Animalistic Freedom

I don't know if I'm in love with him or if I'm in love with the thought of him being inside of me. Either way, he's haunted my fantasies. He is my teacher in my self-defence classes and oh my god, it's so hard to stay focused. He brings out my deeply animalistic instincts. His body, the way he moves, his smell, his eye contact with his blue eyes, everything gets me so fucking aroused. One of my favorite wild animals is the Black Leopard/ Black Panther. So wild, you can feel the adrenaline running through your veins when you look at it. This is how he makes me feel. I fantasize that we are painting our bodies with black color, covering our faces with masks to look like black leopards. And we are fucking like animals. Wild, rough, no limits. We are free. We only have our rubbing, sweaty, with biological fluids bodies. And the sound we are making is like the sounds of animals. Loud, louder, loudest. We don't give a fuck if they are watching us or hear us. We are animals! And animals are free!