MMA
I just need to express how damn sexy it is to be thrown around in martial arts practice.
I think if more women knew what was going on in their local dojo, they'd be in there like squirrels on a nut farm.
First off, mostly guys are there, like everything I do; girls get cred just for showing up, and eyed without really being eyed, because that's not cool in that setting.
It's a fucking good workout. You sweat 'til your upper lip drips, and it hurts the next day, if you were doing it right.
Some of the guys have put a lot of time into their art and have strength, presence and confidence that's not immediately apparent but shows up on the mats. I always like learning to see more than first meets my eye.
And then, if you're doing any jiu jitsu, you're practicing some pretty close grappling that approximates hugging and sexual positions pret-ty closely. But you only need to watch one octagon round to figure that out.
Very, very hot, in that way that doing intimate things in a completely different context (like with strangers, and great respect, in public), is super hot.
For me, most of all, it's the power I feel in being picked up (embraced), and thrown (flipped on my back) and controlled (conquered). Meow. Just slightly better than being able to do the same to a man who's bigger and heavier than I am, with the right leverage. Butterfly guard...
Into full mount. Hell ya.



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