#primal switch

my terror. my beast. the brute that chases away all other things with bloodied knuckles and bared teeth but always comes crawling back to me. on their knees, at my feet. my hound. my darling monstrosity.

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and what if we chased each other through the woods, running and hunting with the adrenaline of who will catch the other first? what if we fight and grunt and growl in each others faces, too overcome with the single desire to take and take and take? what if we bit and scratched at each other? what if we slammed each other down trying to force the other to submit? what if we fuck like it’s the only thing keeping the planet spinning? what then hm?

a dom or sub? no, i want a grotesque beast. i want two creatures intertwined. my teeth on their throat, their hands holding me down. i want to struggle, not for power, but for who gets to eat at the other with adoration. i want two rabid dogs fighting over the bone that is desire.