Wanted
Woman seeking woman for Primal Play in City Park. CNC Role Play. Must be fit and able to run.
-Small Builds Preferred-
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You are licking your finger to gain traction on the thin newspaper sheets, when a personals ad catches your eye. Not one for the classifieds, you can't even recall how you stumbled on the section but your mouth parts as you read over the ad.
How peculiar it is to see an ad requiring a written response
is the first thought to cross you might which causes a slight shake of your head. How is your first thought about the type of response and not the request itself?
As an avid runner in City Park, you find the idea of people
hunting
each other morbid. Without another thought you read on, entertaining yourself with the real estate section, followed by the local art scene spread. Checking your watch you realize you're an hour behind your normal schedule, so you bus your cup to the counter of the bookstore and grab your bag, ready to get back into the groove of things before it's too dark for your after work run.
Back home, you're quick to pull on your fitted running clothes and shoes before darting out the door. Earbuds in, you lose yourself in the pace of your breath in comparison to the drum of your feet on the cement. Exercise is an escape into yourself; It is the only way you can see the world clearly. Sweat coating your body, you feel mosquitoes try to land and fail, as you brush by their slow flying paths. Rounding the last bend on your regular route, you catch the view of someone behind you on the trail, seemingly keeping pace with you. The Lo Fi beats in your ears contrast the rise in the speed of your beating heart, as the pace of the person behind you quickens.. You pick up pace as well, feeling the need to evade this runner,
