Found this through Google the other day and thought I would share this with Catfight Report readers.
Ladies! Learn from this woman. :)
Gentleman! Likewise. :)
My Husband's Catfight Fetish Ch. 01
Chapter 1: The Discovery
Like most women who know about their husbands' catfight fetish, I discovered Eric's interest by stumbling onto his cache of videos and dvds. He was out-of-town on business, and I was determined to investigate the contents of a locked cabinet, which he claimed held only business papers.
When I'd finally worked the lock open, I was surprised. I was expecting love letters from former girlfriends or maybe even a current mistress, not a media extravaganza. As I popped the first disc into the dvd player, I couldn't imagine why he was hiding movies from me. After all, I'd even shown some enthusiasm for his "manly" action films and think Jean Claude is a hotty!
When the first scene materialized before me—two women, rolling around on a living room rug, pulling hair and ripping each other's clothes to shreds—I was flabbergasted. What did this mean? Was Eric having an affair with one of these women? Were they fighting over him?
Spellbound, I previewed disc after disc and videotape after videotape, and it became clear that even my husband's sexual stamina couldn't sustain him through all these women. Besides, some were clearly not his type, and some, to be honest, looked frankly as if they had quite a few miles on them.
A few of the movies seemed to reflect some thought in the development of plot or scenario, with the women discussing their differences before throwing down. Some were obviously straightforward wrestling matches or boxing matches, a few with referees; while still others depicted two women entering a room and immediately beginning to tear and claw at each other with no prompting at all.
In the best of them, the acting was convincing; but, in the worst, the two women just seemed to roll around and barely suppress their laughter. In several, I was convinced that there was no acting at all; and this genre often led to bloody noses and split lips.
I'm not a naïve woman. After an hour or so of watching—barely making a dent in Eric's collection—I felt I'd put together the most likely hypothesis: my husband had a catfight fetish! Of course, I knew that most men enjoyed the idea of this sort of thing. How else would one account for all the titillating commercials, whenever a catfight was written into the script of a movie or TV show?
Read the rest and please leave your comments here!
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=143650
1 comment:
really nice, you gave to your haspent happines without anybody get heard, you did well, in this way you make your self more desire to him, keep share his fantasy with him, he will adore you.
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