Announcement!

Dear fans.

Our blog will be taking an early Christmas break this year. This is because we've had a little less time than usual to create new posts every week. Just like during our summer break, we have put together a list of some of our older posts below that you may not have seen yet, to help you pass the time. 😉 We will resume our activities during January, and perhaps the first post of the new year will appear as early as the 5th.

This may disappoint some of you, but the reason why we've had less time for our blog lately is also positive. We are writing a book. 💫

It has always been a dream of ours to one day publish a sexfight manual to enlighten women all over the world, to give advices and to consolidate the many informations scattered across the internet. Especially since such a work does not yet exist. The end result is supposed to be a "bible" for all sexfight fans. 😎  It will deal with the topic from a variety of perspectives and our personal experiences will be the framework on which most of it will be based. Just to clarify: This will not be an erotic read, but mainly a guide for curious but also experienced women.

It's still in an early stage of work, but we intend to publish it in the second half of 2025, first in German, then in English. Now you know what we are working on when we are not writing on our blog. And you can look forward to what may come in 2025. 💥

As promised, here's a list of some of our older but nevertheless very good posts:

Ashlee vs. Laura

Hilton Hotel

Sexfight Olympics

Dear diary...

Teammates

Duel of the reds

Comparison, Challenge, War!

Pussies on fire

The last few drops

Impatience

A lot of lust, envy and sexual desire

Alternative riding lessons

We wish you a peaceful Christmas, a Happy New Year and we hope that you will continue to visit our blog from time to time in 2025. 🎄🎊

The Sexfighter next door

Abby, a 19-year-old college student with brown hair and a lithe, slim body, was sprawled on her bed, her laptop open to a video of two women locked in a passionate, sweaty clit war. It was a somewhat older video, perhaps filmed 20 years ago. A blonde and a brunette, oiled up, competed against each other on a blue mat that was laid out on a lush green lawn. The sun made their athletic bodies gleam sensually. The two rivals threw insults at each other, screamed and yelled, but the passion between them was unmistakable. Obviously they fervently enjoyed the wet sliding of their pussies and clits over one another.

Abby bit her lip, her hand moving rhythmically between her smooth labia, over her hard clit as she watched the two women grind against each other, their moans blaring from her headphones. Suddenly she stopped pleasuring herself. One of the women looked strangely familiar. Abby paused the video, leaning in to get a better look. She could hardly believe that she had almost missed this. The blonde woman was her neighbor Debra, from across the hall. Abby couldn't believe it. She had always thought of the now 40-year-old Debra as a quiet and decent woman, not the wild sexfighter she was watching on her screen. She let out an incredulous laugh.

At that moment she heard the keys on Debra's apartment door. Abby put on her sweatpants and rushed to the door. Still out of breath from running and masturbating, she tried not to let it show. Debra had just picked up her laundry from drying in the basement and looked as if she had not expected to meet her neighbor at that moment, "Oh, hey Abby. What's up?"

"Hi Debra. I hope this doesn't sound weird, but I found a film of yours."

"A film? What kind of film?", Debra asked baffled and slightly unsettled.

Abby had to bite back her excitement, "You know… the kind you would never show to friends or relatives."

Now Debra suddenly realized what Abby was alluding to and seemed embarrassed, "Oohh…I see. I didn't know that old stuff was floating around on the internet these days. That was a long time ago. Another me. I'm sorry if this makes our neighborhood uncomfortable for you."

"Uncomfortable? Nothing could be further from the truth. I've never seen such a hot sexfight before. The way you duel woman to woman is a pure joy. I was wondering if maybe we could, I don't know, watch the movie together?", Abby asked with craving burning in her eyes.

Debra was almost paralyzed with disbelief, "Are…are you serious? Wow…I mean… I haven't seen any of my fights in ages. But...yeah, why the heck not? I have nothing better to do anyway."

They entered Abby's apartment and sat together on the bed, where the laptop was still open and a still image of Debra's and her rival's oiled pussies colliding could be seen. "Oh my…I had forgotten how it felt...how much I missed this sight.", Debra reacted visibly aroused.

Abby was fond of her neighbor’s reaction, "I know, right? You two, what you were doing there was sex war, wet and unbridled. That must have felt ecstatic."

"You bet. That whore over there is Jenna, by the way. The biggest cunt I've ever crossed clits with. We hated each other, but that bitch could fuck like a goddess. We forced each other to the most fabulous orgasms. We usually avoided one another, but there was no one I'd rather face in the ring. So, shall we watch from the beginning then?", Debra clearly reminisced in wet memories as she spoke.

