I’ve talked about being animalistic before with posts like The Night Brings Out My Beast but I feel like I haven’t touched on the intensity. Maybe I never will touch on the intensity. Maybe I’ll just ramble but hopefully it’ll be entertaining for anyone wandering by.
But..the animal within me is possessive. Don’t ask me how, don’t ask me why – it just is possessive and to a very lesser extent, jealousy. Now, I’m not about to be the man that forbids his woman from having a social life – she is her own woman. She has her own life to do whatever the hell she wants…within reason.
There is something, though, that wants to bite her throat and drag her to the bedroom kicking and screaming. There is something that claws out of my skin and is in the driver’s seat, talking away. Within reason, I want her to myself and this element is intriguing and fascinating to me. It’s such a primal feeling.
We were talking while out and about and she said something bratty, like she does when she likes to push the boundaries. My reaction was something gut-wrenching, in the sense that it twisted a knot and woke something up. My body had a freaking physical reaction. Lets get off a tangent here – An American Werewolf in London‘s transformation scene, where his body is creaking and crunching as he turns into the wolf. That was me. I was transforming into the wolf, having a FREAKING PHYSICAL REACTION. What is that? Seriously, what is the science of that? Fascinating, eh?
Now, I am not about to puff out my chest in front of other males at a party or anything but there is a slight desire there to do so…ever slightly, I might add. Like I said: behind my eyes, trying to break free from the morals my vanilla side has set.
So a possessive Dominant isn’t that bad in my eyes. So long as he/she is non-violent and non-emotionally abusive and treats their submissive beautifully, I think the animal is allowed to growl by all means.