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.

Nothing is more intense than when a deeply personal rivalry takes on sexual dimensions. Wet thrusts are acts of resentful aggression, the aroused moans of the enemy are auditory gratification, and orgasms are statements of one's own sensual superiority. The fight continues to absolute exhaustion, until the dominance of one woman is beyond question or both prove themselves to be equal to each other.

An ecstasy without equal

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A Lesson in Tribadic Humility

"What a rush! That was...absolutely exhilarating! I can't believe this bitch actually tried to outdo me in a sexfight. The look on her face when she realized she couldn't match my moves...priceless. She strutted into the club tonight with that smug smile, thinking she had the upper hand just because she's been bragging about her so-called "skills" in bed. But I've seen her dance before, and I knew she was all talk.

The way our bodies moved against each other, the heat, the passion...it was like we were in a dance battle, but with a much more intimate prize. She was good, no doubt about it. The way she teased and taunted me with her eyes, the way she used her pussy on mine, trying to throw me off balance - it was a nice performance. But I had my own moves up my sleeve, and I wasn't about to let her win without a fight.

I could feel her energy, her confidence, as she slammed her clit against mine, but I remained unfazed. I knew that in a trib, it's all about stamina and creativity. So, I waited for my moment, my heart racing, my skin slick with sweat, our legs entangled in a dance of dominance. And when she least expected it, I switched up the rhythm, took the lead, and didn't let go.

Her eyes grew wide as I pushed back, my thighs pressing into hers with a newfound force. She tried to regain control, but I was relentless. I watched her face as she began to lose her composure, her breaths turning to gasps, her eyes glazed over with passion. That's when I knew I had her. With a final, powerful grind, she buckled under the pressure, her body quivering with pleasure. And there it was - the sweet sound of her submission, the ultimate proof that I was the better woman in every sense.

As she lay there, panting and spent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. But it wasn't just about winning; it was about proving to myself that I'm not just good at dancing - I'm untouchable. I can't wipe the smug smile off my own face. She had her chance to prove herself, and she fell short. I showed her tonight that she shouldn't mess with me lightly, in the most intimate dance-off we've ever had."

We published a book

 

We're delighted to announce that after more than half a year of writing, our first book is now available for purchase in both English and German.

The Amazon's Bliss, or Amazonenwonne, is the world's first handbook that deals with lesbian sexfighting in detail and seriously - written from the knowledgeable perspective of practicing sexfighters.

The book contains descriptions of various types of sexfighting, tips and tricks for newcomers, personal experiences, and a review of the history of sexual (or sexualized) competition between women. While it's primarily aimed at curious women, anyone interested in the subject should enjoy reading it.

You can purchase your copy from various online shops, e.g. here:

In English:

Bookmundo.com

Amazon

Auf Deutsch:

- Amazon.de

- epubli.com

- Thalia.de

- Hugendubel.de

We would like to point out that the book will not be available as an e-book for the time being, and that one should not expect erotic reading full of fantasies, as it is a non-fiction book.

It starts with the eyes and ends between the legs

Ah, the timeless dance of seduction, that can often begin with the simplest of gestures - a flutter of the eyes, a lingering gaze, the promise of what lies beneath the surface. It is in this realm of non-verbal communication that a sexual duel between two women may commence, a silent yet potent battle of desire and dominance. Imagine two women, strangers perhaps, or rivals, lock eyes across the room. The first volley is fired - a look that speaks of challenge, curiosity, and the unspoken question, "Do you dare?". It is a silent declaration of intent that the other cannot help but notice.

The eyes, those windows to the soul, are the opening gambit in this intimate skirmish. They size each other up, seeking vulnerability, confidence, or perhaps a spark of reciprocity. A subtle arch of an eyebrow, the dilation of pupils, the slightest twitch of the lips - each microexpression is a clue to the other's thoughts and feelings. It is here, in the eye contact, that the initial connection is made, the first line drawn in the sand. But they do not merely reflect attraction; they are the instruments through which it is communicated, the silent whispers of "I see you," "I want you," and "I dare you". This visual interplay is a game of power and allure, where the intensity and duration of the gaze can speak volumes about ambition.