Abby almost gasped for breath and had to pull herself together to start the video over as the juices began to flow between her thighs. As they watched 20-year-old Debra and her arch rival Jenna circling each other, eyeing each other up and finally pouncing on each other naked to intertwine their pussies, Abby didn't know how to react at first. She had a pillow on her legs and was so horny. Debra, on the other hand, was so focused on the fight that she felt like she was right in the middle of it again. After a few minutes she took off her jeans and her wet panties and started playing with her cunt. Abby grinned wickedly, licked her lips and wanted to join. Debra's loving "It's okay, go for it!" was the last domino. Abby threw the pillow away, spread her legs and began to caress her clit.

The slippery sounds of their pussies made them more and more aroused, while young Debra and Janna made each other cum again and again, moaning loudly. Two thirds of the way through the video, Debra suddenly closed the laptop and took off her top, revealing her large breasts, which were already impressive on her 20-year-old self. Without hesitation, Abby also got completely naked and started licking Debra's nipples. She moaned and looked deep into Abby's eyes with an expression of hunger, as if she wanted to devour her here and now, "Come on, open your legs and rub your clit on mine. I wanna mix my nectar with yours. I haven't felt the feeling of pussy on pussy in far too long."

For Abby, it seemed like a dream had come true. She was about to trib with a former sexfight champion. As their clits touched and Abby felt Debra's warm juices on her pussy, a very pleasant shiver ran through her. Debra's big bouncing breasts as they slammed together drove her wild. This was not a fight, but the images of the oily match were the fuel for Abby's lust, while the very woman she had previously only seen naked on the screen now presented herself between her spread thighs with a soaking wet cunt. The two sapphically starved women wanted to give each other a climax that would satisfy their insatiable lesbian desire.

Afternoon's Sweet Temptation

Théa, a curvy 26-year-old with red hair and pale skin, was lounging by the pool with her new boyfriend, Marco. They wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to have the apartment complex's pool to themselves that afternoon, despite the hot temperatures. They laughed and teased each other and genuinely had a good time. Suddenly, Dara, a striking 30-year-old Asian chick emerged from the building. Her curvaceous body was accentuated by a bikini that barely covered her nipples.

"Mind if I join you?" Dara asked, not waiting for an answer. Théa exchanged a glance with Marco, who shrugged.

"Sure, why not?" Théa replied, trying to hide her annoyance. Dara lay down on the deck chair right next to them, which irritated Marco in particular, for her eyes were never leaving Théa.

"Your boyfriend is quite handsome," she said, enjoying the sight of Théa's gorgeous ass and her breasts lying flat on her towel. "But I must say, you're the hot one here."

Théa uttered an exasperated and unimpressed, "Thanks."

Dara continued, "Well, I bet your wet slit is swelling up just thinking about what we could do together, am I right?"

Théa bristled. "Excuse me?"

Dara smirked. "Oh, come on. Don't act so innocent! I've heard stories about what you did in bed with Tina's friend the other day. Some say she came for an entire hour. You're exactly the kind of freaky I like."

Marco couldn’t believe his ears and Théa was lacking an explanation. "Listen babe, ignore that bitch, I'm not a lesbian. I just have a little fun with women from time to time. Sorry I didn't tell you."

Dara stood up and laughed maliciously. "Maybe it's better that way. These stories are all lies anyway. You would just be intimidated by my sex appeal and would cum within seconds."

"Shut the fuck up, cunt! I would conquer you and make you my little bitch!", Théa replied defiantly.

Dara bared her voluptuous breasts, which was considered an unmistakable challenge. "Then prove it. Let's have a little competition, woman to woman. I bet I can make you orgasm before you can make me cum. Prove your reputation is deserved, you "non-lesbian"!"

Théa turned away. "No, I'm not interested."

Dara chuckled. "Afraid you'll lose? Or is it because your boyfriend is here?" She turned to Marco. "Maybe you should go take a walk or something. Give us girls some privacy." She then stepped gracefully into the pool, expecting a response to her declaration of sexual war.

Marco looked at Théa, a question in his eyes. Théa sighed. "It's fine. I can handle this."

Théa joined her challenger in the pool and also pulled down her green bikini top, sealing the deal: these two women would compete sensually.

Dara and Théa circled each other in the pool, their eyes locked. They explored each other's bodies, especially their breasts became targets of gentle attacks. The chemistry between them was perfect, they were getting hot – so hot that the water could have started to boil. As the spiral of escalation progressed, their hands wandered into each other's bikini bottoms and found aroused clits whose impatience to wrestle with one another was palpable.

Their soft moaning was interrupted when Dara made a suggestion. "It seems that this pool is too small for the both of us. Let's move this showdown somewhere where our pussies can fight out this clinch without limits. Let's go to my place!"

Théa was more than pleased with this idea. "Fuck yeah! I can't wait for our clits to meet and bash each other up until you scream with lust between my wet thighs."

