Runner's High

I'm a runner. I run in the early morning hours in the dark. I love the quiet except for the sound of my breath. I love seeing the moon and stars and catching a glimpse of the occasional nocturnal animal. This morning it was heavy fog and I locked eyes with a feral cat. Lately I've been fantasizing about meeting a sexy, fit man on the trail (who just happens to be my husband). He will lift me up and fuck me out in the open with all the people around asleep in their beds and none the wiser of our rendezvous. We'll break the silence of the morning with our pleasure cries.