My love for primal play and entangling primal energy into all aspects of life has been something that has followed me ever since I was young, perhaps it is the raw, unfiltered nature of such carnal acts or that my spirit has always run on the wild, chaotic side. Naturally I am playful, I enjoy the tease, the hunt, the mental dance that we move to. The build up can be as intimate and thrilling as the capture whether I am hunting my next prey or the symphony of wild jaguars attracting one another for a few days of mating madness.
I find primal play and elements of the carnal nature can be woven into many different facets of kink and sexuality. In it’s purest form my adoration of primal play comes from the lack of restraint. The moment in which you are no longer entirely human but a concoction of hormones and pheromones, wild and unbound by the rules of society. Your freest self to feel and touch, to surrender to your rawest desires. The moment when the prefrontal cortex takes a nap and your limbic system runs wild. We are too restrained by the demands of a formal civilisation, to take a moment to exist as mere mammals, playing in the rainforest of sin.
Pet play, paintball hunts, captures, kidnapping, wrestling, CNC scenarios, all of these have elements of and can be enriched with primal play aspects but I want to explore two particular scenarios which may not immediately appear to have space for a wilder nature but in my experience naturally lend themselves to a more chaotic raw energy than what media would have you believe.
Romance
The date is where it all begins, wilder outdoor adventures are always aligned to building this particular tone of date whether it be a hike in the wilderness with breaks for skinny dipping and sipping champagne, skiing through magnificent mountains chasing both the adrenaline and each other through the white bliss or even a tree top adventure where we compete to see who can make it across the bridge fastest before collapsing in the ropes together. So many ways to make a longer date set the tone before we even step foot in the hotel and make sure we are well enough acquainted and ready to tear the fabric from flesh the second the door closes…or perhaps a shorter date where you brave jumping straight into the wild is more you?
Romantically I believe many of us play on the side of primal in the bedroom naturally: the urge to bite, scratch, lick, grab and devour one another in the moment is all too common when one becomes enchanted by the desires of their partner. Sometimes the thrill of the tease, taunting each other to see who will hold out the longest before clothes must be ripped off and passion takes the reins can be just as entrancing as the sex itself. In the moment the wild nature of fighting to dominate, to see who can take control of the pace, the position, pinning each other down and wrapping my thighs around you until the climax awakes us both and we return to form.
Fluffy throws covering our naked bodies as we warm together, bodies collapsing into one another awaiting the next round. Fingers running across now sensitive skin, admiring the art our first connection has drawn on one another, minds quiet for now as we’ve allowed the beasts to run free.
Rope
It is no secret I adore rope, but rope in a primal nature can be even more thrilling than simply the act of tying. From the slow romance of capturing you, watching you slowly relax and lean into my muscular arms as the jute weaves across your flesh. My body moves yours without the need to think or try. Your only job is to exist in the moment and relax. The comfort of the ropes binding you with every stroke of my hand and twist of my fingers until the moment you realise the true nature of those ribbons that so intentionally entangle your limbs. Too relaxed in my intoxicating hold to notice you are entirely restrained, entirely at my mercy for me to devour and play with. You are already in my den, pinned against the wall and waiting with bated breath to discover my intentions.
Rope anywhere is thrilling whether it be in a dungeon or hotel but rope outdoors will always hold a special spot in my nefarious heart. I thankfully have several of my own frames that can be easily moved anywhere but I adore finding the perfect strong tree, bridge or point to suspend from or tie to. There is something so elegantly wild about capturing someone in the heart of nature and transforming them into my masterpiece, combining them with nature itself to enhance the beauty of both the willing victim and the surrounding. The thrill of finding a quiet, secluded spot (or a very public spot in suitable places like Hedonism Jamaica) simply adds to the intensity. The bunny helping carry the equipment, knowing they hold everything that will soon cause them all the pain and pleasure imaginable, made to leave the comforts of 5G signal and venture where the only sounds to accompany their moans as I bite and pull on their floating body are the birds spying in between the leaves.
The undervalued moment in shibari is the descent, the moment in which I know your float is ready to come down. Calmly removing you from subspace and placing you gently in my arms to relax as my web of entrapment is slowly released from your body, allowing me to massage out all the tightness and stretch your body with calculated compression to keep the endorphins running smoothly for as long as possible. Taking a cooling dip together or shower to refresh your body as you slowly return from being my captured prey to human.
