Interview With A Sexfighter (1/3,FF,Sexfight)

When On Our Backs, the lesbian magazine, sent me to
interview Tara Williams (not her real name), I didn't
know what to expect.  All I knew was that she was one
of the growing numbers of lesbian and bisexual women
who have explored the fetish of sexfighting.  From
what I could gather, sexfighting is a form of erotic
combat.  It's rare, but not all that uncommon.  But
I've apparently led a sheltered life, and I didn't
personally know anyone who was into the scene.

I met Tara at her San Francisco apartment.  Tara is a
beautiful 35-year old brunette, with heavy waves of
thick hair that descend to her waist.  She is tall,
about five-ten, and weighs 145 pounds.  One could
describe her as voluptuous, with a heavy firm bosom,
long well-shaped legs, and a curvaceous rear end.  She
has dark eyes and a strong nose.  Her face has strong
features, but is definitely feminine.  She was wearing
a long dark gray dress, and was barefoot.

Tara is a Web architect by trade, working
independently with many well-known firms in Bay area.
We began the interview over cups of strong coffee.

Q:  How would you describe your sexual orientation?
A:  (Laughs) I'm strongly oriented towards sex.  I'm
bisexual, with a strong leaning towards women.  I have
had some relationships with men, but I find more
emotional rewards with a girl.

Q:  Would you describe what sexfighting is?
A:  It's a lot of fun! (Laughs)  Okay, sexfighting,
baldly put, is wrestling or fighting with a woman
where the goal is to make the other woman orgasm
first, or to wear her out sexually.  It has other
names, such as erotic wrestling, erotic combat,
fuckfighting, and so on.  It might be a considered as
a subset of the S&M scene, but I think it's so unique
it deserves it's own category.  A lot of the women I
sexfight with believe so.

Q:  I've heard that catfights also figure into this.
A:  Sometimes.  I've done some very intense sexfights
that involve a more aggressive scenario, with the
slapping and hair-pulling.  Titfights are another
thing I've gotten into.  As a rule, the rougher stuff
is not indulged in as often as the more friendly
competition.

Q:  So, how did you get into this in the first place.
A:  Well, when I was at Berkeley, I had a roommate who
was very athletic.   She wasn't a lesbian or bi, but
she knew that I was.  But she had some friends that
were lesbians and very athletic.  She introduced me to
them.  They swam, played tennis, and wrestled.

Q:  Where did they wrestle?
A:  Usually in the dorm rooms.  They'd set up some
exercise mats wherever they could (not much room, of
course) and practice wrestling holds.

Q:  And this is where it started?
A:  Not at first.  Usually, the wrestling was straight
submission style.  The girls wore one-piece bathing
suits, or leotards.  I enjoyed the competition.
Strength and skill, pitted against each other,
one-on-one.  I got to be pretty good at it.  I'm a
bigger girl than average, and I'm pretty strong.
Anyway, sex was something that occurred outside of
wrestling.  Mostly.

Q: So how did it begin.
A:  I was in my room wrestling this one chick I hadn't
wrestled before.  She was a tall blonde thing, short
hair, nice body.  I knew she was a lesbian, but like I
said, this was athletic competition.  After I had
pinned her underneath one time, she tapped out.  While
we were resting, she mentioned, kind of nervously, if
I was interested in trying something new.  So I said,
what do you have in mind?

She said, Do you want to wrestle naked?

I looked her over.  Now, all the body contact, all the
rubbing and pressing, can get to you.  I did feel a
little horny.  Why not combine some fun with the
exercise?  So I said, sure.

She started to peel off her bathing suit.  I matched
her, move for move.  Soon, we're facing each other on
the mat, on our knees.  She had a trimmed bush, and it
was proof that she was a real blonde.  My pussy hair
is always kind of thick.

We grabbed each other's shoulders.  Soon, we're
pressed together, tit to tit and belly to belly.  I'm
really starting to get turned on.  Anyway, she gets me
off balance, and she pins me.  Our breasts have
squashed together.  I can feel her nipples, very hard,
pressing into my tits.  Her crotch is right against
mine.  She moves her hips up, and brings them down.
Her pussy hits mine, and it's fucking great!  Soon,
were bouncing up against each other, our clits are
touching, and it becomes a contest to see who's going
to come first.

Like I said, I'm fairly strong.  I worked my arm up to
her shoulders and shoved really hard.  Quick as a
flash, she's on her back, and I pin her.  I shoved her
legs apart, and I started humping her.   She tries to
push me off, but I keep holding her down.  She opened
her mouth and yelled, and her hips shook underneath
me.  She came, and then I came.  It was intense!  I
sort of laid on top of her, then I kissed her on the
mouth and got up.  About twenty minutes later, we did
it again, only she got me off first, using three
fingers and her mouth.

