To a novice sexfighter or even a moderately experienced one, every kiss must be pomp and circumstance – dynamite and destruction – speed and spasm … but as one battle turns to the next, such fighters learn. A sexfight between women is one of attrition in its purest sense. A slow build of passion and lust – a delicate and methodical pulling of one’s rival past their limits, resistance, and desire to prove themselves the better woman.
It is only when the end approaches that speed and ferocity are useful – when one rival has forgotten the control over their body they once had, and the urge to release and allow her enemy to push them into ecstasy trumps all else.
A Slow Build
