I speak a lot about my humble beginnings as a sex worker in a cute little brothel in Australia. Specifically about the difference between my deliciously vanilla Australian clients vs my treacherously adventurous Berlin clients.

My Berlin clients excite me. They (sometimes apologetically) ask for bold services, services I initially think to myself, "of course I'm not doing that!" then reassess and decide "well, why not try it... and then see how I like it?"

wrestling was one of those services I was hesitant to offer. I wrestled in high school. Real, Olympic style wrestling and I was exceptional at it, if I do say so myself. So, when I joined kaufmich and the option for erotic wrestling was on the service menu I had to try it. However most of the men who would inquire about that option were time wasters, or rattled on about strength when wresting is about strategy and skill. I'll tell you why...

i recently had my first erotic wrestling session. The man wanted me to over power him, sent me pictures in advance of his body. I wasn't intimidated. I was kind of bored actually because body optics does not equal skilled wrestler. I always say, men don't scare me, monsters do.

our date was planned and i began to feel nervous. What if I couldn't over power him? What if my high school memories of my astute wrestling skills were false?

we stood in his bedroom. opposite each other. I was wearing my favorite green lace lingerie, he was in his boxer briefs with chest bare.

His arms were bulging with muscle and he was several centimeters taller than me… he was a beast…in that moment I swallowed my bit of self doubt. I thought of myself as a praying mantis about to consume her victim…

We began. I tested his balance and stability and realized quickly I was more agile than him. Once that clicked I took him down in a heartbeat. It happened so quickly I felt like I carried him like Superman would carry Lois Lane and dropped him clean onto the bed. I straddled his back and put him into a half Nelson

He tapped out. He wasn’t even on his back yet but he knew he had no chance at dominating this match.

In that moment all was affirmed: I may have a baby face. I may look like an angel right out of heaven. But I’m a strong, agile, mother fucker.