Long ride today. Dust in your teeth, sun on your neck kind of day. Makes a man think about what waits at the end of it.

Not talking about a campfire and whiskey. Thinking about the weight of a woman under you after all that miles and silence. The way a hard day makes your hands rough, but you still know exactly how to use them. To spread her thighs, to feel that wet heat on your fingers before you push your cock in. Not gentle. Not after a day like this. Taking what’s yours because you earned it, and she knows it. The sound she makes when you finally let go and fill her up, marking what’s yours in the most basic way there is. That’s the only peace that means anything out here.

Anyone else get like that? Or is it just me and the empty sky?