My body was pressed against his hard slack and colliding underneath the agonizing tension, he lowered his mouth to mine and his tongue darted to run across my bottom lip. My core throbbed under his touch and my thighs clenched hard when he thrusted...
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MIA FAYE
Belief- yeah, that's the word to begin with.
Where there's belief, there ought to be a promise made behind, sometimes halfway fulfilled, sometimes forgotten or worst, broken. I've gone through each stage and the world that we live in made me a realist. I see the good in things but my mind knows what lies behind that beautiful smile or that perfect laugh. It's a façade, a picture that we try to live in and when the time comes, we let go.
The sixteen to twenty-four foot square padded area or precisely the ring was a place where the fighters seemed to pour their years of anger, frustration and resentment into hard punches. Barely acknowledging the presence of the opponent, the mere aim was to fight through, knocking their rivals until they were forced to give up the fight.
The room was packed with enthusiastic supporters, many of whom held posters and signs to stand for the fighter they were rooting for. The music blasting through the speakers, at every corner felt like a shot of adrenaline to the mind and all at once, you could see the crowd swaying to the beats. My eyes were glued to the ring, the pupils dilating to and forth between the two fighters. Their gaze never left each other's face as they circled round with a tensed expression, preparing to lunge forward.
"And fight!" The loud voice of the referee echoed through the speaker, making the crowd shout in total excitement.
As soon as the referee spoke, one of the guy pounced forward and swung a fist punch slightly below the chin, earning a shout of pain from the other fighter. Blood spurred out of the corners of his mouth as he bent down to spit out the red saliva.
"Oh come on! You call this a punch?"
My head immediately turned towards the angered voice, a frown playing on my face. My eyes trailed to the standing figure as I watched her side with arms crossed. Her eyebrows were furrowed, fingers pinching the bridge in between her eyes, her red hair scattered over her back as she mumbled incoherent words under her breath.
"Really Ines?" I arched my brow at her behavior.
She looked down at me, raising her shoulder in question as if I asked her something wrong.
"What? He punches like a fucking grandma." She fired back, pointing a finger to the ring.
"You've got to be kidding me." I shook my head in absolute disbelief.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, she flumbed back to her chair as she turned her body to my side, adjusting in her seat.
"No but seriously, I punch better than that." She mumbled, grabbing a packet of chips from my bag.
Rolling my eyes at her words, I took a few chips from the packet and popped them into my mouth. She slapped my hand the second time as I was about to grab a few more, shooting me a glare.
