A Round in the Sheets: Yoko Littner & Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Arlise started to declare, when Yoko pulled away from their kiss, that the other redhead was not allowed to go anywhere. She only made it through half of "you're" before her tug on the back of Yoko's head had the desired effect. Now Arlise aggressively pressed her way into the kiss, leaning into Yoko's mouth to capture it with disregard for the idea that she was the woman now on the bottom of their exchange. Didn't mean her lips couldn't smother the other redhead's.

Only a small part of her mind acknowledged while she worked the kiss that Yoko's warm, inviting legs were sliding over hers in a way that was not solely sensual and intimate but also highly dangerous for a woman squarely planted on her back. Nor did she worry overly much about Yoko pulling her hand free from her groping - this was typical between two women as intense as they were. Lise gripped more tightly against Yoko's ass in refusal to let go, but her fingers soon slipped free, leaving it to bounce back into place.

Alarm did strike Arlise when Yoko went for her the one arm that was still grappling her, and at the same time, she realized that Yoko's legs had captured her own and invaded the space between them. A small gasp poured from her mouth into Yoko's as she strained to squeeze them back together, but it was too late. Yoko got her hands pinned over her head, and the more dangerous aspect of the grapevine struck - Arlise could feel her legs being spread into an uncomfortably immobile position. A position that brought the utmost attention to a highly heated part of her. A moan more carnal than pained left her lips at the sensation of having herself parted and trapped.

Another matching one followed when Yoko slid her body over the top of Arlise's, and the Belgian blinked up through partly-lidded eyes at her opponent. Intense and frustrating at the same time... how did Arlise keep ending up feeling like this, lately? "I don't do much... betting on the endgame. I just like to savor it."

She struggled, wriggled, but couldn't get anywhere. That seemed an alright result for the moment.

[ragaz]

It seemed that Arlise was really enjoying the feel of Yoko's tushie and to be fair, Yoko was really enjoying it being touched by Arlise. However, as determined as Lise was, Yoko was even more determined to secure a grapevine hold on the beauty below.
Arlise moaned into Yoko's mouth and Yoko moaned back as the two women clashed their lips and tongues, neither woman seeming capable of resisting the urge to have a little fun despite them actively competing.

Eventually, Yoko secured a full grapevine hold on Arlise and had her right where she wanted her - below. Yoko started slowly spreading those sexy legs to the sides so that rolling her over would be a herculean task for Arlise. When it was time to part lips and start the part that Yoko was excited about - grinding her body up and down Arlise's divine frame, the seductive redhead gave Yoko an interesting answer, to which Yoko had an interesting comment of her own.

Yoko would lean in to the captured woman, cheek to cheek and whisper her in the ear seductively. Then lets savor it... Together. Arlise really was a seductive woman, even if she wasn't trying. Her body was arousing Yoko and the way she talked was quite arousing as well...
With the first lap complete, Yoko would continue to slowly drive her body up and down, applying friction to their skin and making their bras shift position a little with every movement. Yoko's erect nipples are sure to be noticed by Arlise. MMhm... Ohhh... A few low, quiet moans would escape Yoko's mouth before she would arch her body against Arlise's digging her belly down before every time she'd drive it upwards across the Belgian's counterpart.

[Winter]

Arlise suspected what would come next. Much as she would claim that lately she had been forced into these precarious positions during matches, she had often sought this situation with a few flings in the past, as well. That certainly did not make the sensation of Yoko's body grinding against hers any less incredible - not when all the questions as to their current shared state of excitement were answered in seconds.

In fact, as Lise tried to relax slightly, knowing that she didn't have much of an immediate opportunity to escape and might as well enjoy Yoko's bodily onslaught, she thought at least she might lose her top as every slide of their currently-extremely-perky curves slid it in a different direction. Not... entirely a problem, but she glanced at their entangled cleavage in suspect.

All the while, Lise moaned, and the only motion she chose to muster was to occasionally clasp her fingers around Yoko's hands as they trapped hers and wiggle her toes. "I take it this...", she managed, through heavy breaths. "...is why you got the bedroom reputation." Not the best small talk, but Lise was more than a touch distracted.

She puffed a touch of her own hair out of her face, finding that part of it was Yoko's draped over her.

[ragaz]

Since the moment they met, Yoko longed to be in a dominant position against her fiery opponent that Yoko was starting to admire more and more, both in an erotic way and in a competitive way, appreciating Arlise's fighting spirit. Every action, from escaping Arlise's mighty grip, to securing the woman in her own grasp, while grinding her own curvaceous as well as athletic body against Arlise's frame that looked and felt like it was sculpted by the Greek gods. It felt like that body had real power, while not giving up any femininity and seductiveness.

