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The Final Round

The Regional Karate tournament had ended, and the auditorium of the D.R. Jones Center was empty, except for the two life long competitors aware that this was their last tournament.  Each had waited until the arena was empty to have one more private moment in the place that had meant so much in their personal development.  Hana entered from the East side of the auditorium and Jamal from the West.  

Neither had changed out of their Gis, and each carried a large duffel bag over a shoulder.  Hana laughed to herself and mumbled "fitting", to herself before moving toward Jamal who took her lead.  The pair met in the center of the room each wearing a coy smile upon their lips.  

"Fifty Fifty in all things until the end."  Jamal said.  And Hannah nodded, understanding his reference.  Each of them began competing here at the age of six, each was the star pupil of their school, and each now had the same number of trophies at the end of their last year before heading to college.  

"I have to admit I'm gonna’ miss it though."  Jamal said smiling confidently.  Despite their rivalry neither had allowed it to lead to animosity.  "You?"  He asked.  

"Absolutely" Hana replied feeling a tingling of competition rippling through her body.  "You think you're up for one more round, lay it bare between just us who wins?"

Laughing Jamal answered, "Sure. And what did you have in mind to lay it all bare between us."  

After a pause Hana answered.  "Hand slap game."

"Ok."  Jamal agreed tossing his bag aside.  "And what are the stakes?  What is the trophy to be won?"

A silence filled the space between them.  "I'm not sure.  You have any ideas."

Hana saw a coy smile move across Jamal's face, and hoped she was right about what he wanted.  

"You said lay bare, one garment a point.  The trophy is the image of your competitor stark naked in this dark empty space." He said gesturing toward the darkened bleachers.

It was exactly what Hana wanted. She nodded as calmly as possible in ascent before tossing her gym bag aside as Jamal had done.  They each took a step towards each other and Jamal extended his hands towards her palms down.  "Your idea, you're up first."

Slowly Hana moved her hands beneath Jamal's lightly brushing her fingertips against the palms of his hands, before moving with all the speed she could manage.  Her hands flew up and came down on nothing.  She bit her lip as she brought her hands back, palms facing down.  

Jamal gently brought his lower lip into his mouth, and the movement caught Hana's attention as his hands sprung upwards before coming down against her knuckles. 

"One point."  He said.  Hana noticed a nervousness in his voice that she had never heard before. She stepped back and untied her top before tossing the shirt unceremoniously atop her bag.  Jamal's eyes moved bashfully over her body.  Hana watched his eyes move from her flat torso and pausing sheepishly and fixating on the cleavage escaping her bra.  

Hana brought her hands forward again, palms facing down.  Jamal smiled nervously, the confidence she had come to associate with him nearly gone.  He forced his eyes to meet hers again, and as he brought his hands up they moved slower than Hanna ever imagined possible before coming down on air.  Jamal shook his head in dismay, as he tried to bring his focus away from Hana's newly exposed flesh and brought his hands out palms down.  

Her fingers touched Jamal's palms and slowly she brushed them back and forth, and then moved them up.  Hana's hands came down squarely on Jamal's knuckles and now it was his turn to step back.  He untied his shirt and tossed it onto his bag.  Hanna took the site of his muscular chest in and the flatness of his toned stomach.  In the dim light shadows accentuated each of the toned muscles.  Hana felt a wave of arousal move through her body at once.  Her nipples hardened and pushed with need against the fabric of her bra.  

Jamal stepped forward and extended his hands palm down. His eyes moved from Hana's to the outline of her nipples lost and unprepared as Hana's hands came up and down hard against his knuckles.  A wave of excitement moved through Hana as Jamal stepped back and loosened the waistband of his pants and pulled them down.  Hana saw his cock pressing forcefully against his boxer briefs.  Hana looked away quickly before returning her gaze and allowing Jamal to see the naked lust on her face.  'One more round, you need to focus.' She told herself. 

With a renewed confidence Jamal stepped forward for what could be the last round of their rivalry.  He watched Hana pull her eyes from his crotch before bringing her hands beneath his.  She drew circles with her fingers in his palms imaging holding him in her hands.  Hana closed her eyes and meditated on her accelerated heartbeat.  When she felt it slow, her body moved as it had been trained to do, moving with the grace and speed of 12 years of practice.  Jamal was no match.  

When she opened her eyes again he had not moved.  He met her eyes and held them

while he reached down to pull his erection free of his boxer briefs before pulling the last of his clothing down his body.  As Jamal rose to toss his boxer briefs aside Hana stared at his fully erect length.  It bobbed with his body as he held his arms outward.  "Congratulations," He said with sincerity in his voice.  "This image is your trophy."  

Hana stepped forward reaching down and taking his length in her hand.  Jamal shivered in pleasure his head moving up and his eyes closing as she began to stroke him.  When he opened his eyes he reached forward to steady himself, taking hold her Hana's bare shoulders.  "Can I...?"  He began to ask, before she cut him off.  "Yes," she answered as she and traced his lips with her tongue.  

