Caleb
Human.
Female.
Human.
Female.
As I stand under the spray of water, my brain and my bear go around and around. I’m trying to remind my bear that the very delectable woman in my cabin is human and; therefore, fragile. Too delicate for all the things I want to do to her. My bear wants me to do to her.
All my bear roars is, female. And it’s with the territorial dominance of a bear in full competition. As if we were in spring mating season and he has to fight off all the other males. He’s aggressive. Posturing.
And he needs to tone it the f**k down or I won’t have any finesse at all with that female. I won’t be able to change her opinion about men and s*x. And for some unknown reason, that goal grows more and more important to me by the minute.
I fist my c**k. I’d better let off s
