Sex Wrestler

I was interviewing Adira, the Amazonian redheaded wrestler, for my story. Or, was I writing the story to get close to her hard muscle and the perfume of her sweat.Whichever one it was, I couldn't keep her out of my mind, or out of my dreams. Just last night, I was I'm in the ring, wrestling with her. She twisted my arm, but I escaped and pushed her against the ropes. Suddenly the world was topsy-turvy and I braced for impact against the canvas.
In that moment I was only vaguely aware that Adira had climbed on top of me. But I was totally aware of the touch of her skin against my body, of her bikini top pressed tightly against my chest, of.