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Primal Erotic Stories

Primal play erotic stories about chasing, wrestling, growling, and dropping polite behavior. Adult women write about the hunt and being caught, by agreement.

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The cot

Merrill is thirty-seven. Different night, same closed lookout, still not a shift. I do not bring men up here when the radio is live and I did not bring a…

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The stone yard

Stig was a different man, thirty-six, from the bar, not from the quarry night. He came to the studio yard after I texted a pin and a sentence: blowjob, then…

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The locker

Vic is thirty-nine and he coaches at a gym that is not mine. I was visiting, off the clock, and the locker room was empty. He is not my fighter.…

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The cabin porch

Calder was not the man from the fire road. He was fifty-five, grey at the temples, a tin of tobacco he did not open, and he had asked at the…

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The alley

September, a different bar, a different night, and I was not looking for one man. Emil is twenty-seven. Hassan is thirty-eight. They were not together. I checked, because I will…

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The shed

Colm is forty-four. A different man, a different month. He came to the gate and I told him the stop word was still gate, and that we were going to…

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