Bear was digging into an old log. Brett sat on it.Bear pulled up a sliver of wood and licked under it. “Grubs. Want some?”“Thank you.” Brett p...lled off a piece of bark and sucked the grubs into his mouth. He crushed them against the roof of his mouth and swallowed. The bitter juices spread heat and well being through him.Bear rested his massive paws on the log. “What is troubling you, cub?”“I hurt someone.”“Tell me.”“Well, it’s like this.”When Brett finished, Bear rested his head on his paws. Too strongly muscled and I’m not interested, unless (s)he’s a femboy, then I want to be fucked in a girly way.Sure younger bodies usually are nicer. But among those real people I’ve thought of having sex with, there are two nearly seventy, and a few in the decade prior. I’m partial to slender bodies, long legs and narrow hips. Butts which are a muscled extension of the leg, flowing smoothly from the groin to the spine. I prefer natural to shaved; the prickles and smells are part of the. A man I had never seen before, “What the fuck" I say out loud to myself. Something wasn’t right, I reached up and touched the skin on my face, it felt tight and cracked beneath my finger as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my eyes go wide. I see blood, a lot of blood. "What the fucking hell!" I shoot up, oh my head. It's still fuzzy, throbbing. "It was just a dream. It was all a dream wasn’t it? What the hell happened?" I look around. On my hand is what's left of my cat ear knuckle. She came right back. "You were saying?" Thank you. Between you and the gin, I feel better now than I have all day. You've really helped." She paused reflectively, "It took me a long time to find one that I liked-a man and a job-and now I can't have both. Life is tough." Another tear dropped. This time, I wiped it away with a soft trace of her beautiful satin face. "Thanks for listening." That's what I'm for. So, if you want to keep him, you have to get a local job?" That's what he wants me to.