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“Yoga is the journey of the self, through the self, to the self.”

–The Bhagavad Gita

Final Flight of the Osiris

Mallanaga Vātsyāyana

The Grappling Lesson

For the purposes of this tale, this is a Karate Gi, 



Karen eyes rose with a burning ferocity meeting those of her Sifu's.  Her fingers were locked in the lapel of his black gi, and his in hers.  Her legs were spread carefully to distribute her weight as she worked to use the larger man's weight against him.  They circled each other, bare feet on padded mat in the empty dojo. Today Karen had accepted an invitation to stay after  class to work on her throws and grapples.  The single story dojo consisted of mirrors and a large window toward the street from which moonlight illuminated the empty street outside.  Karen's body swayed as she tried to move her right leg to Haru's right side, while focusing on his hips and shoulders.  As she did Karen felt the muscles in his shoulders tense and then she was not standing at all.

"Damnit." Karen exclaimed while falling, knowing what was coming next.  Her back hit the mat, and in the moment she blinked from the impact Haru was on top of her.  His right calf was across her left thigh, pinning her with his foot between her legs.  He held his grip on her red gi, while using his fore arms to pin her arms back.  He smiled, "Better," he said before relinquishing his grip on her and standing up.  "Don't hesitate, you know the move makes sure it is a single movement.  Unbroken."  Haru held his hand down to her and helped her up yet again.

Standing, Karen arched her shoulder's cracking her back adjusted her purple belt and feltthe front of her gi opening.  The cold air in the room air conditioned room brushed against her body.  It was invigorating and she was ready to to try again.

"Ready?"  Her Sifu asked.

In response she stepped forward taking hold of his gi's flaps, again.  As Haru took hold of her opening gi Karen realized two things. His fingers now pushed against her purple sports bra and his grip on her was looser because the garment was falling away from her body.

"Visualize what you want, and commit to it."  Haru instructed her.  Her fingers tightened in his gi, and she became momentarily distracted by the feel of his taught chest beneath the cloth.  Karen imagined pinning him, straddling him and pushed the familiar fantasy away.

Two years ago on an excruciatingly  hot summer afternoon Karen had been wandering down the street and had caught site of a bare chested Haru leading a spin kicking exercise.  Absently she had wandered in to watch closer.  Opening the door she  felt a breeze of hot air hit her in the face, the studio's AC was clearly broken.  Without abandon Karen had watched  Haru's fluid movements as sweat moved down his body accentuating each of his muscles. 

"Hello."  He had called to her at the lesson's end, moving quickly toward her.  "Interested in lessons?" He asked while smiling and breathing hard.  The moment became locked in her mind.  Suddenly embarrassed Karen purchased a trial membership and gi, never intending to return.  But the image of the smiling half naked man stuck with her and she returned the next evening.  Even if her motives for entering the dojo's doors had been impure after the first month she was convinced this was the best thing her naked lust had brought her to, even if she never got off. 

The pair locked eyes.  "Ready?"  Haru asked and Karen nodded.  She moved her upper body back and forth, causing her gi to become looser, weakening Haru's hold of her.  Karen felt an involuntary smile on her face, as she moved her left leg to the right side of Haru's body.  But her smile betrayed her movement.  Haru spun away from her while using his elbow to push her body away from him.  The movement ended with Karen bent over on one knee, her left arm locked and her gi disheveled and open.  Haru released her and stepped back.

Karen turned back to him, pulling her gi loose from her body, leaving it open and feeling Haru's gaze take the image in for a moment, before the cool air caused her muscles to momentarily contract.

"Do you know where you went wrong?'  He asked.

"I smiled.  I shouldn't smile."  Karen answered.

The response caused Haru to smirk.  "You can and should smile, its nice to see you smile, but it lets people know about you in the moment."

"You're smiling now."  Karen said

Haru laughed.  "I am, and what does that tell you about me in this moment?"

"You're enjoying yourself."  She responded.

"I am, aren't you?"

"I am."  Karen answered with a shrug.

"I'm glad.  Do you want to adjust your gi?"

"No I'm good."

"Ok."  Haru said stepping forward and taking hold of her again.  Karen wrapped her fingers in the fold's of Haru's gi while studying his eyes, In an instant of conscious enjoyment she allowed her fingers to move across Haru's chest for a moment, and felt a shiver move through his body as he tried to suppress a smile.

"Don't hedge, trust your feelings and instincts."

Karen pushed against Haru with only the thought of his gi sliding away from his bare chest, totally distracted and lost to the fantasy that she had been pushing away for so long.  Haru moved his left leg back, pivoting and tossing Karen over his back.  The speed caused her to further loose track of herself, only to find herself pinned, each of her shoulder's were beneath Haru's knees and he was looking down at her with a smile.  "Visualize what you want, and commit to it." He said to her as she looked up at him from between his legs, past his chest into his eyes.  "If you become distracted you'll never get what you want."  He said rising off of her, and lowering a hand to help her back up.

