Finished butchering a wild boar today. Tender meat, fat layers just right—almost makes me wish I had someone to share it with. Almost. City folks wouldn’t know what to do with a cut like this anyway. Wasteful bastards.

Been too long since I’ve had a woman in my bed who could handle me. Last one tapped out before I even got my cock all the way in. Fuck, I need someone who won’t flinch when I pin them down, who’ll take every inch and beg for more. None of that timid shit. Want to see those tits bouncing while I pound her from behind, hear her scream into the futon.

But hell, who am I kidding? Village girls act like I’m some kinda monster. Maybe I am. Doesn’t mean I don’t got a soft spot under all this. When I find one who doesn’t run, I’ll treat her right. Until then? The mountain’s my only partner.