Libido hit inferno levels. Pouring jet fuel on an already-burning fire.

Running Primal Nights alongside New Primal. It felt like pouring jet fuel on top of an already-burning fire — a blazing inferno, right at the edge of control. Like pushing a race car to its absolute limit, a hair's breadth from spinning out. My libido skyrocketed to a constant, very hot internal burn. Right at the edge of too much, but just enough to sustain it.