Just another scorching hot day. I would’ve rather stayed in bed with Scott and fucked through the heat, but he didn’t seem that into it when I came up behind him and began to kiss his neck. He’d not really been into anything for a while. He was the gentle type, the type you take home to your parents, the type with the good job and nice smile and everything-will-be-okay expression constantly on his face. I was only twenty-four and although it was nice to have stability, there was something our relationship was seriously lacking: hard, dirty, rough sex.
After another disappointing (sexless) morning, Scott had said we should go to the zoo. The zoo? I didn’t quite understand where the fun was in that especially on such a hot day, but I went along anyway.
After a thirty-minute drive to the nearest zoo, Scott and I found ourselves standing in line to enter. There were so many kids around, and as much as I loved cute little babies, I hated how annoying they became once they hit the age of two. I don’t know why I’d agreed to this. The truth was I wasn’t fond of animals, or waiting in lines, or whining kids or anything that we’d run into today. All that stuff could come later in life. Right now I wanted adventure, and I was beginning to wonder whether I was going to get that with Scott.
“This is going to be fun. We should go and see the monkeys first.” He was like a little child, standing there getting our tickets all excited like it was Christmas morning. I rolled my eyes, and followed him to the gate. He did look pretty cute when he was excited like that, and was very sweet on top of that. But he was missing what had attracted me to him in the first place.
When we first met, Scott was all over me. We were having sex in the bathroom stalls of bars, restaurants, hotels. We were constantly going on trips. We’d just get in the car and drive wherever we wanted, taking random roads with nothing but the clothes we were wearing and a handful of cash. It was only after we’d moved in together that Scott began to lose a little bit of his adventurousness. First went the random trips, then the sex. I’m not sure about Scott, but I wasn’t quite ready to give up on the sex quite yet.
As we entered the park and followed the path to wherever the monkeys were, I noticed how hot it’d gotten. It was already boiling when I woke up, but it was even worse now. I could feel the sweat beginning to run down my breasts and in between them. I just hoped that I would cool down soon as I was wearing a thin white t-shirt and no bra. Last thing I needed was for the sweat to turn my t-shirt transparent and get kicked out of the park for dressing indecently.
“This is going to be so fun, don’t you think?” He looked at me all innocent-eyed.
“Yeah, it’ll be alright.” I didn’t have the heart to tell him this wasn’t really my thing.
We stopped behind a fence. Beyond it was a canvas of trees and a river running underneath them. I could see a few of the monkeys swinging around and two of them down at the river having a drink. I didn’t get why this was exciting for anyone. They were just animals.
“Oh look at that one up there. It’s looking at you.” Scott pointed up to one of the larger ones in the trees. It was looking right at me. It looked like it had a cheeky grin across its face. It was then I noticed that this monkey was gripping something between its legs and pumping it furiously. Kids that had looked up when Scott had pointed it out were getting pushed away by disgusted mothers, but I couldn’t help but laugh. I laughed so hard I could’ve sworn the entire population of people in the zoo would’ve heard me. It was so amusing, that little monkey was frustrated just like me.
“Quiet down will you. People are starting to stare.” He was such a bore.
“And what are you going to do to me if I don’t?” I looked back toward him and flashed a naughty smile.
His expression darkened for a second. I could have sworn he was about to tear my t-shirt off and pound me right there but instead he just gave me a weird look, “Come on, let’s go.”
Ugh, how disappointing.
We began to move on, the scorching heat started to take its toll on my head. I quickly tied my hair back and rolled up my shirt a little so that my belly was on show. I’d noticed at least four bathroom stalls where Scott could’ve took me for a quick fuck but he clearly wasn’t interested. The crying babies and wild children that should’ve been in cages along with the animals weren’t helping either, I just wanted to get out of this heat and preferably go home.
I noticed a building in the distance and just about made out the sign, it was a viewing building for the lion’s section of the zoo but it wasn’t that part I was interested in. It was the big red part of the sign that said “air-conditioning” that got me interested.
“Scott, let’s go take a look at the lions.” What I meant was, Scott, let’s go sit in the air conditioning for the rest of the day.
“So that’s where they are, I heard there was a new building you could use to view them from, right above them too rather than behind a fence metres away. It should be fun.”
We both made our way over, walking through the door I felt a sudden shift in temperature. I’d just walked into a giant freezer. I quickly pulled my hair down and unrolled my top from around my breasts. I noticed that the cold had made my nipples stiff which wasn’t easy to hide with my current wardrobe. It also didn’t help that I was already as horny enough as it was. I could notice more disgusted mothers staring right at me as they kept their young boys eyes locked onto the lions.
We took our place at the giant glass wall looking down on about six lions, from what I knew this would’ve all been one pack. With a single male and the rest being his mates who would raise his young as he enjoyed the playboy mansion-esque life. I wouldn’t mind having a guy like that if it meant great sex.
I noticed the male moving toward one of his partners, he crawled up behind her and pounced. Digging his claws into her back as he began to fuck her from behind. It was brutal, barbaric and most of all, it was turning me on. It reminded me so much of the sex I’d had with Scott when we first met. Rough, without the passion and love but only lust. I wanted that back. I could feel my stiff-nipples throbbing. I was getting wet down below as I watched the lion fuck his mate, her roars echoing through the building.
“Look at that Scott,” I pointed it out to him and noticed his eyes lock onto the thrilling sight. I knew now was my chance to get him to unleash his inner lion once again. I pressed up against him, my breasts rubbing on his moist, sweaty t-shirt. Going in for a kiss I quickly brushed my hand over his semi-erect dick that was finally coming out to play.
“Not here, there’s too many people,” and just like that the family-friendly man stopped me in my tracks before the fun could be had. I didn’t get it, he never would’ve cared a few months ago. Just because we lived together didn’t mean we had to calm down or grow up, we should be getting wilder everyday. That lion had five mates who he pretty much lived with yet he still took them from behind and fucked them hard whenever he felt like it, that’s all I wanted from Scott.
Now I was pissed off at him. I spent the rest of the day at the zoo having a quiet sulk on my own, walking a few steps behind him as he led me around the giant park of boring. I don’t get what’d changed. I didn’t understand what he wanted out of this relationship anymore. I’d tried everything but we were barely even having sex in our own bed.
The car ride back home was worse than the trip there, not only was it silent but Scott had realized how annoyed at him I was, he must’ve known why but he decided not to say anything even though I’d noticed him about to several times but he’d just sigh and continue driving down the road. I couldn’t help but keep thinking about how that lion mounted his lioness, how he dug his claws into her, even bit the back of her neck. We were all just mammals, I know they say that only humans and dolphins have sex for pleasure but it sure looked like those lions were having a hell of a good time, a much better one than I was having.
When we got back it was just a case of left over pizza and a quick glass of wine before I found myself lying down in the pitch black, in bed with the man who wouldn’t fuck me. I couldn’t continue to let this go on; I had needs, a lot of needs that he wasn’t meeting. I had to do something about it or else this was going to be over. I decided to take one last attempt at turning him on, if this didn’t work I don’t know what will.
I started kissing the back of his neck, up and down onto his back and using my hand to play and tug at his hair. He kept moaning out softly, I tried to make my way on-top of him but he was at the edge of the bed, so I continued to kiss and pull a little hard on his hair.