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| Simply put: a gal like me needs a certain kind of man.
An intelligent savage.
I need him [at least moderately] smart, but I need him primal.
I'll give my all, but I need to be taken with strong hands and firm voice. I need confirmation that my strength is respected, but overwhelmed, consumed, by his.
I need the primitive fight between animals.
The fierce domination of a predator. But my predator needs to recognize that he battles another predator, and in turn - savor his victory over me all the more.
I'll never make it easy, but I'll always make it worth it.
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