" Julie was wearing a tight-fitting black dress with a wide belt, fishnet stockings, and boots that reached to just below her knees." Julie was wearing a tight-fitting black dress with a wide belt, fishnet stockings, and boots that reached to just below her knees. They were fitted with dangerous stilettoes, a point I noted as she moved towards me. "There," she said, giving me a slap across my face, an action that was so quick that I was completely off-guard. Then I remembered that that was what I had done to her. Should I now butt her in her crotch? I moved at her and grabbed her by the waist, but she was quick and soon extricated herself, giving me a kick on my shin as she escaped my grip. Now the interesting thing to me was that when I grabbed her by the waist, I felt a great sexual desire for her, even though we were fighting and I could not afford to lose. I had never been so close to her for months. I suppose it was at that moment that I aimed to defeat her while at the same time allowing certain things to happen which would allow me some intimacy with her. For example, I would have loved to have been squeezed between her legs in a head-lock! But my thoughts distracted me, and I was suddenly on the floor with her on top of me and thumping me at the same time. There were no holds barred, it seemed, and as much as I liked being underneath her, it was not going to be possible to enjoy it. I arched my body, reached up to grab her hair, and overturned her. She fell on one side and for a moment I was on top of her as she sprawled. But what I didn't know at the time was that she had taken some wrestling training, and at one time had learned some karate. She was a much more formidable opponent than any woman I could imagine, as I was soon to find out. But there was, luckily, an interlude before my first major setback. The doorbell rang, and one of us had to answer it because of its persistence. I was expecting a parcel from the printers, so I decided I ought to to. "I'll go," I said to her briefly, as she relaxed in my grip. It was the postman and the parcel I had been waiting for. |