He's a master of karate and friendship for everyone.

I like the rough and tumble, that's a given by now: getting dirty, putting up a fight. It's so much more fun when you have to work for it. Don't get me wrong, sometimes there is nothing better than long, slow lingering love making with tender glances and strong embraces. It's lovely the morning after getting the shit kicked out of you.

I can be sweet and romantic as the next girl. It's just that my idea of a night of romance leaves scrapes and scratches and funny looking bruises in weird places.

"I need a wall." He said. Alrighty then. We moved into the foyer, since that was the only area where there was any free wall space. We both looked at the door and nodded with approval. He shoved me against the door and grabbed my arms, I twisted and pushed forward and he pushed me back against the door. He laughed a little, I don't think he was expecting me to fight back. I didn't either, actually. It just seemed like a fun thing to do at the time.

With my arms trapped in his grip, he lifted me over his head. My breath was forced out of my body as he bounced me around in the air. He sat me down and lifted me up again, this time with his arms wrapped right around my torso. My chest was crushed as I went over his head again and I gasped and groaned breathlessly. He let me down a little until I was resting on one foot and slipped his fingers in my cunt. I was a little afraid he was going to try and lift me up by my pussy. Still, I would have let him try.

But he put me down and in some fancy kung-fu move he dropped me and had me pinned to the floor. I felt his weight on top of me and he whispered in my ear, "You okay?" I laughed and nodded with my face pressed down against the wood. "Want to do it again?" I nodded vigorously and he pulled me up and wrestle mania-ed me down again. He kicked my legs apart. I made a lame attempt at closing them, just for fun and he knocked them open again. Just as I was expecting something shoved inside me, there was a pause. He lifted my right leg up and pulled, walking to the bathroom, dragging me along the floor with him, classic caveman style. All that was missing was a conk on the head with a big wooden stick. My tits slid and stuck against the floor and I lifted myself up slightly, walking on my hands while he pulled me behind him.

But to the bathroom?

"I didn't want you to get lonely, so I brought you with me." I looked behind me and saw him looking into the mirror.

"I lost a contact lens."

"Oh no!" I said, scanning the floor around me.

"It's okay."

"Can you see alright?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'll be fine."

"That sucks." I said as he yanked me back up.