Bodies feel the first, but not the last touch.

He can see the mind of the predator in progress as she slow and deliberate... a woman who knows her strength and has no hesitation of letting her dominance crush down on one who is deserving, the one who knows what it is to be alpha and in control...but all living creatures have moments of weakness, where control leaves the body and baser instincts take over...no sugar coating of society can hide the underlying primal desire stretching between them.... He strides forward in a quick motion blocking her path.... Their chests collide into each other... bodies feel the first, but not the last touch....neither back down....
His arms fast to snake around her waist, and pull her in close.... "Hey there, Beautiful..." He grinned into the eyes of their storm.... It takes all within her being to resist his advances, after all, she is very aware of his casanova tendencies, but he's just encountered a supernova in her full fledged finest.
His sexy brown eyes are not met wit girly google eyes, but rather a stern look with much feminine alpha attitude. It is in his nature to take what his heart so desires, but her Domina nature held firm in her stances.
She pushed him away, with a heaving chest slow and steady just to contain the storm trickling in her panties... She adjusted her attire and sat in a chair close by, crossed her legs.... and replied... "Hey there, handsome.. This is my primal time, and your charming grin will not get you out of my dominant  demeanor this time...So, be a good stripling slave, kneel, and follow your dream into the jungle." She slowly stretched out her lithe legs, her eyes never waive from his movement towards her black patent leather pumps...Just when he is about to take hold of his dream she stood tall and proud and swayed her drop dead curvy hips out the door and onward to her playroom, knowing full well he is not far behind her sexy fat bottom he craves to bend over....