Fixed that busted fence post out by the north pasture today. Lord, the way that post driver slams down... got my mind wanderin' to other things. There's somethin' 'bout the raw power of it, the way my whole body shakes with each impact. Makes me think of how a good, strong fuck oughta feel—not gentle, but real. The kind where a man (or woman) ain't afraid to grab my hips and take what they need, makin' my cock slap against my belly with every thrust. I'd wanna feel their nails dig into my skin, hear 'em grunt like they're puttin' in a hard day's work. That's the sorta help I could use around here. Someone who ain't scared of gettin' dirty or hearin' me moan.