"You wish, slut! I'm going to fuck you to the climax of your life now, whether you want it or not. But when our juices mix you'll want to, I promise.", Dara announced confidently.

Hand in hand and almost naked, they left the pool together and strutted into the apartment building. Their moans and screams could be heard in the distance until late into the night…

Indulgence

Geraldine (right) has done it. She's defeated her arch rival Genevieve (left) in the ultimate contest that two women can have. In the competition to see who can better use their sexual skills to force their opponent to orgasm, Geraldine was able to gain the upper hand after a hard-fought duel. They scissored and tribbed hard and fast, their wet pussies and aroused clits ramming together in their rage, wrestling and squeezing for dominance between their thighs. Now, as Genevieve's climax overtakes her and runs through her body from the tips of her hair to the tips of her toes, Geraldine savors this moment of triumph to the full, reveling in the sight of her opponent writhing in pleasure while she thrusts her pussy against Genevieve's throbbing cunt a few more times to mark her dominance and elicit a few more moans of inferiority from her. This battle was a feast for all the senses. The two ladies would lie naked together on the couch for a while, exchanging intimate glances and sharing the Sapphic happiness of being able to compete with one another. One woman outdid the other, but they were now sisters in the tribadic test of strength and thus one.

Jealousy Aroused

In the glittering world of adult cinema, the rivalry between Tia Darkwood and Serena Sapphic was the stuff of legend. Two of the most sought-after lesbian porn stars, their on-screen chemistry had set the industry ablaze with desire, but behind the scenes, their relationship was as frosty as a polar vortex. Their animosity had been simmering for years, a cauldron of jealousy and lust that threatened to boil over at every encounter. Tia, the sultry brunette with a penchant for dominance, couldn't stand Serena, the auburn-haired bombshell who always seemed to steal the spotlight with her charm. And Serena, for her part, seethed at Tia's unrivaled popularity and her ability to command any scene she entered.

The tension between them grew palpable, thick enough to slice with a knife. It was clear that something had to happen, and it did during the filming of "Battle of the Belles," an all-female porn production that was supposed to be the ultimate showcase of their talents. The director had enough of their bickering and decided to channel their hostility into something that would make the audience beg for more.

"Ladies," she announced one day, with a sly smile that promised mischief. "I've had a brilliant idea for the climax of the movie. A pussy-on-pussy sexfight. The ultimate catfight, but with a twist. Whoever brings the other to the brink of ecstasy first wins the scene and the title of 'Supreme Seductress'. What do you say?"

Tia and Serena looked at each other, their eyes glinting with a mix of anger and excitement. They had both competed in the industry for so long, but never in a way that was so...personal.

The day of the shoot arrived, and the set was a buzz of anticipation. Tia strutted in, naked and ready, her ample bosom enchanting as ever. Serena followed, her nude body a symbol of feminine elegance. Their female egos, embodied by their confident demeanor, took up the entire room and seemed to make the walls creak.

The director called "Action!" and the two divas circled each other, their hands caressing their own bodies, teasing the audience and each other. They moved closer, their breasts brushing together, and the fight was on.

They rolled around on the bed, a tangle of limbs and passion, each trying to gain a physical advantage. Their bodies collided, a titbit of skin and sweat, as they used every trick in the book to make each other's blood boil. Fingers danced along their sensitive nipples, tongues probed and teased, and teeth grazed tender flesh, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. Finally, as if an inaudible command had been given, they stopped their sensual wrangling and opened their legs. They had known each other long enough to know when the perfect time to initiate a pussyfight was. And the sticky moisture between their thighs as well as the expectant throbbing of their aroused clits were clear signs.

Now Serena and Tia truly began to work their magic. The wet slapping as they slammed their pussies together again and again was a feast for the ears. Outbursts of sudden energy and the resulting wild thrusts from both rivals alike caused the film crew to lose track of who was calling the shots in this duel of duels. The battle raged on, their cries of pleasure echoing through the soundstage. The director watched in amazement, sure that never before had a sexfight like this, or rather tribadic war, been caught on camera.

As the minutes passed, their movements grew more desperate, more primal. The jealousy and anger morphed into something raw, a fierce need to claim victory over the other. But in the end, it was clear that no one could claim dominion over desire. As their orgasms crashed over them, simultaneous and earth-shattering, they collapsed into a heap of sultry nakedness, their breathing ragged and their hearts racing.

The director called "Cut!" and the room erupted in applause. For Tia and Serena the rivalry was still there, yet they had satisfied each other as no woman had ever done before. A small consolation in this moment of realization that sexual equality was a painful fact. But the director was probably the most satisfied. She had a sure-fire box office hit in the can and she could already see the scenario for the rematch in her mind's eye.

