The Custom

I tapped my finger against the screenplay which Tess, my friend, and sometimes lover, had given me. “This is just sex. There isn’t any wrestling.” It was supposed to have been a custom script for a fetish wrestling video.

Tess turned to the next page: “Yes, the roles are profoundly erotic. But it’s the wrestling that determines who plays which character.”

I made what I hoped was a cute grunt to indicate my disbelief as I adjusted my butt into a more comfortable position on the side of my bed. While the gold bikini I was wearing did a good job of displaying the glories of my bosom, it wasn’t made for sitting.

The fact that Tess was similarly attired, albeit in a red bikini, made it difficult to concentrate on my reading but I soon realized that she’d been right. One character had the dominant role while the other was submissive.

Tess pulled the script out of my hand before I’d gotten to the last page. I pushed her onto her back. There was no way that I was going to just hand her the alpha role!