Aqueous Challenge

"The fading light glows orange on the water's surface while my shift is coming to an end and I'm preparing to go home.

My gaze drifted toward the pool – empty, or so I thought. Movement flickered near the shallow end. Two figures, barely visible through the gathering dusk and palm fronds. Guests weren't supposed to swim after sunset. Safety protocols. I should announce myself.

The words died in my throat. They weren't swimming.

Their thighs just below the turquoise water surface, two women facing each other naked, legs crossed, their bikinis lying discarded on the pool steps like battle flags left behind.

My breath hitches. I duck slightly behind a potted palm, pulse thudding in my ears. It’s the brunettes from Room 214 – the ones who arrived this morning giggling, arms linked, smelling like coconut sunscreen. Now? Now they’re locked together like fighters in some wet, forbidden arena.

Their pussies grinding together, a fierce mixing of sensuous fluids, accompanied by the splashing of water, aroused moans and mutual insults.

Their eyes are locked. No playful smiles now. Just raw, primal challenge. The one brunette surges forward again, harder, her clit wrestling with the other one’s. The water swirls around their joined thighs. Their pussies slap together wetly with each forceful grind, a slick, rhythmic sound.

It’s a fight. A desperate, beautiful contest where the only victory is the opponent’s ecstasy. I shouldn’t be watching. My cheeks burn. But my feet won’t move. It’s utterly captivating…"

Why women should sexfight

A key question for many who've not yet had any contact with woman-to-woman sexfighting is: what's the point of it? Why fight against orgasm when it's what you strive for in every other consensual sexual situation you can think of?

One major appeal lies in the tension between reaching shared, lustful heights and simultaneous competition for sexual control. In a sexfight, it's not about denying yourself or your opponent pleasure but weaponizing it. The goal is to make the other woman unravel first, to force her into that helpless, trembling climax while you remain as steadfast as you possibly can.

It's that very special feeling of success after a victorious duel, knowing that you were not only able to satisfy the other woman first, but that you were also able to keep your own libido in check – especially when your rival proved to be on par and you fucked bitterly for the decisive cum until the very last second.

In a contest of physical strength, it is not complicated to emerge victorious. But the raw intimacy of a sexfight and the cocktail of different emotions – arousal, anger, affection, aversion, self-confidence, self-doubt – require a high degree of self-control, seduction skills, and practiced handling of a woman's erogenous zones.

Another special feature of this martial art is that two women can practice it, regardless of their relationship to each other: rivals can continue to hate one another despite having made each other cum; lovers can vent any emotions non-violently and lie in each other's arms again after settling their disagreement; friends can explore the depths of their bond while exuberantly engaging in a fun test of strength. Whether you are girlfriends, colleagues, yoga partners, or want to explore your lesbian fantasies for the first time – anyone can sexfight each other if the chemistry is right.

You know she won’t stop until you’re wrecked – until you both lie next to each other sweat-slicked, and she basks in her triumph at your expense. But not today!  Her orgasm will be your trophy. Proof you made her lose control before you did. There is absolutely nothing wrong with burying the hatchet afterwards and continuing your togetherness in a much tender manner. But not before you've proven something to her and yourself.

Secret Desire

Living out lesbian sexuality is not welcomed everywhere in the world. But that shouldn't stop any woman from giving free rein to her desires. Dewi (red-haired) and Jaya (brunette) have known each other for years. Their relationship can be described as rocky. From friendship to ultimately enmity, they have had almost every possible relationship so far. But for some time now, there has been a sexual tension in their verbal exchanges that they hadn't felt in a long time.

Their picture-perfect rivalry suddenly became steamy whenever they met. And as is always the case with sexually charged hostilities, it had to boil over at some point. A sexfight was now inevitable.

To escape curious or judgmental eyes and ears, they retreated to the normally locked roof of the apartment complex where they lived. It was hot and wet that evening, just like Jaya and Dewi. The setting sun bathed their feminine, naked bodies in a pleasant light. As they opened their thighs to each other and let their vulvas and clits meet, Dewi and Jaya felt this slippery interplay begin to unleash their lust. This wasn't the first time they had been so intimate with each other. Even as teenagers, they had experimented with what two women could do together in bed. But today it was no longer a game, but pure, sensual seriousness.

They tried not to be too loud so as not to attract unnecessary attention, but they couldn't and didn't want to suppress their moans. It simply aroused them too much to perceive with all their senses how they were doing it hard to each other, as only two lesbians in competition could. They explored corners of their desire that could only be penetrated with the ferocity of a sexfight. Clinching like two exhausted boxers, they tried to show each other that only one could be the better – and both claimed this title for themselves...

Olympic Village

Los Angeles, Summer 2028 – The Olympic Village during the Games is notorious for hosting intimate encounters between athletes from all over the world. This is not surprising when you consider that many athletic, attractive people live in one place for several weeks and sometimes a lot of time passes between individual competitions.

Brazilian beach volleyball player Fernanda (right) and Puerto Rican artistic gymnast Márcia (left) felt an instant attraction the first time they lay eyes on each other. Almost every evening they met for hot, wet lesbian sex that couldn't have been more orgasmic. But then Scottish sport climber Kirstin caught the attention of the two Sapphic Latinas. Both wanted her, neither was willing to share, and thus their sexual relationship fell apart. However, that didn't mean their thighs closed for each other.

Márcia and Fernanda spent one last passionate evening together, fucking each other like never before, but this time not to reach shared heights – instead, it was a fight. A tribadic duel, clit to clit, to assert the victor's right to claim Kirstin's lust for herself. Their slick, slippery vulvas slid over each other as if the outbreak of their dispute had multiplied their capacity for conceiving sexual pleasure. They almost forgot that they were competing against each other and reverted to their original behavior of mutual satisfaction. But when Kirstin entered the room and, knowing full well what was going on, sat down in a chair to watch Fernanda and Márcia's sexfight, they remembered the price at stake. They then rammed their pussies together even harder, wildly trying to force their rival to reach the zenith of pleasure first.

Incredibly aroused, Kirstin watched the steamy, sweaty spectacle, listened to the moist noises, and couldn't wait to have sex with both of them, no matter who won.