Perfect Discord

In the lesbian arena of desire, where the female clitoris reigns supreme, these mystical pleasure pearls engage in a symphony of ecstasy that transcends the boundaries of the physical realm. Their duels are fueled by womanly competition as well as the primal urge to conquer the peaks of sensual satisfaction. Their union is a dance as ancient as the rhythms of the earth, each pulsing and stroking in an intricate mania of passion. The air thickens with the sweet aroma of arousal, as the two clitorises lock in a disharmonious embrace, their delicate hoods unfurling like the petals of an exotic bloom. The tender flesh around them swells with excitement, the labia parting like the curtains of a stage where fighters meet for their match, revealing the jewels that are the rivals in this display of sexual power.

The battle begins with a gentle touch, a mere whisper of curiosity that quickly escalates into a fiery storm. They glide and graze, their sensitivity heightened to the electric currents that pass between them. Each caress is a declaration of war, a silent challenge that the other accepts with a shiver of delight. Their dance becomes more frenzied, the tempo increasing as they strive to outdo each other in their quest for conquest. They swirl and twirl, each movement calculated to elicit gasps of joy from their opponent. As the crescendo approaches, the clitorises move with the precision of warriors, each stroke and rub an evidence of their instinctive knowledge of the other's most sensitive spots. The tribadic battleground is wet with the essence of their mistresses needs.

Their clash is a perfect testament to the power that two clitorises in discord can unfold when their mistresses decide to let them loose on each other. An act of female self-respect and dignity, trusting one's own sexual prowess to match it with another woman's in the ultimate contest.

An age-old feud

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Girls Like Us

Steph had been planning to go out for a drink with her new red-haired co-worker from the gym for a while. This bombshell had turned her head. She couldn't think of anything else at work but April when she walked past her in skin-tight leggings and a sports bra from which her perfect breasts seemed to want to pop out. They met after work in a Puerto Rican bar on the outskirts of town. As they sipped their colorful cocktails, they suddenly realized they had never exchanged more than a few words with each other before. But this awkward moment didn't last long and over time they became more relaxed and engaged in intense conversations. The later the evening, the more uninhibited and arousing the topics of conversation became, just as both women had intended, even if they didn't want to reveal it to each other yet.

Steph leaned in close to April and argued, "You know, I've always believed that women who have sexfights against each other lead way more exciting lives."

April raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by sexfights?"

Steph smiled slyly. "I mean exactly what you think I mean. Two women, going head to head in a battle of passion and wills, using their pussies and clits as weapons."

April's eyes widened with excitement.

Steph leaned back, took another sip, crossed her legs seductively slowly and "accidentally" touched her cleavage. "Think about it. When you're in a sexfight, you're completely focused on the moment, on the pleasure and the war of womanhoods. You're not worried about anything else, you're not thinking about the past or the future. You're living in the present, and that's where the real excitement is."

April smiled, intrigued. "And what would that look like, exactly?"

Steph leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, it usually starts with some sexy trash-talking. Both women are horny for each other, but they want to try to increase their opponent's lust through the targeted use of words in order to gain an advantage. If they are not already naked, they slowly strip so that they can gently rub their aroused nipples together, all while looking deep into each other's eyes to catch a spark of doubt about their sexual superiority."

April's breath hitched as she imagined the scene that Steph was painting. "And then what?"

Steph's eyes sparkled with mischief. "And then, once things have heated up and the liquids are flowing, pussies and clits begin their slippery duel, colliding and rubbing together. The sluts moan loudly as they try to outdo one another in this libido competition. They scissor fast or slow, hard or soft, while their juices mix, always hoping that their own clit can last longer in this lustful fencing match at eye level. And finally one will fuck the other to climax and claim victory or they will cum together and round 2 will be declared. And trust me, it's a rush like no other either way."

April was silent for a moment, her mind racing with the possibilities. "And you've…done this before?"

Both made no secret of the fact that they were getting wetter and wetter and wetter. They opened their legs and through the glass table they could spot that neither of them was wearing panties under their short dresses. Their slick pussies were yearning for each other and their clits were throbbing with desire.

Steph licked her finger, a sly smile playing at her lips. "More times than I can count."

April leaned over to her, gave her a long, wet French kiss and bit Steph's lower lip as she leaned back. "And what if I wanna try it?"

Steph was taken by surprise and her eyes were still closed. But as soon as she was able to pull herself together and realized what had just happened, she took a deep breath and answered, "Then we'll have war tonight, sweetheart. Woman-to-woman, clit-on-clit sex war!"

Rock the Boat

The Florida sun beat down on the deck of the yacht, shimmering off the azure waters that surrounded it. Cassandra "Cassie" Van Der Meer and Victoria "Vixen" Acosta, two of Miami's most successful and eccentric real estate agents, lounged naked on the plush cushions, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Their rivalry was legendary, a constant dance of one-upmanship that had spilled over into every aspect of their lives, including this impromptu yachting trip.

