Trance
By Connor McCloud



comments welcomed at khengiskhan@hotmail.com

My husband's fetish with wrestling was always a pain in the ass. It affected
our marriage because he got so aroused with wrestling, he just wanted to
wrestle and never have sex, and I'm a horny little monkey, I'll be the first
to admit that. I wrestled with him, sometimes frequently, like twice a week,
sometimes not for weeks; it depended on all kinds of nonsense. To be honest,
it did turn me on to be physical and that close with him, but I was the one
with blue balls after he had an orgasm and I was left with nothing. To make
matters worse, I was better than him. He was bigger and stronger, well maybe
not stronger, that was debatable, but he was bigger for sure, but I was a much
better wrestler. I won a lot, way more than he did, but I didn't care about
that. Kevin never understood why I never cared about winning, or to be more
accurate, why after I beat him, I didn't talk about it or rub it in his face.
I simply told him that I expected to win; so beating him was no big deal.
Kevin never understood that I always knew I was physically and mentally
tougher than him, and I knew that way before the wrestling thing ever came up.
He has no memory, but I always remind him that when we first met, and I got to
know him, we were chatting about growing up and I told him that I had been in
a few fights. To make a long story short I basically told him that I thought I
could take him in a fight, and I was dead serious. He laughed at me, and he
never brought it up again, and neither did I, there was no reason to. It was
something I knew inside and it didn't matter if he believed that or not.

One day he called me to his "man-cave" in the basement and he showed me a
streaming video clip of two women wrestling. They were both in good shape and
they were wrestling hard, but sexually at the same time. I realized I was
getting horny watching this, but I didn't think too much about it. I continued
to watch as these two women wrestled, putting each other in scissor holds and
grapevines, forcing each other into submission. The match turned from just a
serious competition too more sexual as the match came to a conclusion, and one
woman straddled the other rubbing her pussy into the others face. I couldn't
turn away as the dominant blonde ordered the other to lick her pussy or she
would squeeze her head until it popped.

The sexuality of the match was incredible and I became so excited I told Kevin
I wanted to have sex, and I was so wet before he even touched me!

I watched these videos with him more frequently, and finally had to admit that
the sight of two women wrestling really turned me on. I didn't think I was
gay, at least I had never had thoughts about being with another woman, but
this seemed different. These women were fighting hard, trying to physically
dominate the other, forcing the other to submit to them completely. These
thoughts began to race through my head. I wanted to dominate another woman; I
wanted to force a woman to beg me to stop hurting her, but then what? Did I
want to kiss them? Force them to kiss me or lick me? Was I looking to make one
suck my pussy or give me an orgasm? The thoughts made me crazy. I began to
have a fantasy about putting a girl in a painful grapevine until she begged me
to stop. I made her beg more, and then made her lick my nipples, and kiss me
softly, as I kept her in that position, helpless to move. Then I began pushing
my crotch into hers until we were driving our pussies so hard into each other,
we climaxed and kissed passionately. I didn't know what to think, but knew I
wanted to make my dreams come true. There was a specific woman in my dreams, a
friend of mine that I knew from the health club and through work. She had
always intrigued me; she was different from most women.

Sandra was a free spirit; a dark haired woman that didn't really care what
people thought, but was very well liked and thought of. She was divorced now,
but was married for several years. I never asked her why she got divorced, but
she was only 27 now, so I figured maybe she got married to early and it just
didn't work out. Women have no problems talking about being sexy, unlike men
who would never talk about who was the sexiest guy around, that would be way
to gay for them. Sandra was very sexy, us girls knew it and told her when we
had girl talk that she oozed sexuality, and quite honestly, she knew it. With
my new fascination with wrestling with a woman dominating my thoughts, the
picture in my mind was always of Sandra. I didn't think it was that weird,
gay, or whatever to picture myself wrestling with someone I felt was very sexy
and getting aroused by it. At least that's what I tried to convince myself of.

I had no idea if my fantasy would ever become true, but I knew to make it
happen, I had to do something, it certainly wouldn't happen on its own. I saw
Sandra through work sometimes and we were friendly so we would always chat
about whatever. We were a little more than casual friends, but were not close
by any means. One day I saw her in a mini-skirt and noticed her legs were very
defined, sleek, and sexy. She had on heels, which made her calf muscles pop
out as she walked, and to my confusion, I realized I was checking her out like
most men who worked there. I turned away, my head swimming with thoughts of
being gay or maybe being bisexual, but Sandra saw me and came right over. I
was able to gain composure quickly and Sandra gave me a hug and we chatted
about her outfit.

