the intimidation going and watch
that little tinge of fear in his eyes. I was 100% confident knowing I was
going to beat him up.

We walked towards each other and touched gloves and he was pretty aggressive
at first, not effective at all just aggressive. I caught all of his punches on
my gloves and arms and his kicks were useless. I let him do his thing for
about 25 seconds and started landing blows to his sides and his arms as my
goal was to soften him up, make it so his arms felt like they weighed 100
pounds each and then beat him into submission. So during that first round I
was ripping up his midsection and kicking him in his arms until the timer
clicked the 10-second sound when I made my way in and landed a very strong but
not my strongest uppercut and saw his eyes roll back as he leaned against the
ropes but I did not pursue him. A KO this early was not the plan. When the
bell rang he stayed where he was against the ropes since he was a little out
of it and eventually went to the corner keeping his gloved hand on the ropes
for balance where he rested. I stared at him and still felt bad for the young
man but knew we had to do this, he understand our roles. He is so fucking hot
I cannot take it sometimes. I could only imagine what was going through his
mind since in just 2 minutes he got a beat down and easily could have been
knocked out cold, he was smart and he knew it.

Rd 2- He was very hesitant and looked frightened so I took a step back and
asked him if he wanted to continue. He nodded his head so I continued. He was
the aggressor again but much more timid this time. As he "stalked" me I began
kicking him at will, it was terribly easy and I was not going full throttle. I
kicked him in his legs several times, a straight high kick to his cute face
that snapped his neck back and gave him a bloody nose but knew I did not break
it and as he was retreating a left and right kick to his ribs. The boy was
hurting so I decided to move in and punch him up, as we say, a little to his
face. Any more kicks could have really hurt him and I did not want this to end
with a trip to a hospital for him. By the end of the round he was pretty much
done, had what was going to be a very purple eye, swollen lips and his body
was going to ache for a few days. The round ended with my head on his chest
and he was holding on for dear life as I softly pummeled his mid-section. When
the buzzer sounded he stopped holding me and I looked up at him and patted him
on his butt and said, good job. We both knew I was lying and wow he was
looking bad. I walked across the ring and let my arms straddle the top rope
and he stayed in his corner and stared at me the whole time. I was obnoxious I
admit since I was flexing my abs and slightly shaking my butt.

Rd 3- I really had to end this soon I thought. He was getting a beating, very
lopsided, I made my point I am sure, respected that he did not throw in the
towel and I was tired of going 1/2 speed at this point. I do get bored easily.
So when the timer went off I again asked if he wanted to continue and added, I
am sorry for beating you to a pulp baby but we really can stop this now. He
had tears in his eyes which was breaking my heart but made a motion with his
gloves to fight on. He is SO hot!!! Begrudgingly, I moved forward. He tried
some awkward kicks that were meaningless and on the last one I just caught his
leg and pushed him into the ropes which had to make him feel that fighting me
was useless as it was. Then he got angry and really came at me throwing wild
looping punches all of which I saw from 100 miles away and could have really
embarrassed him but instead I just ducked or absorbed some on my gloves. It
was really nothing from nothing. Then, and I swear it was not part of any plan
or anything like that, it was really dumb but I did it- I did a reverse
spinning back fist punch that landed flush on the jaw and he fell back, all in
one motion with his hands up like someone said- STICK EM UP- unconscious on
his back. I have to say that when that punch landed in an empty gym it made a
LOUD cracking sound that was noteworthy, for me at least, ha ha ha. I felt
nothing when it connected and have landed that punch just three times in my
life but against him, I mean, it was easy, very easy to do. He never saw it
coming, probably never even heard of it and he was out before he hit the
canvas. He had some freaky muscle twitches as I immediately took off my gloves
and removed his mouthpiece. This was not good I thought as he layed there so
peacefully with his handsome bruised face. I looked at him, a young man I
loved, his face was bruised, marks on his ribs and legs and within 5 minutes
or so he was knocked out by his girlfriend. I was not proud in the least, I
knew I could have done far worse to him as ANY person with my training could
have. I was stroking my hands through his hair waiting for him to come back to
me and praying he would not be too humiliated or angry. I studied his
delicious and young body and could not wait to get my hands on him and fuck
his brains out, over and over again!!! I was thrilled to see his eyes flicker
open and stare at me trying to figure out what just happened. I know, I have
been there. I started talking softly to him, asking him if he was OK and how
proud I am that he had the balls to do this giving him more time to wrap his
mind around everything. When he asked me, and he did so sweetly, " babe, did
you just ... ... .pause ... ... knock me out?" I just smiled and he said "My
god you are amazing" and then AH, he said "everything hurts" and we both
laughed but he was in a lot of pain. I made sure he stayed in that position
until all the pain I knew he was going to feel began radiating through his
fabulously sexy body. Seeing that pain in his eyes made me feel like shit but
I knew it was going to happen as he did but reality is a little different. I
decided to take my top off as I sat next to him so he can enjoy the splendor
of my hard, fit and yes, lethal body and a body he loved as much as me. His
hands went to play with my hard nipples and I smiled down at him as he
complimented me, as he always does and then I knew he was OK with his beating.
He told me how impressed he was with my abilities and other things I prefer to
keep private. I kept one hand on his chest as he spoke.

Thankfully, after a good hour I had him up and showered and 75% back to
himself. I gave him a blowjob as he was lying on the mat after the beating and
then again in the shower another one and did everything I could for him to
maintain his manhood. Seeing his body bruised stunk and in the shower he kept
kissing my fists and telling me how "awesome" I am but like I said, anyone
with my training could have done what I did to him. He was smart enough and
aware enough to accept what happened and understand it all. I was worried, no
question and am glad he is such a smart young man, one of the many reasons I
love him. We stayed for the 5 days in the hotel and did not leave the room for
the first two days since his face was, well rather swollen and not so hot
looking. I took care of him in every way you can imagine and then some and,
like we always do, we spoke a lot about what happened and exactly who we are
in this relationship. We both agreed and understood, he is a man and NO DOUBT
about that and the fact that I beat him to a pulp, have more defined muscles
and am physically superior is something we both intellectually understand and
accept. I would never flaunt it in his face, why would I, and he is secure
enough to understand his role. The most likely place this role reversal, if
you will, comes up will be in the bedroom and he has been fine with it so far.
Sex has always been a staple and mainstay of my life, always! However, over
the past 10 years or so my needs have grown and now I have a man who can truly
satisfy me, like a real man can.

The vacation was super, we talked a lot more about what happened, we had more
sex in that week then any MONTH that I ever lived. We are both always so horny
for one another but he took it to a level that I never knew existed before.
When I tell my friends how many orgasms we each had every single day they do
not believe it (even though that is just an expression, of course they believe
me) it was just insane. He encourages me to flex my muscles for him and loves
when I lift or do pushups or shadow box, a more supportive man does not exist.
He showers me with love and praise all the time and he is just adorable. He
appreciates the fact that I wear the pants, so to speak, he appreciates all of
the strength and power I bring into the bedroom and I appreciate everything
about him and am 100% comfortable knowing it is me who can defend him, it is
me who is the physically stronger and it is me who is older, it is me who can
blast his ass to kingdom come with either hand or foot for that matter, it is
me who has far more defined and even (soon) bigger muscles. He lives with me
and the girls now and I hope to even marry him someday, who knows? I pray this
relationship lasts and flourishes.