Primal Fetish

The bedroom was quiet and dark, as both Mark and his girlfriend lay perfectly still. Sleep had come easy to both of them, as they had just had sex the night before, their bodies still intertwined from the heated passion. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the pinging of an alarm. Morning had come, and with it, the responsibilities of the day. Mark slapped the machine with a groan, as his girlfriend started to somberly remove herself from his body.

Yawning and lifting himself from the incredibly soft bed, Mark stretched and turned back around to his girlfriend. Still nestled in the sheets and sleeping soundly, Mark knew she had off from work today, and he wouldn't wake her. Kissing her gently on the forehead, Mark walked to their shared bathroom for a quick shower.

Mark Addison was a simple man with a college degree and a good career ahead of him. Working at a local telecommunications company as a customer service rep, Mark was working the corporate ladder, his eyes focused on a managerial position. Short brown hair crowned the top of his head, and light stubble filled his chin. He was not the sexiest man alive, but he was soft on the eyes. A past life of working out had given him a slender, yet athletic body.

After his shower, Mark dressed himself in his suit and tie and grabbed his lunch. Today was going to be a long day, and Mark was not looking forward to it. Checking up on his girlfriend one more time, Mark smiled as he could hear her slightly snoring in her sleep.

Exiting the small house and opening his car door, Mark quickly readied himself and started the car. The only thing causing issues today was his brain. Sex with his girlfriend last night was amazing, like usual. But it was so vanilla. Could Mark really be into other things? Was this really the time to think about it?

Even if he had a new fetish, what would intrigue him the most?