When I use this term, I don't mean "primal" in the basic sense that most are probably used to or have heard of or are familiar with, that being primal play, chasing someone down and catching them like prey, especially in the tickling sense.
When I use this term, I mean that when it comes to tickling specifically, there is a hunger. A deep, insatiable, almost lustrous sense for reactions.
There are specific things, specific moments, actions or reactions, words, things that will turn the Ler mood dial to 100.
It can be a specific movement, the way a certain squeal or laugh sounds, the way certain words can come out of someone's mouth in a ticklish haze.
When those moments happen, there is an absolutely insatiable hunger that rises with it.
It can happen with someone who is of a softer nature, who's shy about tickling, but when they ask, a switch flicks on that makes you want to softly ravage them with playful tickles.
It can happen with someone who is just an absolute brat that loves to push your buttons, but for me and that primal sense, I will happily sass back, craving that building of that electric tension in the air, so thick you could cut it with a knife. So that when they push the big red button - that little way of them signifying that moment of understanding and consent between play partners that goes beyond the need to vocalise consent because you're that close with them - then from that moment of being able to get them back, whether pinning or tying them down, and causing all manner of wonderful reactions beneath tormenting fingers.
It is nothing short of an intoxicating feeling.
But I must stress, this intoxication doesn't necessarily mean in a sexual way. Intoxication as a Ler has its own drive: the drive to see their reactions, seeing their smile, that "oh fuck" moment in their face, that mixture of panic, fear, and excitement. Making them buck, wiggle, twist, pull, tug, to hear their sounds, making them squeal, cackle, squeak, snort, belly laugh, all of those things that just turn that Ler mood dial up to 100 and just duct tapes it there for a good, thorough, long, while.
Sure, primal can absolutely include primal play where you have fun chasing someone down and pinning/tackling/tying them down and tickling them. That alone is absolutely great fun for many.
But for me that primal Ler hunger happens from the moment they sass, that they brat, that they ask for it, genuinely or through teasing. It builds and builds.
And oh how it becomes insatiably exemplified...
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