Introduction

What to know about me? A lot of things I suppose. I’m a Pisces, a Midwest girl, a Cubs fan, a nerd, and a school secretary. I’d also say I’m a young mother but after having four kids, being young is something of a hollow comfort after pushing them all out. I’m also bisexual but I suppose that plays into things later.

None of that is relevant for many of you though, so I’ll say this. From a very young age I was competitive and really rather aggressive. If I saw something I wanted, I took it, be it a doll, a stuffed animal, or a friend. Suffice to say my mother got plenty of phone calls from my preschool and kindergarten about me pushing girls or pulling their hair. Though frankly she’s one to talk, she’s not exactly a saint herself. While I did shape up more as a got older, realizing a bully is a lonely person, that element of me has never gone away and has always simmered under the surface. I’ve managed to let it out in some controlled environments a few times as well as a few uncontrolled ones at that.

As time progressed, I also realized that this tenacity, this fire, came with no shortage of arousal and satisfaction. Suffice to say, it wasn’t unheard of to catch me rewatching catfights in movies or soap operas or lingering in the doorway when my brothers watched wrestling and there was a ladies’ match on. As I discovered that the very tension of possible conflict was my spice of life, I was quick to assert my dominance in much more subtler ways than pushing girls down and taking their toys. I still took their toys (ie boys they liked) but was much more smooth about it. Hard eye contact, forced smiles, and some decent working out proved in high school that it was still true that if I wanted something, I simply had to take it. I went through seven boyfriends in high school, culminating in an unplanned pregnancy senior year (quite the parable on lust). And that isn’t even going into the weird flings I had with girlfriends of mine over the years.

But in the end, being a single mom with my first kid, I had to hunker down. I did my best to change. Behaved, turned the other cheek, play the nice girl. And while it won me a sexy, caring, and good husband (along with several other kids in quick succession) that other side of me never really left. And if you thought my natural competition was bad, my mother bear instinct is even worse. Any woman who gave my kids so much as a sour look was getting dragged by the hair in my imagination. And so it has stayed.

So who am I? I’m a bitch but a bitch who is trying to be better. But here? I want to let the bitch out.

What I am mainly looking for on here is connecting with other moms and women my age who have this deep desire for conflict. It can be catfighting or wrestling, so long as it is up close fighting that pits rivals against each other. I’m not disgusted by boxing but it isn’t as appealing to me. I’ll discuss it but don’t expect too much.

I’m mostly going to be looking to chat experiences, fantasies, and general thoughts on the topic with other women, specifically if it also turns you on. But I am also open to attempting cyber or online roleplay if you display a creative (and dirty) mind.

The setups can be varied, from the more grounded to the fantastical. I’m a fan of sci-fi and fantasy so those aren’t out of the realm of possibility for roleplay. I’m also interested in the idea of family vs family fights. If those appeal to you, we may have something to discuss.

And finally, men. Yes, I realize the idea of women fighting or even sneering at each other is enough to get you hot, bothered, and makes it hard to think. And I bet you have all sorts of wives, mothers, sisters, and daughters you’d like to see go up against me. Well I have no interest in that. I appreciate some sexy men’s wrestling with stakes certainly but if you interest me, I’ll let you know. Any reaching out to me will just get you silence. Sorry.

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