More or less, that kind of thoughts were running through Yoko's mind as she slowly and methodically ground her frame against Lise's. At this point,
the sense of sight was nearly useless, as Yoko could tell what was happening WAY more by using her sense of touch. She could feel nearly every muscle of Arlise, whether it was hardening or loosening. Yoko could feel every time Lise's chest and belly heaved, she could feel every breath Arlise took and how deep it was. Yoko felt Arlise's finger's clasp her hands harder and Yoko did the same, but not as a direct response, but more like a subconscious reaction of her body to the sensations that it was experienced due to so much feeling of such a perfect body. Even if Yoko was to continue fighting with her eyes closed, she would still be perfectly aware of what's going on and what Arlise is doing.

The straining, draining and rough, yet very enjoyable grinding was going on for minutes without any real change, other than their breasts were slowly popping out of their bras and both women were having an increasingly more ''authentic'' breast-to-breast experience. This of course, made plenty of room for some trivial chatting. I wonder what do you mean by ''this'', but I've got this reputation over time. Ohhh... Yoko paused herself since she couldn't quite resist a moan and looked down at her opponent. Yoko didn't notice this before, but Arlise's gaze was having a hard time turning away from the sight of the mashing of their half-naked cleavages. Well, that certainly a sight worthy of attention...
Aahh... Gradually getting more and more... OOaahh... Matches like these and I was doing... Hhhmm... Very well in these...
Yoko would continue to grind relentlessly even if the pain would keep building up infinitely from skin and muscles rubbing against skin and muscles, reddening seemingly to no limit. Meanwhile, a part of Yoko's hair would drape around Arlise's head, acting almost like a blanket for the heads of the two women while they stare at each other, or at each other's breasts... You seem to have a bit of experience in these kind of matches... Uughh... Yourself...

[Winter]

Composure was hard to come by for the currently flattened half of the redheaded pairing, and she could barely think about the words shared between them, much less her means of escaping Yoko's grinding grapevine. Certainly a part of her was dismissive of the idea of escaping altogether, but that little voice could not win out yet. Every time Yoko's body slid over hers, kissing her body with soft warm skin but also rubbing her red and straining her muscles, that voice tried to become louder.

Lise had given into soft, quiet gasps by the time Yoko was done retorting, and still hadn't acted to respond. Then again, she needed another moment to get the strength back in her arms and legs if she planned to do anything too rash. All of her muscles were having a hard time relaxing. Might as well keep up this nice chat while her body and soul caught fire, and she finally pried her eyes away from their tops. If they fell off, they fell off.

"This... prowess. Positioning. And the hold. A grape- grapevine does not leave much... to the imagination... when we're dressed like this." She herself had surely used in times when her appeal was a weapon for her to wield against opponents. That was probably why Yoko must have thought the Belgian had experience in the art of the bedroom match. "Oh, of course... but I wouldn't call those encounters... a match..." She offered a crooked, slightly-arousal-drunk smile.

Okay, Arlise had to... act or she was going to be completely drunk off of this feeling. She swallowed and sucked in a breath to gather herself. "But this one... is..." With her own words as her cue, she wrenched her arms to try and free them from Yoko's grip. If she could manage, she planned to wrap her hands around Yoko's hips... and go for broke to roll the two of them over completely.

[ragaz]

Having such a woman as Arlise trapped in a dominant grapevine hold felt ecstatic for yoko. Driving her body into the woman's beneath her again and to make both a press and a grind. Both beauties were maintaining their composure, letting only small moans slip away, but otherwise looking into each others eyes with confidence. That confidence oozing from Arlise was one of the things that was turning Yoko on.
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing... Ohhh..." Yoko would pause as she would run another lap over Arlise, both of their bras seemingly falling past their nipples. "I would disagree, though. You can't see everything, but you can FEEL everything, which fuels the imagination, in my opinion." Yoko would run another lap as the ladies were discussing the matters.

"Oh, so you like to spend your free time with
some company, do you?"
Arlise wasn't resisting yokos hold for a while now, which made Yoko more lax and focused more on having a good time in her position. It seems that the fellow redhead took notice of this and acted quickly, snapping her arms out of the grapevine and going down. "Uhh, what's the hurry, oh hey..!" Yoko did not quite catch on until it was too late. Even with the legs in yokos grip and spread at a 45 degree angle, Arlise still managed to roll Yoko.

"Hhuuaaaa!!!" Yoko would groan out straining herself in resistance. She would grab onto Arlises hips as well and try to salvage the situation in an attempt to push back to try and stop her opponent mid way. If it was to bear fruit, then the fruit would be that both women would be facing each other laying on their sides.

If there was no fruit, then Yoko would simply end up the one being on the bottom and Arlise being on top.

