Nov 022011
 

If I had to, I could hunt you down from miles away. I could pick you out of a crowd without sight or sound. It’s been long enough that I know your scent. I’ve committed it to memory and I couldn’t forget it if I wanted to.

Thinking of you, the smell of your skin, it makes my mouth water. Burying my face in your neck and taking your air into my lungs makes the hair on the back of my neck stand. It makes me growl. It makes me move in ways that are more instinct than reason.

You’ve turned me feral, made me unfit for pleasant company and polite conversation.

I want to toy with you and drain your strength and suck your energy until you have no will left but for me. Then I might be able to rest while I think of how to use you until I’m satisfied, while I think of how to finish you off when I’m done with you.

When you’ve been stripped bare, broken, and drained, only then will I sleep soundly. I will curl around my trophy, my knee between your thighs, my hand at your throat.
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  4 Responses to “feral”

  1. The notion of nourishing another in the most giving ways is very erotic. Does it make you stronger? What reanimates him? (metaphorically speaking of course.)

  2. @DC: "Does it make you stronger? What reanimates him? (metaphorically speaking of course.)"

    That's a damned good question that I wish I had the answer to. I think it all does make me stronger, but I really question my motive(s). Inasmuch as I don't endorse engaging in arguments about "true" dommes vs. whatever-the-alternative-is, I often think about where I might fall on the "true" scale (if there was such a thing).

    I take some odd comfort in the fact that whether or not I think it through or understand my motives seems to have little effect on my more base, (feral, maybe?) instincts and actions.

    As for reanimation (metaphorically), I don't think I know. I'm not sure that I've felt that level of submission from a partner, but I do know it's something I absolutely want. I want to have a moment–just a moment–where I stop feeling hungry, when I'm satisfied. If I ever get there, I guess I'll have determine the next step from there.

    Until then…

    :)

  3. I liked reading about your”feral self.” I dream about being’hunted down’by a woman like you. Feral,and animalistic waiting for you to devour me! “Im sorry,.i got a bit carryed away there:)”

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