Into The Dark and Unafraid of the .............Beast
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Posted:Feb 23, 2024 9:21 pm
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When we met, she didn't know. She wasn't aware of him. She wasn't curious till later, when he appeared, surprising her. He slipped quietly from the dark. Slipped past me and took over. His feral and primal passions were climbing, burning--UNLEASHED. She was calling to him, and she never even knew. He took her--wild, ravenous, savage. She was in the throes of a wild and never-before-known lust and feral passion of her own. Her mind was reeling, spinning, reacting, and responding to him without thinking about what she had let loose.
One night, when the debauchery and carnal ravaging were done, their bodies were in a sheen of pleasured sex sweat, both panting and breathing heavily, hearts pounding, blood racing, faces and bodies flushed and still in a savage state. When things quieted, and the afterglow crept over them, he slipped back--hunched over, growling and groaning and reluctant to leave--sinking back into the dark from which he came and chose to hide. Her words were soft and emotional. Eyes were soft and damp as she whispered, "I am not scared of him. I need and want him."
She called to him time and again intermittently. He answered her need with his own, feral and frothing at the mouth, eager to taste and smell her body and essence. He was primal, with teeth and claws bared and aching to sink into her as she cred what he did to her. The bond grew deeper, more intense, intimate, and even loving.
During a night of passion--with aftershocks rocking us, we talked of him. in the dark. She said, "I want to go there and be with him and see how he thinks and lives and to feel his power and lust. I am unafraid of him or the dark because I have and love you--Beast."
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