Fun way to lose weight

My heart is pumping full speed right now. My boy toy and I just got in a nice hour long cardio exercise by wrestling each other on the orgy couch. I beat him 8 times - he won 7. One thing I love about our relationship is that I can kick his ass, then turn around and hypnotize him, then dominate him and make him worship me. And I got some beautiful bruises on my arms to show my sexy battle wounds! He’s more sore than I am though cause I play dirty (elbows, full-body, tickling, biting, kicking) and he’s trying to recover in the other room right now. It means so much to me that although I technically think I’m stronger than he is, he tries with all his might to try to pin me down. Sometimes he succeeds, but mostly I just kick his ass. Consider this an official gloating journal entry. Although I must admit, he wasn’t THAT hard to beat cause most of the time I just laugh my butt off that he screams like a girl when I’m tickling him. Is it wrong to use tickling techniques when wrestling someone? I’ve got pretty strong legs and although I could beat him anytime I want, I love the fact that I ALWAYS come out on top a winner - even if my hair is dripping sweat in front of my face. He makes me feel like a Goddess and that’s why our quirky relationship works.

If any of you met us in real life, you’d probably be saying what everyone else says about us. We’re strange. We’re weird. We’re like the Addams Family. He’s purely a slave. I’m purely a domme. Together I get to beat him in any competitive sport while simultaneously gloating and laughing at him while he sits there and takes it and tries to pretend he’s better than I am with these silly little looks on his face. I love playing games with people who let me play games with them. I love finding a good sport - ANYONE who can put up with my dominant antics. So few people can keep up with me. So many people have their own agendas or their own wishes or desires. It’s soooo nice… I can’t stress this enough…. to be in a relationship with someone who truly puts me first above all things. He challenges me enough to make me sweat, but always makes sure that I win. And the thing is, most of the time I can’t even tell if he’s letting me win or if I’ve won fair and square. I love that I always win because losing sucks. Some could easily argue that it’s not about winning or losing but just playing the game for the love of it. I’m here to win WHILE having fun! *insert maniacal laugh here*

Later on this week we’re going to box each other with boxing gloves which will be nice. I’ve always wanted to get into a boxing match with someone with whom I might have a decent shot at actually beating. Gotta make sure I do photoshoots BEFORE the boxing match just in case I end up with a black eye. I’ve always wanted to get hurt playing a contact sport. This should be fun… too bad I can’t tickle him wearing boxing gloves! Don’t try this at home, folks.