purrsuits of a puma - july 2025
originally posted to tumblr and wordpress. contains outdated goals and ways of referring to myself, as i am no longer feline-identifying. but i would like to archive it.
note: recommended 18+ viewership. this post contains discussion some may find uncomfortable regarding bdsm and sex.
my Hunter facilitates the only activities that allow me to completely shed my clothes, alongside my human skin. during these scenes, my most basal, animal desires are most visible.
although largely solitary, a cacophony of sounds and scents accompanies the meeting of two wild members of my species. we bite, and scrape. there is not so much foreplay as there is, "i'm going to fuck you, or i will die trying." this primality informs my tendency to enjoy both the receiving and giving ends of pain and torture. i enjoy the chase, being thrown about or pinned. i like feeling on edge, i like knowing either one of us has the capability to inflict and endure harm.
when we meet in the wild we are inseparable for a time. i do not enjoy so much one long encounter or activity, but more several small (and intense) rounds. i differ from my wild counterparts in that i have chosen to remain inseparable. i have found the emotional support canine to my anxious captive feline. only, i am captive to said emotional support canine, my Hunter.
my Hunter knows that my submission, when given, is voluntary. i too am a carnivore, i too bare fangs. but it is a welcome gift that i need not bare them. it makes me warm to know i can trust and allow myself to be pinned or held in position, that i can be limber and pliable.
thanks to negotiation outside of the scene or sex, we do not have to use words to get what we want in the moment. we know each other's minds well after our few years together. i really hate to speak, but my Hunter does not ask that of me. i am most understood when i am on my knees scrubbing boots and brushing my face against Its legs. i feel most understood when i am allowed to bite, scratch, pee, yowl.
It has never discouraged my interest in boots and leather, or feet, or pee, or anything else for that matter.
as penance i grace my Hunter's skin with intentionally placed bruising and bites. i shine my Hunter's boots, among other things if requested. i take whatever my Hunter chooses to make me take because it removes both of our human skins.