u/workherover

Hey all,

I wanted to share this here since it feels safe to do so. I feel like a lot of people are here for similar reasons. Recently my wife and I were talking about spicing up our intimacy, and I'm still too nervous to mention my boxing fetish, but I did mention to her that I'd want her to dress up for me as a ring girl (felt that was more "normal"). She loved the idea, which was a huge turn-on in and f itself. She's got a great body; long legs and a shapely ass that would be perfect for a ring girl outfit.

It was what she said next, though, that made my mind run wild. "I guess you'll be sitting in your corner, only wearing your boxing gloves, while I walk around for you, huh?" Up until that point, it had been just a fever dream all my life, but now, it seems to finally be in sight, that I might be able to act on this... so I went for it. "Well, once you're done strutting around and teasing me, I guess I'll need an opponent sitting across from me too..." I said, nervously awaiting her reaction.

She said "ohhhh yeah? How would that work?" She seemed intrigued by the idea. I made sure to explain that we'd be safe, saying "you know, a little body sparring, touch drills where you try to touch your opponent's body without being touched (for those who don't box, that is a real drill you do to warm up sometimes)" and she seemed to be into it!

We haven't had time to get down to it yet but I'm super excited and I can't stop thinking and fantasizing about it. It makes day-to-day concentration pretty difficult. I wanted to share this to the only place that might understand the struggle. Happy to discuss this with anyone on the thread here, and any suggestions on where to take it from here are welcome:)

None of you ladies out there can hang with me. Can anyone provide a challenge?

Location doesn't matter to me. Martial arts dojos, underground boxing rings, or any other setting you want. We'll trade strikes, grapples, holds, and taunts, until slowly but surely, I start breaking you down.

I love slowly wearing you out. You’ll start fierce, but I’ll grind you down round after round. Your body gets heavier, slick with sweat, muscles burning as I overpower you. I’ll keep pushing until you’re a quivering, exhausted mess on the floor — panting, trembling, and desperately begging me to make you cum.

Detailed descriptions are a must: the impact of every hit, the feel of sweat-slick skin, your weakening struggles, and those delicious moans as your resistance finally snaps. Long, multi-round fights are preferred.

If you think you have what it takes to last longer than the others, then come meet me in the ring.