‘I’ll be home in an hour.’ On your way home, just thinking about the plans you have for tonight gives you a raging hard-on. When you walk throug... the door, she meets you with your favorite cocktail, a vodka cranberry. Her hair still damp from her recent shower, her nude body glistening in the light, she wears nothing but a thin diamond studded collar, the one you had bought for her birthday last year. You linger for a moment, enjoying your cocktail. ‘Submit.’ you say. Quickly she turns from. "We humans think we're almighty clever, but ol' Nature, she just bides her time. She ain't in no hurry, cause she knows that in the end, it's all gonna be hers again."The buckskin snorted and tossed his head as if in agreement, the cold wind catching the long hair of his mane and whipping it about.Much as he hated to leave the shelter offered by the scattered pines, Alex nudged the buckskin with his heels as he slacked up on the reins and touched them to the right side of Buck's neck."I reckon. This shit we got on is like wearing hog lard smeared all over my face, and there’s no way I’d put it all over my naked body and run with it.”“The only lard you got on you, is your lard-ass and your lard-belly.”“Fuck you! You’re someone to talk about a lard-ass.”“Fuck you too! Lard-ass!”“Will you two just shut-the-fuck-up? I think that old boy’s been in the army. I bet he gets that paint through some outfit that makes it for the military. Damn, he sure is a big’un ain’t he?”“Hell, I bet that big. Without thinking I suggested a visit to the porn cinema. There was a pause for a few seconds and I thought I had blown it but she giggled down the phone and told me to give her an hour to get dressed properly.We met in a pub nearby. She was wearing a long mac done up to the top so I couldn’t guess what she was wearing apart from red stillettos and seamed stockings. I was straining with a fierce erection and very nervous but she seemed calm and relaxed and asked me about the cinema. She seemed.