By Tasha Ravenscry
Samsonite like strength surged through my veins. the beginning of thrice-weekly practice was underway, late August heat sweating permiations had found themselves through the pores of my top. My fists pummeled,pounded again and again on the exersize bag. Soft and hard, soft and hard my mind trance like. Standing there I could envision the match's outcome.
Every time I sparred with the women at the gym my muscles never ached. Only adrenaline surged and lead to feelings of supreme excitement. It was never the same though, seeing as I had been competing for going on 4 years here. Not unmatched, but certainly a force to be reckoned with in most of the grrl's eyes.
Someone new stepped through the old colonial style building's doorway this afternoon. Gradual scanning of the space from herself and the patrons, she seemed unselfconscious. Aware. A momentary hush accompanied with all of the women turning about-face to observe the entrant. She was not like anyone I have ever really encountered here before.
Tall though built in a manner that could not be even remotely described as lean. Bronzed by sunlight, captured in a masculine posture that would have daunted most individuals save myself. Her face lead me to understand indeed she was female, and the slight curve underneath a large loose fitting tank top assisted in my further understanding that this tall beauty was indeed of my own favored gender.
Her uniqueness sparked interest in the back of my bustling boxer's mind. Without a word she walked to the bag roughly 8 feet from my own, and proceeded to wrap her wrists. Caught diligently in some thought process which accompanied a pre workout energy feed. This look I knew all too well. It comically reminded me of how I deal with such preparations.
After a good 20 more minutes my thighs were clenching in time to the music my headphones blasted. Uncannily aware she was observing me, and that the gym would soon be closed, I cocked an eyebrow in her direction and watched her smirk. Majority of the ladies had already left by then and after removing my headphones, I informed her that we had better head out. She just grinned.
Somehow this yet un - named woman managed to talk me into a one on one sparring match up in the box, which was amazing within itself. Typically I do not spar with someone gloved unless I have been well aware of their mannerism. After a friendship has been built over time as well. It's just a matter of ettiquette.
Her eyes clenched into my own. The tension was palpable, even with slight chuckles and laughter as we began this ritual dance. I recalled what Kathy Long had taught me, 4 years prior. She'd said this -when you meet someone you believe might be near your own skill level. To play yourself down for some time, lull them into believing they have the upper hand, then go for the appropriate dual combination. Triple if needed.
After two successive right hooks that sent my mouthpiece reeling, I instinctually upped the anti and took her down hard. Fast. Superbly beautiful in retrospect.
This woman lay on the ground seemingly motionless. My initial invigorated state of mind led me to think it was less time that what had really transpired. I removed my mouthpiece and gloves, stood rocking back and forth momentarily. Instead, I looked down and was suddenly concerned I might have dowsed her flames too quickly into the sparring match.
Bending down in hesitant concern for her well being, I placed one hand on her shoulder and exposed her face looking upward at my own. A luscious grin vehemently cascaded across her face and she reached up to me, with an unexpected exposed mouth. Her hands were no longer gloved.
We kissed suddenly there in the middle of the ring. It was like gorging fire with pure gasoline, the touching was not helping matters whatsoever. I could not fathom having ever kissed another well matched soul with such intensity. Such perpensity for possibilities.
Grabbing her forearm during this moment of trencherous invitation, I pulled her up to me. Led her into the locker room with the coy-est of possible smiles, my moisture covered form knowing nothing more than the endorphins in my bloodstream. The tension in my thighs and the creaming hunger in my mind.
Nameless one was disrobed by me impatiently. gorgeous Broad shoulder swelled into anticipatory breasts which flowed through her torso and revealed legs that held the amazon near me. Those eyes were one of the most awe inspiring portions of her -seemingly peering right through my strengths and ambitions. I was undressed and pert to the water's steam, muscular, curved before her very body.
When we both entered the shower stall .....still a bit cool from lack of temperature adjustment, she buckled for a second as the cold water slapped her nipple piercings. My mouth made sudden, certain confirmation that each of them were taken into account. Pressing her body onto the acrid coldness of the tiles, an incredible voracious need ran through my self.
I found the curve of her neck where it meets her collarbone. Kissed there. Bit there, pressed her strong female form against it ..gradually feeling the sway from her clench-release moans and rear musculature. She drove long eloquent fingers on my backside and shoulders, pleading with her body that words could never describe. Just as our dance before in the boxing ring, My motions were calculated to contain her, explore her. Please and ravish her.
part II
