I’m running through the forest, faster and faster till I can’t run any more. It’s behind me I know it just a few more meters to go I’m almost there……..




I’m in bed now, a dream, how could I be so foolish to believe that IT was chasing me. I know it’s far far far away in a place that I don’t plane on visiting anytime soon. A man if u could call it that. More of a forgotten animal that tormented me…… It all started about two years ago when we decided to go camping.

My husband and I decided to go camping for the weekend out in northern Canada for the week. Out of the fast life of the city to just relax for a week out in the forest. Just me and him alone for a whole week. It sounded like a week of romantic sex that we never got to do because of our hectic lives. I was still an attractive woman about 32 with a thin size one waist that made my 34c breast stand out in a crowed. Shoulder length brunet hair that I usually keep in a pony tail. A nice wholesome face with baby blues that made guys blush when I caught them staring. “I was a great catch” is what my husband always told me…. He wisent much to look at but he had the hart of a loin. A middle age looking man. He kept a bald head because he started to go bald in high school. Not much of build on his body but he could always get the pots from the top cupped for me.

Our fist night in the forest was terrific with an all night love session that had me screaming my husbands name with my multiply orgasms that he brought me too.