Dear TABSK--Emily writing again, the holiday MILF Grinch-ette. I confronted my nemesis Alicia last night. I felt aggressive/frisky all day long, and dressing for the holiday party reinforced my feelings. I put on a red silky top lined with white fur, both because of the Santa-/elf-theme, but also because I had a pair of kick-ass leather boots with white fur the top to match the fur on the sleeves of the blouse. I intended the boots as a message to Alicia, who's always wearing leather boots as part of her faux-biker cockiness. But as I dressed I was reminded that fur on clothes of any sort that I'm wearing always makes me horny, aroused, and excited. I knew right away I would be in Alicia's face at the party. I just hoped I could cool my engines until I invited her back to my place for a little (long-overdue) girltalk. I cleared the furniture in my foyer for exactly that purpose.
The first two hours of the party in one long blur. I saw Alicia out of the corner of my eye in another room of the host's house, but bided my time and sought some liquid courage.
The holiday punch was way too spiked, and my buzz was turning into a pre-hangover headache. I knew I needed to act now or never. I strutted provocatively over to my blonde rival, decked out as usual in biker chains and straps, and told her that she and I needed to chat. We were both having difficulty maintaining eye contact, out of fear that if we did, trouble would start prematurely and would get broken up by the crowd of partygoers. Alicia said, "I thought you'ld never ask, blondie," so I knew immediately that it was on between us. I invited her to my place for some 1on1.
Now, up till here, everything was going to plan. Alicia chugged the remaining drink in her plastic cup and placed it down, signalling her eagerness to follow me. But then as we headed to the door, she said, "Let's go, tough girl. But I like to be kissed before I get fucked." The cold outdoor night hair hit me as hard as Alicia's enigmatic line. Was it just nervous pre-fight jitters? Was she trying to confuse me? I was prepared for some preliminary setting of fight ground rules (no eye-gouging, no weapons, whatever). But this? Then, I panicked, wondering if we had mis-communicated, and if Alicia thought I had invited her to a booty call rather than an alpha-blonde catfight. Or was she planting that thought in my head just to throw me off my fight game as we were about to begin? In my buzzed state, I decided two can play that game, and as we got onto the walkway to my frontdoor, I snapped back at my rival, "You're gonna need to earn a kiss from me, sweetie. I don't just give them out." I took out my keys and opened the door, waiting for Alicia's reply, which never came. Fine, be that way, bitch, I thought to myself. Enough talking.
Alicia could see right away from the arrangement of the furniture that the foyer had been prepared as a fight ring. I put threw my keys on the floor, and Alicia and I circled, hands on hips, strutting like fighting birds to show each other that this wasn't our first rodeo. Both of us had our hands on our hips and were declining to form fists or square up, so this was evidentally going to be a catfight, not a fistfight. My default catfight tactic is to let my opponent take the initiative and think she's in control of me, but then when she mounts me, to wrap my legs around her hips and start squeezing, battering her face and tits with my hands and claws before she realizes the trap she's in, and kicking mercilessly if she panicked and retreated. I guess you could call me a classic counterpuncher. Right on cue, Alicia came at me and pinned me to the ground, and I went to work on her hips with my legs. But rather than fall for my trap and advance or retreat, Alicia pivoted her hips within my legs, and lined up her pussy with mine, grinding into my crotch, and seizing my wrists with her hands. She was unable to slap or punch or gouge me in any way, but I eventually realized she wasn't trying to. She had been in floor fights before with experienced catfighters like me, and was successfully cancelling out my strategy. We began grinding out hips together. It was painful, but arousing too. Was she trying to arouse me to free herself and then pummel me? The hate in her eyes seemed to confirm this.
Our stalemate continued endlessly. Occasionally Alicia would lose the grip on my wrists, and I would rake her cheeks, shoulders, and neck with my nails, forcing her to regain her grip. Or she would loose her grip and pinch my tits ferciously, until I would try to buck her off of me, forcing herself to rebalance herself on top of me and force me back helplessly on my back. So we always eventually resumed our hip-grinding crotchlock.
And as the stalemate wore on, the arousal from our pussies touching thru our thin skirts surpassed the pain. We were both breathing heavier and heavier. Alicia and I studied each others' thick straight blonde hair, our MILF tits and skin, our kickass boots and legs.
> I'm the alpha blonde in this neighborhood. Your boyfriend knows it.
> Fuck you, I'm younger, your husband knows it.
>Touch my husband and I'll put you in the ER.
> Touch my boyfriend and I'll put you in a coma.
We realized we had been grinding rhythmically to our trashtalk when we both simultaneously screamed in an ecstatic simultaneous orgasm. The release was explosive, but our mutual fear kept us locked on the floor in our catfight stalemate, neither having the energy to break free from it.
We continued our mutual visual surveying of each others' MILF blonde figures, each sensing another orgasm building, when my husband burst thru the front door, asking. "Emily?? Are you two ok?"
Alicia and simultaneously popped with cat-with-the-canary guilty looks, and Alicia straightened her tousled hair, and hastened back to the party. My husband knows I like wrestling women, so figured we had just been doing some drunken tussling. After Alicia left, he took me to bed, and gave me my 2nd, 3rd, and 4th orgasm of the evening. We collapsed in each others' arms.
Here's my question. When I woke up at 5am, I had a text from Alicia that said, "When do I get that kiss you owe me?".
Does Alicia want to fuck me or fight me???
Emily
Dear Emily--Wow, what a night. Happy Holidays, indeed. And, the answer to your question is the same as in your first letter. Be honest with YOURSELF about what YOU want firdt, and THEN enter whatever situation uou're about to put yourself into. Alicia fights like a worthy catfight rival, if that's what you want. She sounds like a tasty same-sex affair, if that's what you want. But we doubt you can have both. Between you and her, you're a bit older; and she's a renter, while you're married. So you're the one who needs to choose the path you and she are going to take. Choose wisely. But choose only one. TABSK