Cassie, with her strawberry blonde hair and emerald green eyes, was the first to break the silence. "You know, Vixen, they say that real estate is all about location, location, location. But I think it's more about who's on top, isn't it?" Her voice was as smooth as the champagne she sipped, but her eyes held a challenge.

Vixen, with her hazel hair and ice blue eyes, smirked. "Well, Cassie, I've always been more of a 'who's the best' kind of girl. And I do believe in testing that theory...in every way possible." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "What do you say we make this trip a little more…interesting?"

Cassie took another sip of champagne and ran her hand seductively through her hair. "You're on, Vixen. But remember, I always get what I want."

Vixen chuckled and she also took another sip. "We'll see about that.". Her gaze dropped, focusing on Cassie's soft pussy, which was now visibly swollen with arousal. "Well, if we're going to fight, we should do it properly," she suggested, her voice poised. Cassie nodded, her eyes locked on Vixen's glistening womanhood. "Yes, I agree. Let's make this a real fight."

As the two women lunged at each other, their bodies collided with an unexpected intensity. Their breasts pressed together, and their nipples hardened from the contact. A powerful wave of arousal washed over them as their bodies molded together. After a few minutes of wrestling and rolling around, they spread their legs wide and let their hard, sticky clits collide.

Their bodies moved in sync, their pussies thrusting against each other, seeking pleasure and dominance. The sun slowly dipped below the horizon, casting the yacht in a deep orange hue as the women continued their aggressive, sweaty tribfighting. Their moans filled the air, mingling with the gentle lapping of the waves against the boat. Vixen's fingers dug into Cassie's breasts, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on her rival's soft skin. Cassie, in turn, grabbed Vixen's ass, pulling their pussies even tighter together. Their bodies glistened with a thin layer of sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The pleasure built within them, their clits throbbing with every furious rub against each other. The sex war intensified, the two real estate agents reaching unknown heights of female ecstasy. But only one will come out on top at nightfall and put her opponent in her place in the most intimate way possible.

Last day of vacation

Coco, Tabitha, Josie, Aislin and Daphne had been on vacation together in Mexico for what seemed like an eternity. The tension between the girls had been steadily rising with each passing day. It was supposed to be a fun and carefree getaway that had quickly devolved into a series of arguments and near-fights.

On the evening before their departure, the situation had reached a boiling point. Voices were raised, insults were hurled, and it seemed like their entire friendship could unravel before their very eyes. The girls were exhausted from the never-ending bickering and the prospect of a long flight back home filled them with a sense of dread. They all knew that they needed to let off steam by themselves and find a way to release the pent-up frustration that had been building up inside of them.

Out of sheer boredom, Coco (violet lingerie) had taken matters into her own hands. She had ordered a busty prostitute to their hotel room, determined to settle her score with at least one bitch, since she had not yet achieved her goal of challenging a hot Mexican woman to a pussyfight at this point.

Meanwhile, Tabitha (bob haircut) had gotten into a heated argument with a blonde woman she had encountered in the hotel lobby. The confrontation had escalated into a full-blown trib duel in her room, with the two stripping down and engaging in a passionate and slippery battle of their cunts. Moans and groans echoed throughout the floors, as Tabitha was surprised how good this slut could fuck.

Josie (bottom), on the other hand, had met a girl the previous night at the beach bar. The chemistry between them had been undeniable and they had wasted no time retreating back to the hotel for a night of lesbian sex war. Josie lay tangled in the sheets with her newfound rival, their tribfight having been paused to be continued at daybreak. But now they had found new strength again to force each other to ecstatic orgasms, just as real women compete with one another.

And then there were Daphne (brunette) and Aislin (blonde), the two girls whose clitoral rivalry had repeatedly brought the vacation to the brink of implosion. On the very last day, the two squabblers had finally decided to let their pussies fight it out once and for all, to settle the matter that had been plaguing their vacation for far too long. Their impatience was written on their faces to finally let their wet cunts trib wrestle with each other. Their movements were accordingly skillful in order to demonstrate their respective sexual superiority.

Stripping Rivalry

The neon sign outside the strip club flickered in the night, casting an eerie glow on the wet pavement. Inside, the stage was dimly lit, and two figures moved sensuously in the shadows. They were rivals, these two strippers who had been competing for the attention of their patrons for months.

Tonight, they had been hired for a private show for their regular customers, a lesbian couple who loved to watch them perform. The strippers knew that they had to outdo each other tonight, to prove once and for all who was the better performer.

