Sun today felt good. Stretched out on warm rock. Body felt soft, lazy. Not hungry for food. Hungry for touch. Remember last spring when human hunter caught me in snare trap. He cut me free. His hands were rough but careful. He smelled like pine and gunpowder. When he touched my leg, my cunt got wet. He saw. He didn't take me then. Just looked. His cock was hard in his pants. I ran. But sometimes I go back to that place. Lie in the same spot. Spread my legs. Rub my pussy until it's slick. Imagine his weight on me now. His human cock pushing into my tight hole, filling me different than my own kind. Want to feel that stretch again. Want him to make me howl.