An excerpt from my most recent erotica commission. It was s..

An excerpt from my most recent erotica commission. It was so fun to write a fantasy about one of my favorite hobbies, kickboxing! ... Sybil circled him like a predator circles his prey. His eyes were so wide he looked like a deer preparing to be eaten alive. His fear was feeding her, intoxicating her. After what must have felt like an eternity, she at last struck, a one-two-one combo, each one landing perfectly on his chest. She finished with a hook to the face, buckling him yet again. Her blows flowed out like a song, and his guard dissolved like sugar in water. In that solution she was starting to find what she thought she would find the whole time: desire. He could try to put up defenses, but she knew this dweeb wanted it. “Again?” she taunted gleefully, towering over his weak, cowering form. Holding his jaw, he slowly made his way back to his stance. “Must have just been bad luck, champ,” she assured him while patting him firmly on the back. “Best of three?” He looked at her with a mix of desperation, fear, and desire. She knew that he wanted to get out of there. That he wanted to show her he wasn’t so weak after all. But most of all she knew that he wanted to drop to his knees and let her have his way with him. The tensions between these made his eyes go crazy, an exquisite counterpoint to Sybil’s own assured coolness.. “I mean if you fuck this up this up a third time, that either means you’ve been asleep for the past year of kickboxing oooooor you’re a little bitch who just wants hot girls to beat the living crap out of you.” She giggled sweetly and observed her verbal blows land with precision. “Okay….okay umm, okay. I’ve got it” C at last managed to let out. Sybil laughed dismissively. “Sure you do. But just to be safe this time, I think you need some protection. Here,” she said and reached into her gym bag. She pulled out the pair of super smelly, thick, white gym socks Wu had been wearing that day, “have a mouth guard.” In one swift movement she yanked open his mouth, shoved both socks deep inside, and held her hand firmly over his mouth. He tried to gather himself, but the force of her hand over his mouth, the rich, musky scent of Wu’s sweaty feet, and the thick, dirty fabric swelling on his tongue were too much. ...