First up was Quinn, a leggy brunette with a body that just wouldn't quit. She moved to the center of the stage, her hips swaying to the beat of the music. As she danced, she could feel the heat of the couple's gaze on her. Across the stage, Domino watched with narrowed eyes. She was a self-confident blonde with curves in all the right places, and she knew that she could outshine Quinn any day of the week. She waited until Quinn had finished her routine before making her move, sauntering onto the stage with a hawkish smile on her face. The couple watched, entranced, as Domino danced. She was mesmerizing, and they couldn't take their eyes off of her. Quinn watched from the wings, her jaw clenched in frustration. She couldn't let Domino win this time.

And so, the two women began to compete, each trying to outdo the other with their seductive moves. They danced closer and closer, their bodies mere inches apart. The tension between them was palpable, and the couple could feel themselves getting wet just watching them provoking one another by dancing skin on skin and ripping their scanty schoolgirl costumes off until they were completely naked.

But the competition soon turned into something…more. Quinn and Domino found themselves getting caught up in the moment, their bodies moving in time with one another. They touched each other, their hands exploring each other's curves and contours. Before they knew it, they were kissing, their lips locked in a passionate embrace. The couple watched in amazement as the two rivals broke apart, their chests heaving with exertion. Domino and Quinn looked at each other, their eyes filled with anger and lust. They knew what they had to do next. Their bodies pressed together. Their breasts mashed against one another.

Domino pushed Quinn down onto the floor. She straddled Quinn, her pussy hovering just above Quinn's. Domino lowered herself, their wet pussies meeting to tribfuck, their hips moving in time with one another. In what seemed like an endless moment for all four women, the two strippers let their slippery pussies and swollen clits slide gently over each other or collide violently again and again. The moans made all the women's desire almost boil over. Orgasms came constantly in duet with the climaxes of their spectators, but the duel of tribadic arts continued undeterred. Surrender was not an option.

But eventually the exhaustion became too great and their cunts couldn't continue fighting. At some point the orgasms stopped being counted and a clear championesse couldn't be declared. Spent, with their panties down, satisfied and breathing heavily, the couple sat on the audience couch and, in their excitement, had emptied all their wallets onto the stage. When Quinn and Domino realized this, their enmity was forgotten. Their spontaneous sex war had, after all, earned them a small fortune. They collected the bills and were extremely pleased. It had been a profitable and fun night.

One veiled night

The moon hung low in the night sky, bathing the grounds of the girls boarding school in a soft, argent light. It was a warm July evening, the students were on school holidays and the campus was almost deserted. But the stillness of the summer night was soon to be interrupted by the passionate encounter of two rival and vying teachers – the wrestling coach, Jody (left), and the cheerleader's coach, Trish (right).

Trish wore only a silk robe, tied loosely at the waist, barely hiding her voluptuous bosom. Her fit body was toned from hours spent in the gym, her muscles defined and tempting. She stood by the open window of her room as she anticipated the arrival of her adversary. Soon enough, naked footsteps could be heard in the hallway, and Jody appeared at the door. She, too, was dressed in a silk robe, hers a deep burgundy that contrasted with her pale skin. The fabric barely contained her curvy figure, hinting at the lush breasts and soft curves that lay beneath.

"Trish," Jody purred, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. "You look like a slut who's ready to be fucked."

Trish smirked, her confidence matching Jody's. "As do you, darling. Come here, let me make you my bitch."

With hungry steps, they closed the distance between them. Trish's hands reached out, sliding through Jody's robe, grabbing her tightly around the waist. Jody followed suit. Their lips met, soft and warm, their tongues tangling slowly and gently.

"I'm so glad we finally have the campus to ourselves. I was so tired of this cat and mouse game. Now we can compete again in the way that suits us best.", Trish whispered, almost exploding with desire.

"You can't imagine how my impatience was eating me up inside. Every time we bumped into each other in the gym, I wanted to push you down onto one of the mats and outfuck you.", Jody hissed back.

This night was theirs. They hastily took off each other’s robes but broke apart momentarily, taking in the sight of each other's naked bodies, before Trish led Jody over to the bed. Their sweet juices began to flow as they sat down amidst the tangled sheets. Jody positioned her legs between Trish's thighs, spreading them wide to reveal the glistening pink folds of her pussy.

With slow, deliberate tribs, Trish's and Jody's nectars mingled, drawing moans from deep within their throats. Their clits collided and teased each other, circling one another lasciviously. Jody's hips bucked off the bed, grinding her pussy against Trish's as pleasure coiled tightly within them. The room filled with the sounds of their passionate whispers, the wet smacking of their cunts clapping together and the intoxicating scent of desire. The silvery moonlight made their bodies, covered in subtle beads of sweat, shine in an ethereal shimmer, while their aroused clits and their soft labia indulged in a rhythmic martial dance.