"Your legs look great Sandy," I said.

"Thanks babe," she replied happily," I've been doing more work on them at the
gym. I talked with a trainer who told me to use more weights and it's been
working for me. You down there much?"

"Yeah, when I can," I replied," been doing some running recently."

"Why don't you come work out with me a little," Sandra said," we could
motivate each other and keep each other company. I go early in the mornings,
want to come sometime?"

"Sure, that's sounds good," I replied," I'll be down in the morning."

"Ok Sarah, see you there! We'll get pumped out!" she exclaimed, flexing her
bicep, which swelled up nicely, and she walked away.

I began to meet Sandra at the gym in the mornings, around 6am and we got into
a nice routine. We showed each other some workouts and different exercises;
Sandra seemed to focus more on her lower body, while I was stronger in the
upper body. We worked out together for three months or so and were really
becoming close friends. We were very close in height and weight, and we did
basically the same weights during our workouts. We looked great together and
every guy in there watched us as we worked out.

Two months later the weight work was showing results and we both looked great.
My thoughts of Sandra had been increasing and I didn't care if I was gay or
bisexual or whatever, I wanted to wrestle with her. I just didn't want to kiss
her, I wanted to prove my physical superiority over here and force her to
please me. Or maybe I wanted her to beat me, I didn't know. One day I decided
to ask her if she wanted to play racquetball instead of working out, and she
said she would love to. What happened then was simply amazing to me. We played
the most hard fought, most physical game of racquetball you could ever
imagine. Neither of us could stand the thought of losing to the other, and we
played with 100% intensity until she defeated me. When the match was over, she
held out her hand and shook my hand firmly, holding her grasp and smiling at
me.

"Great match hun, that could have gone either way," she said.

"Yeah, but it didn't" I laughed," I'll get you next time."

"Over my dead body, I hate losing," she said, never releasing my hand.

"So do I hun,"I replied," may the better woman win."

"Yes," she said softly," let the better woman win."

Our conversation was very sexual to nature to me, and that night when Kevin
was busy, I masturbated to the sweet thoughts of Sandra. I loved her look, her
demeanor, her incredible sexiness, but at the same time my thoughts were
focused on beating her, and making her submit to me. She had an openness that
made you feel close to her. It was almost like she was seducing you without
even trying. She was the whole package; smart, strong, aggressive, and
extremely competitive.

The next morning Kevin said he had to go away for a few nights for work. I
smiled when he told me, thinking that my fantasy might come true if I asked
Sandra to come over the house. I wasn't sure how I would ask, but knew that I
couldn't let the opportunity go by without trying. That morning at the gym, I
let it slip out that Kevin was going away for a few nights and I was happy to
have a few nights free to do something without him around. Sandra asked me if
I had plans and if I wanted to do something, which I quickly agreed to do. She
said she was free around 6pm and said she would call then to see what I wanted
to do.

I was so excited that day, I could barely work. I didn't know how to bring up
wrestling with her, but knew there had to be a way. I finally decided to ask
her to come back to the house for a drink, and then find a way to bring it up;
I decided to wing it really. She called me just before 6pm, and said she was
free to meet me for dinner or whatever I wanted to do. We decided to meet for
a light dinner and a few drinks and go from there.

We hugged when we met, and both told the other how good and sexy they looked,
and we did. We sat down and chatted easily for a long time about everything.
She told me about her divorce and why decided that marriage was not for her,
at least not with a jobless jerk. She talked about growing up on a farm and
working hard everyday, which created a strong work ethic, which she has always
maintained. With a few glasses of wine in us we started laughing and giggling
at each other as we told stories about growing up, marriage, or whatever.
Sandra was wearing a tank top like outfit, which showed off her arms, which
were looking better than ever. They were defined enough that when she moved
them her muscles danced and flexed, which caught my eye and I caught myself
staring at her bicep. Sandra noticed and she smiled at me, and then flexed her
arm for me. I turned away, totally embarrassed and horrified that I had blown
it. She laughed and reached over and grabbed my hand.

"What's wrong Sarah?" she said smiling,"there's no reason to turn all red
hun."

"Am I red?" I laughed," sorry Sandra, I just, noticed how great your arms
looked and I felt like I was in a trance staring at your muscles."

"Yeah hun, you had a trance thing going on," she giggled,"but's that ok
sweetie, I found myself looking at your body like that the other day. We just
admire the others body, nothing wrong with that."

