Sam realized that she was no longer the regular fighter she used to be, and that she was now older than she was back when she was a feature attraction at The Arena.   She had retired to take time to train her daughter Galina in the wrestling arts.  She would occasion the Crazy Bitches Club and a few other fight clubs, but now it was time to return to this sanctuary of the true erotic grappling arts.  She had become physically stronger rather than weaker, as she had increased the intensity of her workouts at the gym.  Even when she had lost a mixed-sex-wrestling match while being literally fucked in the past, she had done so bravely and calmly, and not usually without feeling the pleasure of the sex.  But now she found herself excited and "horny" once again at the thought of sexual combat, and ready to prove herself against a larger man.  Now having returned to her old club, she wondered if she had learned her lessons of the past, and had become a better wrestler because of it.  As recollections of old lessons of tantric-jitsu began to fill her head, she suspected she HAD become a better wrestler, and so confidently she stepped on the enclosed red mat area.

Sam noted how warm and soft both the sandy area and now the mat felt to her feet.  She thought perhaps there had been too many wrestlers getting hurt on the older, harder mats - especially men falling penis-first on them.  The sand was special too.  It was a sand that seemed soft and slightly wet, and yet resistant to clinging on the wrestlers.  She had heard it was imported from the Black Sea where the nomadic wrestlers had originally met. Greek, Indian and Asian grapplers had found the sands of the Black Sea comforting and soothing during the long matches that sometimes went on for hours.  Some referred to it as the "sexual sands".  Indeed, when on the sands, the rules of the game, set to some extent by the "house" that hosted it, could be allowed to change drastically.