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I identify my kink as Primal. What is Primal? Fluid, ever changing, real 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…”

My erotica is written from memories of play sessions. I am an author that loves to evoke emotions within a reader. Want to understand me? Read my profile. It’s long and articulated for a reason. I have begun to publish books. Want to find out where to get them? Private message me for the link.
1 year ago. April 29, 2023 at 2:42 AM

He looks at her and smiles.


She knows that smile, knows it intimately.

 

It’s the smile that crosses his face when he changes.

 

When His mood shifts from gentle, soft and loving to nasty and intensely brutal.

 

He pulls her down over His knee.

 

Tearing her panties from her flesh.

 

Exposing her beautiful round ass cheeks.

 

He tells her to count with Him.

 

To count each strike.

 

One, two, three, four…

 

The count continues until it reaches twenty.

 

That perfect number where cathartic pain washes through with erotic pleasure received with each defined and controlled strike.

 

He grabs a handful of hair, pulling her savagely to her feet.

 

He strikes upwards onto her breasts.

 

The tender flesh under her left breast taking the blunt force trauma of the first blow.

 

She squeals as that unwelcome yet evocative marriage of the old pain just begins to subside and the new pain hits home.

 

His actions become viciously erotic.

 

His strikes seem random however are strategically placed.

 

Each strike bringing a new cry of cathartic pain, coupled with fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.

 

All of a sudden the impact stops and everything around her goes silent.

 

She feel His arms surround her as He pulls her in close.

 

Those arms, brutally strong, yet warm and safe.

 

She feels His lips on hers as His hand reaches up and strokes through her hair.

 

His kiss like wildfire on her lips.

 

That gentleness that is simply the eye of the storm flows through her body in a beautiful and calming way.

 

Allowing her mind to rest fleetingly and temporarily recover from the intensity of His manhandling.

 

He allows her to melt into Him for a moment longer and then begins the onslaught again.

 

She feels herself viciously forced onto her back.

 

Her eyes close as she feels the power of His hands as they wrap around her throat.

 

His knee forced between her legs, savagely opening them and forcefully exposing her cunt.

 

A cunt wet from a mixture of fear, desire, pain, lust and need.

 

Wet because of Him and the way He treats her as his fucktoy whore.

 

She feels the pressure and weight of His body as He climbs on top of her.

 

He prepares Himself to mount her and use her like a fucking animal.

 

Her cunt coming to life as He forces His cock deep inside her.

 

Her legs spreading wider and wrapping around Him as she pulls Him in deeper.

 

To feel Him fuck her so brutally that her eyes roll back and she finds herself floating in subspace.

 

That's the power she wants to feel Him exert.

 

That's the power she needs to be exposed to in order to submit to His cock, His body and Him…

 

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✅🔥 Thank you for reading. I enjoy creating erotic writing, erotic art and writing about the kink lifestyle. I write here and on my own private blog platform. I self publish my own eBooks and I offer one for free for those interested in reading. If you would like to find out more about my writing and my blog, please don’t hesitate to message me and I will be happy to share information if you request it. 

shyco​(sub female) - Your writing is wonderful. It creates the exact image you are writing about...so erotic. Love your writing.
11 months ago

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