Sandra made me feel so at ease, we talked more and had another drink. Our talk
turned to working out and how strong we were getting. We each said we had
never felt so in shape and we thanked the other for pushing so hard.

"It's almost like it's a competition," Sandra giggled," I hate the thought of
you lifting more than me, so I work harder to lift more than you. I'm way to
competitive sometimes."

"I feel the same," I replied," I've always been the same way. It's nice to
push the other to work hard, makes it fun. I know the other day you were doing
curls with a 50 pound bar so I grabbed the 55 just to see if I could do it,
and to lift more than you,"

Sandra laughed out loud," I saw that, and I knew why you were doing it. You
and I are a lot alike that's for sure. I took great joy in beating you in
racquetball, it would have killed me to lose."

"Tell me about it," I giggled," I'm still mad I lost. I'll beat you at
racquetball soon enough, or we can compete at something else." I didn't what I
meant by that, but with the wine in me, it just came out.

"I'll compete with you anytime hun, you're a worthy opponent," she said
smiling at me, and reaching over to hold my hand. I reached out my hand to
meet hers, and our hands met softly. We held hands for a minute, softly, then
with more force, feeling each others skin and absorbing the others strength.
Our hands pressed against the others and for a moment they were motionless in
a perfect harmony of strength against strength. Our eyes met, and Sandra
smiled warmly at me, but she continued to hold my hand and push. Our arms were
pressed against the table, so it was more of a rolling of the wrists motion,
but it was happening.

We stopped after a few minutes and let the moment pass by without words being
said. Sandra broke what could have been an uncomfortable silence quickly.

"So what do you want to do?" she asked,"hit another bar or go someplace else?
The night is young, and so are we!"

"Well," I said," we could go someplace for another drink, but I can't drink to
much, 3 is my limit before I get really silly."

"What's wrong with being silly!?" Sandra giggled. She walked over to the bar
and came back with two shots of something.

"Here's to our muscles!" she shouted, and we both put back our shots of what
was certainly whiskey of some kind. The whiskey made me feel warm inside, and
I relaxed from our hand holding incident, which had made me nervous.

"We could go back to my house and rent a movie or something," I said," with
Kevin gone we can make more drinks and watch TV or whatever."

"Ok,"she replied," that sounds good to me. Love to see your house!"

I felt like I had made a pass at her, and if I had, she had accepted it. It
didn't take long to get to my place, and I quickly showed her around and we
sat down to get comfy. Sandra was so funny, her honesty was so refreshing. If
she liked something at my house she told me, and we she didn't like it, well
that came right out as well. I poured us some wine and we walked around the
house talking about colors and decor, but it seemed like small talk, like we
both knew something else was up. It didn't take long for the outspoken Sandra
to break that ice. I sat down on the couch, and when Sandra moved in to sit
down, it was right next to me, and she turned to face me.

"So now what?" she said immediately.

"We can rent a movie or.." Sandra interrupted me.

"Sarah, I like honesty. You and I are very good friends, we should be honest
with each other. I feel like there's something else that you want to say or
maybe that you want to do. You know me, if I don't like what you're saying or
whatever I'll tell you. Now what's on your mind?" The 4 glasses of wine and
the shot of beer helped me say what I never could have said before.

"Sandra have you ever wrestled anyone before?" I asked.

"When I was a kid, I had older brothers and we wrestled around sure. I have
wrestled anyone recently though, why hun?"she asked.

"Can I show you something?" I asked and I immediately grabbed one of Kevin's
wrestling videos. Sandra giggled as I hurriedly popped the video in and tried
to get Kevin's super entertainment system working. I sat down next to Sandra
who reached over and held my hand, and I took hers and held it without
reservation.

Sandra watched as the two women in the tape wrestled together, almost forming
a ballet of moves and muscle as their bodies rolled and struggled for
dominance. A tight head scissor was brutally applied and without mercy one
woman demanded the other surrender to her, and when she tapped out, the woman
on the tape maintained her hold for a moment to punctuate her victory. Sandra
didn't speak as the two women began to sweat and strain harder as the match
became more heated and their desire for victory increased. At one point one
woman had the other in a tight stomach scissor and she went up on her elbow to
get leverage for more power. The girl pleaded for her to stop and eventually
the other released her, but not until she had begged for her to stop many
times. Sandra squeezed my hand as we watched together, and she seemed to be in
a trance watching the action. Towards the end of the tape, which was a shorter
video, but with great action, the blonde in the tape gets her opponent in a
tight choke hold/body scissor and grinds her hold until the girl in the hold
is almost in tears. Unable to speak because the hold is so tight she taps the
leg of the victor asking her to stop. The woman releases her hold, but when
she does, she straddles her and pins to the ground. She then slowly lowers
herself and the two kiss softly. The two say something, which I couldn't make
out, and then the two change positions until the winner is on her back and the
loser is between her legs licking the winner's pussy. While she is licking,
the winner puts the loser in a head scissor and tells her to "lick until I
tell you to stop".

