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I identify my primary kink as Primal. What is Primal? Fluid, ever changing, genuinely raw and animalistic. I’m approachable, so don’t be scared to send a message to me, but make it interesting to read and capture my attention. No one liners like “How are you…” as lack of effort will simply be ignored.

I write original erotica, however I also enjoy writing articles that are educational and informative by nature and that hopefully creates critical thinking in those that read and connect to my writing style. Some will enjoy what I do, some won’t, which is what makes us unique as a species.

My erotica is written from memories of play sessions. I am a published author that enjoys evoking emotions within a reader and those that choose to follow or friend me. Want to understand me? Read my profile. It’s long and articulated for a reason. I publish my books on my own bookstore. Want to find out where to get them? Or to find out where my private members only blog is? Message me for the link.
3 years ago. Wednesday, May 18, 2022 at 6:24 AM

It’s the seduction of the unknown that pulls her in. The darkness. The taboo. The nasty. The hint of brutality.

 

She faces her own personal conundrum. A respected lady in her vanilla world. Well presented. Reserved. Treated with respect. People tiptoeing around her. Structured control of her everyday world and existence.

 

Deep within she screams for someone to treat her like a whore. Like their personal little fucking slut. Throat grabbed. Forced to the ground. Forced to worship his cock.

 

Slammed into a wall, clothes torn from her body. Piece by piece.

 

Overpowered. Controlled. Unable to move, being pinned to that wall by immense strength of one that will use her.

 

Someone that overpowers her physically, mentally and psychologically. Not just subjugated through structured Dominance. She wants brutal, reactive, animalistic Primal hunger to control her.

 

The ability of him to make her body come to life. Her cunt insatiably wet, not just from physical touch. Wet from mental subjugation. To feel him within. Before he touches her. To feel him penetrate her mentally. Make her want to do things that she never imagined doing before.

 

To be used by him. Taken. No control. Outcomes that take her beyond her own level of experience. Outcomes that dictate a new world and new way for her. Ones that bring her body to life, her cunt to life. Outcomes that consume her in ways she never imagined possible.

 

To be held down, his fingers penetrating her cunt and ass at the same time. Fucking her with his fingers. His other hand around her throat. Cutting off blood supply to her brain. Forcing her in and out of consciousness.

 

Every time he draws another orgasm from her, he allows her to feel again, her body and mind screaming as it comes back to a state of cognitive awareness. Drawing orgasm after orgasm from her screaming body. Forcing her to squirt uncontrollably. The floor being covered with her wetness, her desire, her passion.

 

Pushing the boundaries of her limits. What she once thought was taboo, she now begs him to deliver. He changes her world. His darkness seduces and alters her mind, her being, her way of thinking.

 

He takes her, breaks her, manipulates her and uses her as his pleasure pet. His fucktoy. His personal little fucking whore.

 

Pushing her to the edge of exhaustion, fucking her so hard that she forgets her own name and is only able to just manage to moan his...

 

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