Karate Kink

The slight stench of body odor permeates my senses as my opponent approaches me from a choke behind hold. His sweaty body grips me in sticky skin against skin. In a few seconds, I have flipped him on his back, using my leg muscles for power and leverage in a bent over squat. I practice my choke holds, headlocks, and other self-defense moves with gusto. In another hold, we hold hands as if in a handshake as I spin towards him and use the force to jab him with my elbow to the ribs. I grip his shoulder now over my right side and flip him to the ground, finishing off with a play kick to the head.

There is something about flipping men twice my size on their backs (or martial arts in general) that is a little... kinky. I come to class not only eager for a great workout, but eager to release sexual tension and frustrations. Karate boys are a bit of a turn-on for me, particularly good looking ones like my instructor, and another white belt student with a black belt in Kenpo style. So far, they haven't let me be the attacker they throw around much, but when I am, I love that too. The idea of rough play and wrestling is very appealing to me. Push and pull domination and being pinned to the floor. Legs kicking air and flailing around to put up a good fight.

The instructor has already invaded my dreams.

Somehow, I got in trouble at "work", which ended up looking more like the inside of a church than an office. I was minding my own business checking emails when my instructor comes up from behind and whispers something in my ear. Before I know it, we're lying in a bed together as he spoons me close to him and starts to grind. He enters me and I am elated. Sweet, slow movements as we undulate under covers, trying not to draw attention to ourselves with others in the room. The lighting is dim and we continue our movement.

Sex dreams are becoming more common for me lately, and I like it. Though in reality, I am convincing myself that my instructor is married with kids because I consider instructors inappropriate playing field, I appreciate my subconscious thoughts and I don't mind the invasion.