The tape ended and I got up and turned the TV off. When I turned around Sandra
was standing there, and she moved close to me until we were only inches apart.

"So that's what you want?" Sandra asked.

"Yes," I replied," I know it's weird, but I have had this fantasy for months.
My fantasy is wrestling with you until complete exhaustion, and one of us is
the undisputed winner."

"And the loser must please the winner?" Sandra asked reaching out and feeling
my face," I didn't know you were into these kinds of things. I'm not, or I
never have before, but I'm very attracted to you Sarah, although I've been
fighting those feelings for a long time. The thought of wrestling with you is
very erotic to me, especially forcing the loser to lick or kiss you."

"The loser does whatever the winner tells them, because she will have no
choice. I've had this fantasy for months," I said feeling her hand, and
letting the booze carry my words from me," I don't know if I'm gay or bisexual
or what I am, but I find you so very sexy and beautiful. It's more than that
though. The thought of competing against you, naked, and wrestling you until
you submit to me, mind, body and soul is the most erotic thought I've ever
had."

"Your words give goose bumps Hun," Sandra smiled," but I feel the same. When
you're so tired and beaten you cannot stop me from doing whatever I want to
you, maybe you won't feel the same way. Have you considered that this is a
fight you can't win?"

"I have," I replied, without hesitation, and Sandra smiled," I know how strong
you are and how hard I'll have to fight to beat you. I know I'll feel pleasure
and pain from you. I know you well enough to know that you'll hurt me badly in
order to beat me, and that's what I want, 100% effort. When one of us wins I
want there to be no doubt who the winner is."

"You do know me well," Sandra said," and it's true. I'll try my hardest and do
things even though I know it's causing you pain, but it's for a reason, and I
know you understand that. I'm ready whenever you are, I'll get ready. So what
are the rules? Are there any?"

"I don't know. I was thinking about wrestling because of how close our bodies
are, but I never thought about any rules besides that," I answered not sure of
how to answer.

"Hmm, well I'll tell you what I think. If you really want to beat me hun, it's
gonna take more than wrestling. If I'm losing, and we're fighting I think
anything should be allowed. I think of it like this Sarah. I feel the same as
you, I do. I'm totally attracted to you, and the thought of being with you
makes me wild, but like you, the thoughts of competing with you like this are
almost more arousing. The real winner today should be the one who wants it so
badly they will do whatever it takes to win. The loser won't have the heart to
fight the other or the guts to keep going. You understand what I'm saying?"
Sandra asked, and she moved forward and kissed me passionately, pulling me
into her. We embraced there for several minutes kissing and touching each
other, feeling the others body and letting our tongues explore the others
mouth. Sandra stopped and stepped back.

"You're an amazing kisser, I knew you would be. I want to kiss you more, but
that will come later after I kick your ass," Sandra said calmly. She moved
back near the couch and started undressing. "We clear with the rules thing? I
say no rules, may the better woman win."

"Sort of," I responded," I agree with you, but I'll say this. You and I can
box some other time, this is wrestling. I wasn't looking for an all out brawl
Sandra, is that really what you want?"

"No, I guess you're right," Sandy said, now almost naked," we'll box next
week. This will be hard enough, so no punching or any of that girly stuff like
biting or pulling hair. Agreed."

"Ok, agreed."

We each got undressed, watching the other, trying to find a weakness or flaw.
Sandy was flawless, her body looked athletic and terribly sexy. Our bodies
were very similar, the only difference being her legs were a little thicker
and my upper body looked more muscular, but it was very close. The main
contrast was her dark hair and my blonde hair and lighter features. I felt
very nervous like I needed another drink, but I wanted to start, my fantasy
was so close. I walked over to Sandy and held out my hand, she took it and I
led her to the family room. We moved a table and slid a couch over until we
had plenty of room. We both sat down and started stretching out.

"I'm a little nervous," Sandra, laughed," not nervous about being with you,
just nervous about doing this. I think you're beautiful."

"Really?" I giggled," I think you are to. I'm ready, but nervous. Good luck."

"Good luck," Sandy smiled, crawling into a kneeling position and facing me.

To be continued.........