As the tension builds, the bodies of these two combatants may begin to move closer, drawn together by an invisible force, like magnets to metal. And so, it is between the legs where the decisive battle is waged, where the fire in the eyes meets the heat of the flesh. As their vulvas intertwine, as one woman's clit presses against the other one's, the duel reaches new heights. Whether the outcome is a passionate embrace or a parting of ways, the contest has been played out, the tension released in a burst of sensuality that began with a simple look, a silent challenge that grew into a womanly match for sexual power.

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.

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.

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!"

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.

Hard Stimuli

Sexfighting means constant motion. The wet pussies intertwine in circular movements and the women also circle around one another like two lionesses digging their claws into each other. So their clits claw at each other with hostile intent to force their rival to ecstasy. It's hard not to get lost in the hedonism of the moment as the gracefully naked, feminine bodies, shimmering with the sweat of battle, tremble with pleasure. But the girl who just lies statically on her back and doesn't respond to the thrusts and grinds, has already lost. Keep the pussyfight going at all costs so you aren't made cum helplessly!

Youthful hot-bloodedness

When two young-blooded, hotheaded girls meet in a tribadic storm that would drive many women insane with uncontrollable lust, their wrestling pussies and clits are literally swimming in a lake of wet desire. Orgasm after orgasm causes their reserves to dwindle, but the fighting is only interrupted by short cooling breaks. It's as if this concentrated youthful power is sending them to a place where there is nothing but this tribfight. A rage builds up that bursts out in sudden furious thrusts, causing their cunts to rub against each other with such ferocity that one should beware of sparks. Neither grants the other even the slightest victory, hate and lust merge and create energy, and every attempt to take control is immediately reciprocated. But every sexfight has to come to a decision at some point and then it will become clear which woman was able to prove her dominance in fucking.

An ode to the boundlessness of the female spirit

In a world where the rhythm of life pulsates with an irresistible allure, it is the women who hold the key to its deepest mysteries. They are the embodiment of bliss, the source of life's elixir, and the catalysts of passion's flame. Their bodies, like sacred temples, house the secrets of creation, and their touch awakens dormant desires, setting hearts ablaze with an insatiable hunger.

Within the realm of womanhood lies a power that transcends the mundane, a power that weaves together the tapestry of life itself. It is in the curves of a woman's form, the sway of her hips, and the softness of her lips that the essence of passion finds its home. She is an enchantress who wields her sensuality as both a weapon and a gift.

When two confident women stand apart, their spirits entwined in a dance of seduction and competition, it is in their rivalry that a primal fervor awakens. As these women engage in their sexual contest, a storm of ecstasy swirls around them, electrifying the very air they breathe. Their bodies become battlegrounds, each trib, each caress a weapon of pleasure, irresistible and intoxicating. 

No longer confined by societal norms or conventional restraints, their womanly conflict becomes a journey of liberation. In this realm of unbridled ardour, boundaries dissolve, and inhibitions shatter like fragile glass. They embrace their primal instincts, surrendering to the depths of their sapphic desires, as they explore the uncharted territories of the competitive act. They unlock the ancient secrets of their feminine power, and in doing so, become goddesses of clit-on-clit frenzy.

As the waves of climax subside, a sense of fulfillment washes over them. They are forever changed, forever bound by the flames of sexfighting that burn within them. Their duel has awakened a dormant force, for in this world where women are the source of life and passion, their clitoral competition becomes an ode to the boundlessness of the female spirit.

The spirit of Olympia

Sport is a core element of our civilization. People have been competing with each other since prehistoric times, in all cultures. It particularly stimulates the sexual drives. The feeling of victory, of physical superiority, is equivalent to an orgasm. This is especially true for sports that involve full physical effort, such as wrestling. It's no surprise that a sexual contest between women is a natural consequence. The gracefully strong bodies shine from the sweat of the showdown and the uninhibited body contact. Erogenous zones touch and rub against each other in the heat of the fight, so that these contacts are increasingly actively sought. This cat-and-mouse game continues until both can no longer contain themselves and the wrestling match culminates in a burst of tribadic fury.

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