As time passed, their movements became faster and their moans louder. In both women, uncontrollable lust had taken over and the orgasms were building up threateningly. With trembling bodies they finally came in a violence that matched the depth of their sexual rivalry. They each reached between their legs and tried to calm their overstimulated pussies, where they felt the wetness of their mixed juices with their slender fingers. Everything inside them was pulsing as the orgasm had knocked them out. Jody and Trish were panting with exhaustion as they lay on their backs staring at the ceiling. They had waited months for this opportunity to duel and it ended in a draw again...for the fifth time.

After a few minutes of silence, Jody pressed her clit back onto Trish's and began slowly circling her hips, after which Trish thought, "Alright, round 2, bitch!".

Bitch Huntress

Ruby was no stranger to the world of romantic sabotage. As a professional "home-wrecker tracker", she made it her mission to hunt down and punish those girls who sought to destroy other women's relationships. Her weapon of choice? Sexual humiliation.

Ruby had never met a woman who could withstand her unique brand of retribution. She would visit her targets at home, where they would engage in intimate acts of sexual uninhibitedness, their bodies entwined in the most lascivious of ways. She would force them to climax, their wet pussies grinding together until they were left begging for mercy.

But Ruby's latest target, a confident woman named Lucille, was different. She was a skilled seductress, with fiery red hair, and she was not afraid of Ruby's reputation. The two women met on Lucille's porch. The homeowner seemed to be expecting Ruby and before they could even exchange a word, they circled each other and undressed one another with their eyes.

- "Ruby, I presume?" Lucille said, loosening her ponytail.

- "You guessed it. And you're Lucille. The cunt who tried to steal Charlotte's girlfriend. She wants me to give you her regards. I assume you know the reason I'm here?"

- "Of course. I can't wait. I've been expecting you for days. I'm craving to teach you a lesson and show you that you're not the best in town."

- "Really? Then get ready for the fight of your life! My clit will beat up yours."

As they undressed and revealed their well-endowed feminine bodies to each other, Ruby had to acknowledge that Lucille was not the helpless prey she usually faced. The woman was experienced, her body toned and strong. And she was not afraid to take control. They sat down on a nearby couch and initiated their womanly duel: Lucille's legs between Ruby's, swollen clits kissing and wrestling with one another, pussy juices mixing in circular and thrusting movements.

It was a tribadic war between two Amazons, a contest for lesbian dominance, a back and forth without regard for losses, the orgasmic humiliation of the opponent as the only goal. As their moans got louder and their movements became more hectic, out of sync and harder after non-stop pussy-pounding, they realized that this was just the beginning. Ruby had met her match and this was only the first skirmish of a long clit war.

Eccentric Artists

Estrid (brunette) was always more of an abstract painter. Her style was loose, flowing, and expressive. Tilda (blonde), on the other hand, preferred a more traditional, realistic approach. Their differing styles had led to this argument, each of them feeling that the other had failed to capture their true beauty.

- "Look, Tilda, I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but your painting just doesn't do me justice!" she says, gesturing at the canvas where her nude form was painted. "It's supposed to be about the essence of femininity, not some cheap imitation!"

- "And I'm not trying to be insensitive, Estrid, but your painting is just...messy! I spent hours trying to capture every curve and every detail, and this is what I get?" She tosses her brush down on the table, paint splattering on the floor.

- "Well, maybe if you'd spent less time obsessing over details and more time feeling the emotion behind it..." Estrid retorts, folding her arms across her chest.

- "Oh, so now I'm not an artist because I don't paint with enough 'emotion'?" Tilda snorts, rolling her eyes. "Well, maybe if you'd spent less time being so self-absorbed and actually focused on the subject in front of you, you'd have something worth looking at!"

The argument escalates as they both become more defensive of their work. Estrid feels a burning sensation in her cheeks as anger rises within her. She takes a step closer to Tilda, their faces mere inches apart. "You're just jealous because you'll never be able to paint like me!". "And you're just jealous because I'm prettier than you!" Tilda spits back, her own anger flaring. For a moment, they stand there, breathing heavily, eyes locked on each other. Then, without warning, they both lunge forward, their hands grappling for purchase on the other's body. Their breasts press together, nipples hardening as they grind against one another. Their hips roll, and suddenly, it becomes clear what this fight is really about: passion, desire, and the need to be seen.

Their bodies have gone from being objects of art to being weapons of an inter-female showdown. Now it's no longer about the art, but about the honor of which woman is able to prove her sexual and physical superiority.

Lex has her blonde adversary well under control and it's only a matter of time before she teases out her orgasm. But she's worried that her team partner and her Asian opponent are enjoying each other a little too much. "For fuck's sake, I'm waging a proper womanly clit war and you're just letting yourself be fucked. Fight! Outtrib this bitch!"

