Primal Attraction

June 23, 2020

She lays there bound, spread eagle and open to all. But, I am the only one there. The only witness to her nudity, her vulnerability.
My senses are overwhelmed; the sound of her breathing, rapid from anticipation. The sight of her body, fit and firm. Her scent fills my nostrils, sweet with a hint of muskiness. Her taste... the taste of her lips, intoxicating. The feel of her skin, supple and soft.
I can't do this. My mind isn't right. So hard to concentrate. I give her the command "Do not move." My voice barely more than a growl. I release her restraints.
As the last buckle is undone, she begins to stretch, she had been laying there for a bit. Something inside me snapped.
My hand lashed out, like a snake. Her throat firmly in my grasp, pinning her down. My voice, harsh and brusk, "I said don't." *** flickered in her eyes, my composure shattered, the beast inside was awake, and it hungered.
She wanted passion. She wanted to be used, to feel like she was being consumed. Her wish was about to be granted.
I pull her up by her hair, my free hand pinning her thigh. My teeth raking the tender flesh of her throat.
Her voice is a startled gasp of *** and pleasure, which I silence with my own mouth.
Kissing her hard, then nibbling back down. Her little gasps become moans, which fuel my desires. My nibbles become bites. The harder I bite, the more she responds. Back arching, grabbing my head and pulling me in closer.
I lose myself, the pure physical enjoyment, the total lack of inhibitions. She responds in kind, lost in pleasure, allowing the beast to have his way, consuming her inhibitions and reluctance. Rewarding him with just as much hunger.
No 'that isn't right' or 'don't treat anyone like that' and no body yelling 'you are not an ***'
Are we not by our very nature, ***s? Do we not have Primal desires? Why do so many ignore the truth? The hunt and the capture, the feast. All enjoy them, regardless of what they are called to be socially acceptable.