Like an Animal

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Did you know that when coyotes are stressed, they respond by entering an indefinite period of heat? What this means is that when humans attempt to control coyote populations by hunting them, trapping them, poisoning them, the coyotes respond by making more coyotes. It's a scrappy, petty spirit that I can't help but admire.

I often refer to myself as a coyote since, like my canine kin, I also respond to stress by becoming wildly lustful. It dominates each moment of my day, an unending craving that is almost impossible to fill. This is a busy time of the year for me, and so I have been very stressed.

So, I thought I would share some of my pent-up frustrations with you, and maybe you'll be able to help me relieve some of that need. I've been thinking about you. Honestly, you're driving me to distraction.

I can't focus on anything except how badly I want you. I keep finding myself in fantasies, imagining your lips on mine, desperately craving your skin under my hands and mouth, the feel of you pressed against me, the feel of you inside of me. I can't think about anything but you, your mouth, your cock, the lines and curves of your body as you move above me, the weight of you holding me down, the sounds you make when I suck your cock just the way you like it.

I torture myself with fantasies before bed, and wake up dripping and flushed from dreaming of you each morning. The need keeps building, and I know I'm going to lose all control once you're finally here. I need you to fuck me like an animal.

And when I say like an animal, I don't mean doggy style with a little bit of extra grunting. Oh no. I mean, I want you feral, out of control, unstrung, unhinged.

I want you to let go of all the silly things holding you back. No thoughts, no worries. Don't think about the sounds coming out of your mouth.

Don't think about how I might react when you tell me what you want. Don't worry about how rough you're being, or if I'm enjoying myself. There won't be any doubts about that.

Who cares how loud we are? Why should we have to stifle our delight? I want you to let the need overtake you.

Let go. Let the sensations consume you. My breasts in your hands, my neck between your teeth.

Our skins slip against one another where we are pressed tight, slick with sweat. Focus on the feeling of my nails carving into your shoulders and your back. The sound of my voice, my whimpers and moans, begging you for more.

Let yourself be carried away by the way my cunt envelops you so tightly. How I shudder when I come around your cock and clench my teeth. How I shudder when I come around your cock and clench you tighter.

My whole body intent on making you come. I need you to fuck me blind and senseless. I need you to make me scream my pleasure.

I want you to bite me until I bleed, mark my back with delicious red scratches, smack my ass bright pink, and decorate my hips with bruises shaped like your hands. I want to feel you in every inch of my body for days afterwards. I want to tease you and provoke you and play with you until you've had enough, pin me down and remind me why I submit to you.

I want to taste your mouth, your neck, and of course that beautiful cock. Thinking of how it slides down my throat so perfectly when I'm on my knees in front of you. My cunt dripping as I stare up at you, your hand in my hair moving me just how you want.

How desperate I am to please you, eagerly working, completely lost in your scent and the way you feel against my tongue. I want to taste you coming down my throat so badly. I need every hole filled and stretched until you come hard deep inside of me.

I want you to do it all over again while I'm still leaking from the last round. I want to fuck you over and over until we are both too exhausted to do anything but collapse into sleep. Let go, let go, let go.

Stop thinking, stop thinking, stop thinking. There is no need for control. Give in to your nature.

Remember the animal you once were, the animal you have always been. Break out of the cage. Be free with me here and now.

Revel in the pleasure, the driving need, the way instinct takes over. Follow your desire. Taste me, touch me, bite me, grip me tightly against you.

Let your fingers wander my body as they please. Sample my sweat and come with your tongue. Mark me with your nails and your teeth.

Until you're satisfied, all will know who I belong to. Fuck me as hard and as deep as you can. Free me from the ache of needing you inside of me so fiercely.

Give in to the craving to breed me. Fill me with your comments on my pussy. And we are both finally satiated.

Hold me as I curl into you, nuzzling my face against your chest, trying to erase any bit of space between our bodies. Hoping you can feel what I cannot hope to tell you with words until we doze off, content to rest. Did you know that before Victorian men decided to just fucking lie and convince everyone that women don't want sex, woman's lust was feared.

The wild woman had to be controlled, lest her desires consume the world. She was insatiable, demanding her fill, refusing to be tamed or caged or owned. She bled with no shame and drew blood all the same, created life and killed to protect it.

They called her the one who ran with wolves, witch, consort of Satan, Ishtar, Hecate, Morrigan, Lilith, Freya, Kali, origin of sin, mother of chaos, corrupter of men, temptress, succubus, destroyer of worlds. She was hunted, hung, burned, but she would not die. But she would not die.

Now they call her slut, whore, filthy, if she lets their hands touch her, if she dares take pleasure too. Yes, yes, yes, I am dirty. Dirty because I will not pretend that no animal endures in my soul or in my body, that I am not of the same dirt that cradles new life in the bodies of the dead.

I love the earth beneath my hands when you take me from behind. Digging my fingers into the rich soil as I beg you to dig your hands into me so I will carry sweetly painful memories of this night, every inch of me awake and alive and craving. I live for the scratch of grass under my back, the heat of the sun burning into us from above.

I want to ride you in wanton joy deep in the forest's shade, the scent of perpetual life becoming death becoming life, mixing with the scent of our sweat, blood, cum. I dream of you fucking me in the middle of a thunderstorm, how we would stare up at you in the sky beyond, the pelting rain stinging and soothing at the same time, my body on fire and yet chill, every bolt of lightning that rends the sky electrifying me as I beg you to fuck me. Harder, faster, deeper, and if it still isn't enough, and it never could be, I will wrap my legs around you to pull you somehow impossibly deeper into me, drag my nails over your back and your arms and your ass, leaving wounds I'll tend in the morning, trying to pretend I'm at least a little sorry.

I'll clench around your cock inside of me and buck up against your hips until you give me what I want, what I need, what is mine, what makes me yours. Hold yourself inside of me while you cum and don't you dare fucking slide out even an inch until I am breaking apart around you, shattering into that delicious, hot ecstasy, every muscle in my body contracting, my back arching to a point that seems impossible, eyes unseeing, something below or beyond the thought in my mind, burying my face into your neck and howling my delight when I reach the peak where I wonder if I might die, before slowly, miraculously coming back together, and only then, when I am spent and used and wonderfully tired and finally satiated, only then will I reluctantly pull away from you just enough to break that connection, whimpering at the emptiness after being so full. I will be the wild woman and you will be my consort.

Together we will scandalize and terrify all the poor, good, pure, chaste people with their innocence and rationality and self control and civility and fucking rules. They will call me a harlot, a temptress, and a whore, and they will say that I have corrupted you, but we will laugh and pity them, because we both know that I have freed you.