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Clémentine's and Véronique's rivalry

The witness

Outrageous

Cunt War in Cancún

A unique opportunity

Overtime!

Roaring Waves

Brazilian temperament

The disturber of the peace

Beach Standoff

Tribadic teacher of mutual respect

Sexfight Olympics

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.