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“It is those eyes. The way she looks at me. The way she looks FOR me. Her pupils bleeding with intention and yearning, glazed over with a maddening desperation.

It is that mouth. The way she curls her lips. The way she smirks from ear to ear, the corners of her mouth oozing with need and fervor.

The way she turns me on from the sight of her body wriggling and writhing as she grows in her feelings of pushing temptation towards me. Every movement a tease. Every glance an invitation.

This is where she forces the gentleman from my persona and calls out the uncaged beast. I will not be gentle with her. She is aware. She is excited. I will hurt her. She is eager. She is ready.

These are the sessions of primal urge and necessity. I fuck her. Hard. I do not make love to her. That man is away while the wolf now plays.

She is used. Pawed at. Spread apart. Gripped. Twisted. Arched and bent. Pulled on. Thrown around. Treated like an object. She is there to serve a purpose. It is not about her. At all.

In these moments I am here to destroy and ravage her beautiful body until I am satisfied and drained. An animalistic encounter where one of us is a slave to the others power and demand.

In these moments, the end result is a broken woman left in a heap on the bed, or floor, or table. Left in a numbing pain and pleasure cocktail. Covered in sweat, juices and marks. Filled with cum, purpose and fulfillment.

She needs these moments just as badly as I do. Sometimes more so. These moments are not for you to understand or agree with. They are for us to enjoy and to cherish.”

- Master Knox

whenever people talk about primal urges half the time they’re talking about something sexual, but it’s like, sometimes you just gotta climb a flight of stairs like that, you know? it’s like my body is telling me, “buddy, five thousand years ago everyone would have bolted up stairs on all fours. it’s okay, it’s natural.”