Q:  Wow!
A:  Indeed, wow.

Q:  So that started the whole thing.
A:  Yes, it did.  I found out about the women who were
into that.  I started meeting some of them and we'd do
sexfights at their apartments or houses.

Q:  I imagine discretion was important.
A:  Absolutely.  Look, when you start to get on the
fringes of the sexual arena, nutcases abound.  You
have to be careful.  Plus, a lot of women were
involved with other partners who did not share their
fetish, and there were a few married women.

Q:  I know that the catfight thing is a fetish for men
as well.  Does that apply to sexfighting?
A:  You bet.  Most of the stuff on the Web is oriented
towards men, although a few women are active.  You're
going to ask if a man was ever involved in any of my
sexfights, aren't you?

Q:  Well, now that you mention it....
A:  (Laughs)  Well, a few years ago, there was this
one time.  I was seeing this one woman, a bisexual
high-school teacher.  We had been intimate for few
months, and we had two sexfights.  She was pretty good
at it for a beginner.  She could get her pussy rubbing
on mine, really fast.  We had some pretty good times.
Her name was Marie.

Now this one guy I had known a few years earlier came
by.  He was a dancer in an avant-garde group, and he
was scrumptious.  Long, lean body, very good looking,
with black hair and blue eyes.  I had some very
intense moments with Carl, but he was looking for more
of an exclusive relationship than I wanted to give.
So it ended amicably.   Now I love women, but Carl is
an incredible fuck.  He knows how to use that penis,
not to mention his tongue and hands.

Anyway, Carl and Marie were both over at my place.  We
were just talking and drinking wine.  We were all
pleasantly buzzed, and Marie and Carl seemed to be
hitting it off.  Now, Carl knew about by little
fetish. It turned him on. At one point, Marie and I
were disagreeing about some play we had seen.  Carl
jokingly suggested we settle it by wrestling.

Maybe it was the phase of the moon, maybe it was the
wine.  But Marie looked at me and said, Hey, I'd
fucking win.

Q:  That must have been a challenge.
A:  Damn right!  So I said, no fucking way.  I'd
flatten you, then I'd make you come like like a slut.

By now, Carl is sitting on the couch looking at us do
the trash talk, and he's riveted.  And Marie and I
sense the edge that's provided by having an audience.
So she gets up and comes over to where I'm standing.
She looks me in the eye, and says, Okay, let's get
naked and settle it.

I've had enough Chablis to say, Okay, right here and
right now, bitch!

So we start stripping out of our jeans and tee shirts.
 We're down to our underwear and Marie grabs me.  We
fall to the carpet in front of the coffee table and
start rolling around, our hands in each other's hair,
and our legs and arms getting tangled together.  Carl
stood up and moved to another chair to get a better
view.

It doesn't take long for us to lose our panties and
bras.  We're buck naked on the carpet, yelling at each
other, calling each other bitch and slut, and then I'm
finally on top of her.  I pressed my hands down on her
tits (she had some nice ones, too) and I'm squeezing.
She yelped and started mauling by breasts, getting her
fingers down into the fleshy part.  We're really into
it now, nipples erect and stiff, and I'm so fucking
wet.

We start to hump each other.  Carl is sitting stock
still in the chair.  His legs are apart, and at one
point I see this really large lump in his crotch.

I'm on top.  I keep fucking Marie, and she starts to
shake.  Her clit is super hard, and I can feel it hit
mine.  It's gonna be close.  But she cried out, and
she started bucking up and down.  She came with a big
yell.  I won.

But I wanted to teach her a lesson.  I sit up on top
of her, and I crooked my finger at Carl.  He came over
like puppet on broken strings.  I got up and motioned
for him to sit down on Marie's stomach.  He did, his
eyes bulging as he looked at her tits and face.

I unzipped him and pulled out his cock.  It was long
and hard, the hardest cock I've felt it my life.  I
stroked him twice.  It was all he needed.

He yelled and thrust his hips forward, and a big
stream of come just shot out and landed on Marie's
tits.  She looked up just in time to get a blast of
come in the face.  He jerked again, and she was
plastered on the lips.

When he was done, her tits and face were just covered
with white.  I've got to give her credit.  She didn't
get all super upset with what I'd done, or Carl coming
over her.  In fact, it pretty much turned us all on.
The rest of the night, I'll leave to your imagination.

Q: Good God!  You know, if you had taped that, you
could have made a fortune.
A: (Laughs)  That had occurred to me.

Q:  Could you tell us about some more memorable
sexfights?
A:  Sure.