► Literate Lycan wrote:
Good afternoon. Fascinating question and open to many interpretations. At base level, in my opinion, Primal is simply a very physical, instinctual and raw response to the situation. When applied to the realms of where we reside, here in the world of BDSM, it can be conveyed in many outlets.
Very much like your primal urge to protect yourself or those you cherish from harm, or fear that rolls up the back of your neck while traipsing through a cemetery at five past three in the morning, Primal is simply the base response to a desire or need deep within us not necessarily governed by our civilized psyche. It's the release of the inner me. And in the BDSM world, it can be exhilarating to enjoy.
It can be quite simple like the intense desire to bend your partner over in the kitchen, flip up her skirt and take her on the counter, hand in hair, followed by a piece of German chocolate cake . . . because it's cake.
Or the desire to chase in the woods around a lake and catch her on the edge, pulling her against a tree and breathing her in before biting her shoulder and grabbing every inch of her as she bites back. Feeling the rough bark of the tree or the uneven, hard ground and pine needles and twigs beneath you as you roll, wrestling until you wind up on top, breathing hard against one another and soaking up the energy.
Or just a very deep, lusty kiss that lingers in your chest for as long as you hold your breath. It's what you make of it, pulling from the center of your core and being.
I personally engage in the woods often, running in the evening or night. I like the chase and enjoy the wild natural release. Grabbing a handful of flesh simply as I walk by and holding it tight. And then enjoying a cup of coffee and civilized chat.
Think I'll go for a run now. Thank you!
⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️ What he said.
The long, leave you breathless kiss or the wrestling match that leaves the mattress flipped and on the floor or everything in between.
For me, it's as if some form of "straining" mixed with a "yearning" ..to conquer or to be conquered has to be present for it to be considered primal play. In my case, it's not about fear. For me, fear and the bedroom don't mix. It's the surest way to shut down ALL access to the sexual part of myself.
But a bit of roughhousing? A duel of sorts, with muscles being used, breath is quickened, hearts are pounding, and in the end, an all encompassing NEED to claw your way inside someone else's skin? To me, THATS primal play!