[Winter]

Arlise certainly did not intend to make Yoko's prowess sound like a bad thing. "Then I must... be making not any sense," she breathed, lapsing in her English because she was so distracted. Who could blame her for speaking broken nonsense between Yoko's fantastic body becoming so intimate with hers and the other redhead's intense gaze staring down at her. There was probably something clever she could say in retort to Yoko's mention of their imaginations, but she was having to contribute what few thoughts she had left that were not lust-filled to plotting her escape.

She did muster enough coordination with her tongue to answer the "company" comment, though. "This is my free time... and you're my company..." The Belgian had no better way to spend free time than having these wrestling sessions, whatever they led to in the end. That wasn't what Yoko meant, she realized, but it did not make the statement any less true. For Lise, this was as entertaining as a night with amorous company.

But Lise did want to be on top lest Yoko rub her entire figure to exhaustion. Her escape from Yoko's grip was sudden and clean, and she had a handful of Yoko's supple hips in the next moment. The attempt to turn the beautiful redhead over was not as easy without Lise's having the use of her legs and strained her back and shoulder, but the soft mattress gave her enough purchase that she teetered onto her side - meaning Yoko teetered too.

The Belgian threw her weight into Yoko, but with their tangled legs she could only bump her breasts against Yoko's. No turning her over, hmm?

Arlise's brimming desire gave her another idea. She took her hands off of Yoko's hips as quickly as they had grasped there and tried to nab Yoko's pretty face at the cheeks - not roughly but firmly. Her intention?

To lay a smothering kiss on her lingerie-clad opponent.

[ragaz]

The two women were laying sideways, struggling to push their bodies into the opponent's for dominance, but neither let up so they ended up in a stalemate, so Yoko managed to stop Arlise after all. Their legs continued to tense, twitch and rub against each other. The skin to skin sensation was euphoric for Yoko. Though their bodies and especially their breasts were pushing into each other due to close proximity which only added to the euphoria.

Arlise did stop pushing, but Yoko noticed that her focus clearly shifted when Arlise let go of yokos buttocks and her arms went up. Yoko was expecting a bear hug in this situation, but it was something else entirely. "What are yommmhhmm...?" Yoko got interrupted by a sweet kiss.

Yoko was really lusting to maintain touch with the gorgeous woman, be it their lips, arms, legs, bellies, breasts or whatever, this woman was genuinely charming and it was hard for Yoko to think straight. She could think straight enough to suspect this was a distraction, but she didn't didn't want to abandon the touch or the kiss, so she would make a compromise - she would use her free arms to try and wrap her right arm around Arlises neck and head in a frontal headlock while her left hand would grab onto her own right wrist to help maintain the hold and squeeze the beauty's neck.

[Winter]

Arlise buried her lips against Yoko's with an intensity that burned hot with passion and aggression, and she made her intentions clear with how she urged Yoko's face closer to hers that she did not plan on letting the other redhead come up for air anytime soon. Lise certainly cared nothing for air herself; between their partly-bare chests bumping and battling for space, their shapely legs all in an intimate tangle, and the sweet taste of Yoko's lips, Lise could compel herself to do little but to act on instinct. And instinct was telling her to dominate this beauty with a kiss.

She felt Yoko's breasts mash more tightly against her, and what might have been Yoko's arms snaked around her neck. Lise, in a fit of moaning, ignored whatever her opponent planned. Surely she would have Yoko melting from this kiss soon enough.

But Yoko latched on with those arms tightly. Tightly enough that Arlise whined a complaint against the other redhead's mouth. Maybe she shouldn't have ignored it. Arlise wrenched her head and Yoko's along with it, trying to wiggle free from the cinched-in headlock, but as it stood, the two of them were now completely locked in the kiss unless one of them let go.

Arlise wasn't going to let go anytime soon, though she winced from the pressure of the headlock.

[ragaz]

"mmmhpphmm..." Yoko moaned into her opponent's mouth. Arlise definitely engaged the kiss with commitment, but with time, both girls committed more and more. Yoko engaged with her tongue, licking and wrestling Arlises tongue into the corners of the joint mouth in order to assert dominance.

The feeling of Arlises body with her own, and that hot, confident personality, Yoko was really hoping she could enjoy Arlises company some more even after their match.

Most of all, it was impressive how Arlise, despite the headlock, was still fully committed into the kiss. Sure, she tried to wrench herself out but failed, because yokos grip was solid, but Yoko knew that Arlise could put far more effort into it if she truly desired so.
Yoko had a faint idea that Arlise wanted to force Yoko to breathe only through the nose and leave her short on oxygen after some time.
Witnessing the commitment to this and seeing this as a challenge, Yoko felt obliged to respond in kind. Arlise was cutting off her oxygen the same way after all.
Their pressing bodies actually played a big part on the oxygen thing, since a human being actually breathes more through the rest of the body than through nose alone and the harder they pushed into each other, the harder it would be to breathe. This would be more effective if one of them was on top of the other, but for now this felt like a stalemate since whenever Yoko tried to push, Arlise would match her