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The Hunt.

I was asked what primal play looks like to me, or what being hunted means to me. This is an first attempt to convey and describe this,

This scene assumes the ‘boring’ but important parts have already been discussed and agreed to (Hard limits, planning, safewords, consent ect). This might be a fantasy, but let’s educate and learn how to play safely while also having fun.

The forest, wood, shrub, copse, bush.

The eerie stillness, the quiet rustle of leaves and creatures chirping. I look up, monochrome branch and sky. A quite secluded spot. Stillness and silence. Green and browns that vary in intensity and hue depending on the level of sunlight or shade.

The wind still, but gentle, slightly swaying, carrying with it the smell of damp earth and decaying matter.

The ground firm underfoot, with leaves carpeting the ground. Grass doesn’t grow here, the upper canopy of trees does not permit enough sunlight.

My eyes dart around, any slight movement or sound alerts my senses. My heart races, my breathing is deliberate, deep and fast, as if my body is preparing for something. My brain is screening and interpreting like an animal, there is no thought, merely sensations. I am present, here and now. This is all that matters, all that is. There is peace and urgency.

I crouch low down to the ground, surveying my surroundings behind some cover. My muscles are tense, as if ready to spring into action. I breathe in deeply, using all my senses to tell me what might happen next. My ears prick up, I tuck the drapes of my hair behind my ears, so as to allow as much sound to be.

My hips and pelvis are flexed, my feet are spread wide supporting my shifting gait, my hands sifting through the mulch in front of me. My eyes are wide, pupils dilate to absorb as much light as possible. I breathe open mouthed and taste the air that dances the tip of my tongue.

How much time has elapsed, that I do not know. Did we agree on 10 or 20 human minutes? Time stands still here. This time I chose a good spot, will he ever be able to find me? Good. I don’t want to make it too easy. From this vantage point, I can see if anyone approaches, and still have an advantage.

Even more time elapses, my mind begins to wander away from the present. Suddenly a blackbird sounds a warning call, I hear footsteps, and then the downwind brings musk to my nostrils. It’s him. I can see him making his way through the undergrowth, his movement is hurried while precise. Ha! He’s getting frustrated, angry even, the furrow in his brow shows he’s not happy.

I carefully study his trajectory, wondering what is he thinking right now? What is going on in the labyrinth of his mind? I feel like I must know. Does a lamb wonder about the thoughts of a wolf?

When the time to run comes, utilising my position to its best advantage, waiting until the last possible moment. Not only will running reveal my position, it will seriously frustrate him, as he’ll quickly realise what I have done. How I planned for this to happen all along, how I outwitted him, he won’t be able to pursue me, in fact, I’ve made it far more challenging, he’ll have to go back on himself. He’ll be absolutely furious, I broke one of our rules.

My heart is thumping under my breasts, literally beating right through me. My breathing has quickened and become more shallow. Every sense in my body and mind is heightened, charged with exquisite intoxicating energy.

Just a few seconds more…my heart beats count the passing time, like a hammer striking a bell,

Now!

I dart out from the undergrowth, as quick as a hare, and as quick as a bird of prey he alters his path, coming towards me. But as soon as this occurs, he stops, his face unreadable as he processes what it is that I have done. How this won’t be another easy kill. The prey is now the pricewinner, in this battle of wits.

This doesn’t mean I can get cocky and stand there and gloat, otherwise my advantage will be short-lived.

The thrill of being pursued is delicious, being so tempting a prey, that he will track and hunt you down. But you don’t make it easy, oh no. You fight, he has to earn it, prove himself worthy of catching you. Tease, tempt, turn the tables, break the rules, act all innocent. Flutter your eye lashes, moi? Draw him in, push him away, wait and then lure him back. The push and pull, the frisson is electrifying. It’s the same old story, he forces you to submit to him. He dominates you.

I can’t help but smile and laugh as I run. This is the only game where I win when I lose.

But something's not right, he’s not going back on himself, as I thought he would do. Oh fuck, he’s fording the river, he must be good swimmer, or the current is as strong of the tide isn’t up right now, damn.

Shit! Blind white fear sets in. fuck fuck fuck. This isn’t what I planned, oh no, just keep running, moving, going forward anywhere, my legs feel simultaneously stiff and like jelly. I lost the only advantage or whatever advantage I had, the only thing I can do is run and hide. I did change into clothing that would help me camouflage, as hiding seems to be the best option. I’ll find a good place to hide.

His speed, strength, agility, height and intelligence far outstrips mine.

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Continues in part 2