The first hard frost came last night. Everything is quiet and still this morning, the barn roof white, the ground crunching under my boots. It’s beautiful, but it brings a different kind of loneliness. The kind that settles deep in your bones. My spouse left before dawn for the livestock auction, won’t be back until late. The silence out here is so complete it feels heavy.

I fed Orion earlier. He was warm and restless in his stall, nuzzling my neck with that familiar, demanding pressure. I didn’t have time for our usual… arrangement. Just a quick pat and his grain. But now, hours later, sitting alone in this big, quiet farmhouse, I can’t stop thinking about the heat of him. The sheer, animal weight. There’s a part of me that wants to go back out there, lead him to the covered paddock where it’s private, and let him pin me against the wooden wall with his body. To feel that massive, throbbing cock pushing into my cunt from behind, stretching me wide open, his hot breath steaming in the cold air on my shoulder. No tenderness, just pure, brute necessity—him taking what he needs, and me taking the feeling of being so completely, physically filled that it drowns out the quiet. It’s fucked up. It’s the most honest thing I know.