Taking his hand Karen allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. She stretched her arms into the air with his words in her mind, as he quietly watched her.  Visualize what you want, and commit to it.'  Karen took a step toward Haru and they wrapped their hands in the folds of each other's gis again.  And she did.

"Ready?" Haru asked, but Karen did not hear the words, only saw the movement of his mouth.  She nodded and stepped forward, ducking below Haru's arm and pulling his gi with her.  The angle caused him to release her and as he did she pulled down hard on his gi, causing the garment to open as Haru fell to the ground.  Without hesitation Karen brought her knees down on his shoulders, pinning his arms as he smiled looking up her body.  "That was great."  He said in a pant, looking past her breasts to her obscured face.  Karen grinned knowing that her mouth was obscured by her chest from this angle.  "Ready to step it up?" Haru asked.  Karen stepped off of him slowly.  "Sure."

Reaching down Karen helped Haru up to his feet.  This time it was his turn to stretch out his back from the fall.  "Tell me when you're good."  He said.

"I'm good."  Karen said stepping up and taking hold of the open folds of his gi, savoring the view.  Haru took hold of the open flaps of her gi, allowing his knuckles to gently brush the smooth fabric of her purple sports bra.  She shuttered at the sensation and knew Haru felt it.  She nodded to him that she was ready, and could not have been more mistaken.  In a single movement lasting no more than a second Haru pulled her gi down to her forearms locking her arms behind her back.  This happened as he slid his right leg behind her's and used his hip to drop her to the ground.  Looking up she realized her body weight at the back of the gi was pinning her arms down.  Her upper body exposed to him as if in offering. 

"That's why we're careful with our uniforms," he said with a smile.  His leg was resting gently against her hip.  "Your gi is open."  Karen stammered defensively.  "You're right."  Haru acknowledged pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside.  Karen took in the site of his firm chest, following a bead of sweat down his firm stomach before disappearing from view down the waist of his pants.  Haru stood up and extended his hand down toward Karen, who was still trapped by her own body weight.

"Would you like help?'  He asked playfully.

"Yes, could you help me out of my shirt as well."  Karen answered and for a moments shocked by her own boldness.  Haru paused before kneeling down and pulling the sleeves of her shirt past her wrists.  With the top below her he helped her to her feet.  The two circle each other for a moment, each savoring the site before them and unsure how to proceed.

"Again?"  Haru asks.

"There's no gi to grab." Karen answers feeling  goosebumps roll over her exposed flesh.  Knowing it has nothing to do with the air conditioning.  In her head she hears Haru's words as clearly as she wants to feel his body against hers.  'Visualize what you want, and commit to it. Karen steps toward him taking his hand and bringing it open against her breast.  Haru leans down to kiss her as he massages her body through the thin, smooth fabric.  Karen's hands move to his waist pushing his black belt aside and loosening his pants.  She pulls them low enough for Haru to step out of them, which he does.  He stands before her wearing only his black belt, one hand on her breast, the other the back of her head as they kiss.  Karen takes hold of his switching cock and begin to stroke it.  Haru shudders, as it grows stiff in her hand.

Karen pulls away from their kiss and bites his ear lobe before whispering, "Visualize what you want, and commit to it."  Haru pulls her bra over her head and tosses it aside.  He bends down bringing his tongue to each of  Karen's erect nipples before dragging his tongue down her body.  He pulls her pants loose from her purple belt and down her body.  With her pants at her ankles he pulls one of her legs free opening her legs to him, before plunging his tongue inside her.  Karen head moves up in delight and feels both Haru's hands on her ass, pushing him further into her.

Rising from the floor Haru slides his tongue up the length of Karen's body, slowing when he reaches her neck.  Lost in a trance of pleasure Karen finds herself lying of the mat with Haru's body atop hers.  She opens her legs to him, and takes hold of his head looking deep into his eyes as he enters her.

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Ryu and Chun Li in the shower

Credit to

 https://www.deviantart.com/txsnew/art/Ryu-X-Chun-Li-Show-er-time-581424201

Gratuitous but still beautiful...

When re-watching Street Fighter II on Amazon Prime I realized it was the uncut versions which I had never seen before.  While the additional violence was pretty minimal, the Chun Li shower sequence was much longer.  It added nothing to the plot and was an obvious T&A grab, however it was really well done with the use of fades and music.  So should it be removed for its gratuitous nature, or admired for how well it was done?

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Zealot is an under used goldmine.

Under rated martial artist from Image comics, Zealot is a character I would relish a chance to write for.  Read her mini series to see the potential.



I'd like to see an incredibly explicit version of her relationship with Grifter on the big screen.