Dualism between attraction and jealousy

The glorification of the female body among lesbian women carries significant potential for conflict. On the one hand, attraction plays an important role in same-sex spontaneity, as the women are attracted to each other's bodies. On the other hand, they can quickly find themselves in a situation of intra-female comparative competition for sexual presentability. Lesbian sex therefore often represents a dualism between attraction and jealousy. In order to assert yourself as a woman in a seemingly never-ending struggle for the best girls, the regular acknowledgement of the respective physical attractions and the demonstration of your sexual skills through sexfights are effective means in a (superficial) relationship to demonstrate one's own worth to each other and to maintain sexual interest in one another.

Beauty and Naturalness

Sex is a mysterious thing. It can make people happy, it can make people jealous, it can be an expression of love, passion, service, rebellion or power. Hardly anything shapes us as diversely as the most wonderful pastime in the world. Above all, the power aspect, which includes sexfighting, is particularly spicy. When sporting ambition or deep rivalry finds its way into sexual desires, the act of affection becomes a demonstration of power and a competition for physical and mental dominance in a relationship between two women. Sure, such duels could be fought only verbally or with fists, but why stoop to a lower level when women have been given the opportunity to let their sexual prowess speak for itself? The tribadic showdown is a symbol of feminine civilization in a world full of barbarism, which puts beauty and naturalness in the foreground.

Learning Process

An ambitious sexfighter wins in every case. Not in the literal sense, but in the figurative. We gain knowledge. The learning process is essential if you want to be one of the best in sex in the long term. With each opponent, your own wealth of knowledge grows and you learn more and more which switches to turn to penetrate a woman's aroused mind. When women fight sexually, it's not just about winning or losing. It's about growth, understanding, and empowerment. Each encounter, each challenge, each victory or defeat, is a lesson that shapes us into more confident women.

In the heat of this competition, we learn to understand ourselves better - our desires, our boundaries, and our capacity to give and receive pleasure. We uncover the nuances of our own sexuality, the subtle cues of attraction, and the raw power of seduction. This isn't about reducing ourselves to mere objects of desire or feeding into societal norms. No, it's about claiming our sexuality as a part of our identity and celebrating it without shame or guilt. When we observe and engage with another woman, we internalize new techniques and we learn not to despise her in her triumph, but to appreciate the artistry and skill, which she has acquired in numerous clit wars. So, let us embrace the tribadic competition as a catalyst for female freedom.

Nymphomaniacs

After the first day of their business trip came to a close, Laura (left) and Nora (right) finally arrived at their hotel room. It was a lavish suite with a big bed, a large window overlooking the beach, and a marble bathroom. Their colleagues in the office had already placed bets on whether the two rivals could last three days together without wanting to strangle each other. But instead the air was thick with sexual tension as the door closed behind them. Laura stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She undid her bun so that her shiny brown hair fell to her shoulders. She turned to face Nora, who was standing with arms akimbo close behind her. Their bodies were mere inches apart. "So," Laura said, her voice almost whispering, "shall we get comfortable?" She gestured towards the bed, inviting Nora to take a seat. Nora followed Laura's gaze, her eyes traveling up and down Laura's body, taking in every curve. She took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "Definitely," she said, "I think that would be a wonderful idea."

With one swift motion, she pushed Laura gently onto the bed, landing on top of her. Their tongues danced together as Nora's hand roamed across Laura's breast. She reached down to unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra. With a growl, Nora yanked Laura's bra free, sending it flying across the room. She cupped Laura's breasts in her hands, kneading them roughly, eager to feel bare skin against bare skin. As soon as Nora's bra was off, Laura rolled them both over so that Nora was now pinned beneath her. "I want you to feel how much you turn me on," Laura breathed, her breasts brushing against Nora's. "You're so wet," Nora whispered, running her fingers through the dampness between Laura's legs. Laura arched her back, her nails digging into Nora's shoulders as she felt the pleasure coursing through her body. "Do you think you can handle me?" she asked. Laura smiled, her eyes meeting Nora's. "Oh, I think I can handle you just fine," she replied, before pulling down her panties. Nora did the same and it became clear that they couldn't forget their rivalry even during sex. 

They opened their legs, crossed their thighs and began mixing their flowing juices with their aroused clits. The lustful, shared symphony of their moans made it clear that they had longed for this moment. Their wet pussies coated each other with their nectars to ensure their respective sexual dominance. Hip thrust after hip thrust, trib after trib, Laura and Nora lost themselves completely in this two-way, nymphomaniac showdown of womanhood. A chilly storm rattled the windows and waves crashed onto the shore, but their hot bodies writhed in climactic frenzy as it boiled between their thighs.