The Battle. [MF] [Breeding]

I think I'm stronger than him, but he's got both his hands.

I am Tallia, and I am fighting for the right to breed.

The man I am fighting today is named Markus. He's been around a while and he knows a few tricks. I saw him take down a tawny bitch called Jessica just two weeks ago, and when he was done with her she was walking oddly, to say the least. He uses his lower centre of gravity to upend the women he fights, and to be very honest, they aren't used to that. Most men carry themselves in a manner that is far too upright, much too high for combat … probably a side effect of the aggressive display behaviour that works so well when doing battle with other men. But he knows better. Women have wide hips, heavy chests, so they tend to carry themselves lower in combat. Unlike almost every other male champion in the circuit today, he understands that and compensates.

Held Down and Fucked. [Mm] [Sissy Domination]

There are days when coming home is bad idea. Michael makes those days seems quite frequent. I am a bulked up sissy, and Michael fucks me against my will.

I am a cop, and to make extra money I train other cops in hand to hand combat. They are usually tired old bastards wanting to boost their egos by punching a kick pad. The type of degenerates who fuck dirty tricks during their shift, then shag their wives with their still rancid cocks just hours later. I have no respect for them, and when we spar I make a point to kick their pathetic asses all over the gym. Listening to them talk, it is amazing to me any of them stay married for any amount of time at all.

My wife left me years ago. She was the smart one.

Michael sometimes threatens to not use any lube, and one day I expect he might follow through with the threat. If he did, I would probably like it anyway.

We met while I was working.