Primal Fetish Novels & Stories

My inner thighs almost convulse with his touch, and I long to be free of my underwear and have him all over me and inside of me immediately. This isn’t sweet, soft, romantic passion between two people. This is primal need because one of us believes they would never see the other again, and the other is an aggressive hot Italian who knows how to feed a need when faced with unbridled passion. Alexi is at his best when he is untamed and let loose a little, and I am a girl who likes his special brand of amour.

Just so she knew what he was talking about exactly, he used his hands to cup her tits. "Oh sweetheart, you never ever have to ask your mommy to be fed... as long as we are alone. You are a big boy... if you are hungry just... satisfy your hunger with me, anytime or anyplace as you see fit. Oh and just so you know, tonight was sweet but I have a sort of fetish you know." "What kind of fetish?" he asked eagerly. "Well sometimes... I like it kind of rough. Your dad he... well let's just say he was pretty conservative in bed so he never really gave me any of the rough stuff I like. Now it's your turn. Do you have any, you know, fetishes."

My nasty bitch can't get past the sound of fabrics without begging to be touched. Even in a wrecked state, it shoots hot signals all over my body. How could I have forgotten so soon that he knows my fetish? Like a psycho, he’s acting on it… And fuck… I’ll let him take me. Break me. Use me.

No matter what’s happening, the irreverent little goofball can always make me laugh. I firmly squeeze her ankle, returning her to the sensations at hand – or in this case, at foot. Ryah trembles from my every touch. I bite her arch and her breath catches, a sweet sound of need. My heart and cock pound in reaction to her every response. I’m a self-assured Dom, certain of my authority, my skills and my appeal. I worked for over a year in a fetish club, giving countless women the pleasure or pain that they needed. It became an addiction for me: dominating women. Using them to meet my own cravings, because that’s what I needed, too.

one of them. At noon, for a few days before the current events. Because the house of pleasure had girls who dealt with several types of fetishes, one of the executives was a group of cattle and meatpacking businesspeople who were paying for the work of Goki's girls. Among them one of the cowboys who had a specific fetish of having women on top of him in a batch of twelve at a time, jumping and riding with a cowgirl, on top of his penis, after, of course, jumping like a bull towards her. special pleasure room, where he simply embodied a bull.

“I’m a daddy dom. I like taking care of my submissive, but I’m also a pleasure dom. For me, it’s all about my submissive’s pleasure.” “And Tyrone?” “The same.” “He’s a daddy dom too?” Michel nodded. I hesitated a few seconds before I asked the question. “Is David one too?” “David is a…primal dom.” Michel smiled. “A primal dom is someone who’s into a primal kink or fetish. Basically, he becomes the hunter and you become the hunted. It involves scratching and biting and all that animalistic stuff.” “Oh.” A chuckle from somewhere in the room broke our silence. My eyes snapped over to Tyrone as he entered the kitchen. I watched him as he walked into the kitchen and searched through a few cabinet

☆ Extreme sexual kinks and fetishes: BDSM (bondage, discipline, dominance/submission, sadomasochism), impact play, spanking, flogging, whipping, caning, choking, breath play, knife play, blood play, edge play, wax play, electro-play, pet play, age play, CNC (consensual non-consent), breeding kink, impregnation fantasy, free-use, somnophilia (sleep sex), voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex, group sex, gangbangs, orgies, double/triple penetration, bukkake, cuckolding, hotwife, swinging, polyamory, and many more. ☆ Taboo and forbidden themes: Incest (brother/sister, father/daughter, mother/son, family orgies), pseudo-incest, step-family relations, age-gap relationships (legal adults only), tea

A few of my explanations made her squeeze her thighs together, particularly when I was discussing Primal Doms/Prey and when I was discussing Sadist Doms. “Okay, that all makes sense to me. So now I need to know, since you brought this up, what kind of Dom are you?” “I’m a Primal Dom, a Hunter, I enjoy the chase. For me, it’s about exploring the basest part of who we are as a species. Acting on my urges and impulses, letting go of being civilized and following what my instincts tell me. I enjoy the fight to gain control and the fight to gain dominance over my prey. If you ran from me right now, being as turned on as we are, I will give over to my instinct and chase you. You will be my prey an

I replied, clearly annoyed. "Then what then? You got over her so quickly," Vera reminded me. "So what? It has nothing to do with this." "You lost your Mum, Hunter, and stopped grieving in a matter of months," she said. "Vera," I called, wanting her to dismiss the topic. "Shortly after, you began treating me that way." "It's a fucking kink, I promise it's not as deep as you think it is," I said. "A kink that has become abusive, Hunter. A kink I feel you developed due to unprocessed grief?"

But Red was not complaining even if, once Kwit got going, the treatment looked a little rough to the audience. To her it felt far better than it looked. Kwit was unique, a very masculine lover that fine-tuned his moves to what worked for her. She appreciated that. Plus, looking at him and seeing with eyes that identified him as uber-masculine grabbed something deep and primitive inside her anima. The sight of their bodies joined in coitus activated a natural, primal urge, something not of the mind or the heart but something that evolution had written in the source code buried in her genes. Her body felt drawn to this very proto-male as a protector, with the price of protection and children b