About the Author
As long as I can remember, I have been a trib and sexfight fan. And after reading many of them, I decided to start writing some of my own.
As a reader, I prefer to read about sexfights between two consenting adults – with a lot of tribbing action and a lot of trash talk. The stories I enjoy have a nice plot, clever/humorous dialogue, a building erotic tension between the women who maintain prime roles, and – if possible, a twist. With all that being said, I am for hot, well-written sexfights, regardless of whether they are friendly or not. Though, the friendly sexfights are my cup of tea.
You see, in a friendly sexfight, there is no real rivalry between the two women. The two women may be lovers, friends, neighbors, colleagues, or even two women who just met who feel an erotic tension building between them. Such women find a reason to consider themselves rivals, not a real reason, but just one that allows for their rivalry to grow. They use it in order to share some wild fucking moments together because of the heat of their contest. During their attempts at oufucking each other, they feel a certain passion that excites them. Their real feelings for each other (loving, friendly, tender feelings, whatever) return after the end of their sexfight match, and their “rivalry” is gone until their next sexfight.
As a writer, I prefer to write about anything that excites me. So… now that you have read my preferences as a reader, you have an idea as to what my stories are about and how they build. Not always, but often.
I love feedback and am open to criticism, as long as it isn’t offensive.
- Two women making love and two women to fucking each other’s brain out are two different things!
- A sexfight has to do with wild fucking (mostly trib) whether it is a friendly sexfight or not.
- A sexfight is (should be) a synonym for “competitive trib”.
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“And if I win…?”
“IF you win, your son will win be the fifth from his class who will travel to Europe. It’s a promise. I don’t want to do anything that makes you happy, but I have nothing against your son and I always keep my promises. Now bitch, did you heard enough to lock this door or are you afraid of the woman who stole your husband? A chicken even after all your clucking.”
“YOU are my whore now! You are at my mercy!” Alice murmured stopping for a while. “Say it!”
“YES ! I AM YOUR WHORE NOW!” Mona cried as she bucked her hips against Alice’s face.
“DON’T STOP! I’M CLOSE!” she cried feeling Alice’s mouth and tongue attack her pussy again like a hungry wild animal. “I AM FUCKING CLOSE!”