There is a workout mat or large flat surface. She is in a black thong bikini, with sinewy flesh that glimmers in the light. I am in workout tight shorts, blue (to match my eyes heh heh).
We stretch. We warm up. We catch a glimpse of each other but say nothing.
We are ready. We circle each other, knowing the loser of this hour's contest will obey and submit to the whims of the winner. Hearts beating fast. Anticipation growing. Thinking of strategies, moves and delicious submission holds.
Ahh what this hour brings....