The sky is growing darker. Colours erupt and fade, shining their last light before they slip and fall away. Making space for the peace of the night. Tonight is the night you have been preparing for months. Your dedication to your diet, training, practice, everything will be put to the test.
I am at home, and I am preparing myself for you. Trying to match my outfit to your passion for your craft. I want to look so good for you. I want to make you lose control. My heart is beating so fast. I am desperately trying to not touch myself. To save it all for you. Channelling all my anxiety into excitement and practising slow deep breaths as I zip up my knee high grey high heeled boots. I’ve got dark skin tight jeans on. They make my ass look so good, I know you will love it. Be checking me out, be consuming me soon enough … I’d wear a dress but I am too worried that would be too tempting for the other guys that will be around. There will be a lot of them and I only want you. I have a nice black low cut top on and my breasts are pushed up. So much cleavage … I want to make you growl at me when you see me.
Psyching myself up in the mirror as I put on my makeup. I’m scared shitless to be around all those other guys. They can be dangerous. I know this from experience and there will be some that could hurt me. I don’t like that kind of environment but I know you will be near and you will keep me safe. I really want to watch your fight, so I battle my fears. It’s just another opportunity to evolve and face another demon from the past.
I put on my favourite brown leather jacket, it emphasises my curves, makes me feel safe and powerful – exactly what I need. I grab my keys and drive to the arena. It’s a bit of a drive so I chill as much as I can and enjoy my music. Picking my favourite empowering songs that evoke naughty descriptive scenes and devote love to their man. Feminine power and sex. My two favourite things. I really want a glass of red wine and to loosen up, but I can’t drive then and I need to get to you. Arriving, I park and find my way to the stands, I pick somewhere direct, where I can sit and see the ring. I want to see you but I know you are back in the locker rooms somewhere preparing yourself. I respect that and know that as soon as you are done with your fight, I will be the real trophy.
I am sitting in the stands conjuring up all the elements and spirits and guides and my dragon to come and help me put a protective bubble around myself. I can smell the testosterone in the air. I can see the lust in their eyes. They come up to me one after the other and I turn each one of them down.
“I’m here to watch my man fight,” I tell them dismissively.
Eventually, I just stop answering them and put my hand up to stop them and turn them down that way. I can feel my magic is strong, and I keep pulling it on stronger. Guards up I watch uninterested, aimlessly playing with my nails, waiting for your turn. Finally you come out, I see you. You see me. You are in the zone, I know that, I feel it. But you point at me, I know what you want.
‘Focus baby’, I tell you telepathically.
You nod at me and progress with your fight. I watch you intently. Not understanding the moves, but I’m there with you – sending you my energetic strength. Not that you need it, you’re more than good enough on your own. But because I want to be cursing through your veins. Arms and legs, muscle and sinew, abs and sweat. Finally there’s a tap out. You rise as the champion and the referee raises your hand in victory. I cheer for you triumphantly and then you turn in my direction and come running out of the ring. Through the crowd and over to me.
You extend a hand and I take it. You lead me back to the locker rooms with you. Your arm hooked around my waist protectively, possessively. Making it very clear to the other guys, as we walk past them, that I am yours. You find a quiet corner and spin me around and pin my back against the wall next to some lockers. You look at me and your eyes are wild. Your lips come down and crush onto mine. Hot, wet, passionate, hungry.
You kiss me and your hands are in my hair, framing my face. We haven’t even spoken to each other yet. Words are unnecessary. I’m congratulating you right now as I suck at your lips and your tongue. Passions in tune. It’s hot and messy and my lipstick is smeared onto your neck. You run your hands down the sides of my body, feeling the curves of my breasts, down to my waist, down to my hips and you grab my ass with both hands. Growling onto my lips you hook your arms under my legs and lift me up.
You’re between my legs, I’m pinned against the wall and I can feel your cock its rock hard and pulsating for me. Pressing into me. God, I wish I would have worn a dress with no panties. You would have been in me right now. Our lust is growing into an inferno. Someone clears their throat behind us and breaks our spell.
Oh my gosh we cant fuck right here, that would be so bad. It would turn into a gang bang. Im dying with laughter and hid my face in your neck. Kissing you gently still while you say something to whoever interrupted us. You must know him because the exchange is friendly and I’m not even listening. Slowly you bring me down to my feet and hold me while I steady myself. Slightly unable to, you help me sit down on the bench. You open your locker, which was right beside the wall we were making out on and get dressed.
“Let’s get out of here,” you say to me as you grab your bag and take my hand. Leading me out into the night air, out into our next moment. Into timeless eternity and beyond.
