This guy has been driving me nuts with his fucking perfect pussy.  He's a masculine guy with very white skin and nearly hairless all over.  Thirty something.  Honestly, it's like he's giving off a chemical that is making me go insane. And it's like he knows he's doing it to me.  I look in his eyes sometimes and I think...are you the devil or what?  It's like he has a grip on my soul, my sanity, everything I am.

I think that's how I threw my back out to be perfectly honest.  He's a bigger guy with long big legs and I think the combination of having that weight on my shoulders along with all of that lower back movement on my part  ;) wore out my muscles.  The other day I was bending over to put something in the dishwasher and I had a fast, shooting pain in my lower left side.  It felt like I had been tasered.  I almost dropped to my knees the pain was so intense.  Since then, I have been having small electric-like shots of pain there, but its no where nearly as debilitating.

Things at the farm are robust.  The recent rain gave everything a second lease on life.  The lawn is lush and emerald and after it's been cut, you have to stand there and marvel at its green beauty.  The sunflowers that I struggled with earlier this year are up and in flower.  The struggle consisted of me and little fucking turd of a groundhog who made it his business to chew off the top two leaves of each seedling as it spouted.  The dog is no help.  She spends hours, stone-still pointing the asshole out, but do you think she ever runs after it, catches and kills it?  Hell no.  I have the world's only nature-loving dog.

Said 'screw this' to the mountain of work I had on my desk the other day, went downstairs, grabbed a glass of wine and headed off into the fields with the dog.  We crossed the stream and the 'wild tub' as I call it...a natural waterfall and place to bathe... then headed up the logging trail into the dark, still forest.  We follow a deer trail, well worn over the years, by the dutiful, short steps of small hoofs that have downtrodden its path. It's like walking in the gutter lane at a bowling alley, but it's a sure, clean way.  Once you are into the forest about 500 yards or so, the path levels off and you get the sense that you are navigating the edge of a dark, large brimmed hat before you begin a descent down a gravely road that opens into another part of the stream and more waterfalls.

One of these days, I'm going to find someone to bring up here, lay him down next to that stream and screw them right there atop the soft earth. I want to fill him with my cum.  Cream inside of him while he's laying on the moist earth with those stark hemlocks above.  Have the drumming blood in my ears, quiet after the rush, and have that sound replaced with the sound of the nearby running water.