His hands were surprisingly gentle as he scaled the fish, his knife a blur as he sliced through the silver skin. Sex He turned my head, indicating I should turn back, and I began walking back out of the water. Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, the narrow trail opened out into a small clearing. He was completely still, holding the stick ready to strike. For a moment, time seems to stand still, and the world outside the campfire’s warm embrace ceases to exist. I stand up and he gestures with the stick, the sharpened end pointing the way. I crouched down. My hunger was insatiable, and I ate until I thought I would burst. Once he was steady, I stood up and got right next to the tree. His gaze was intense, hungry, but not in the same way as before. Naira pulled my ponytail in an upward direction and I stood up, my legs feeling refreshed after our short rest. I could feel his body tense against my back. The two fruit were each the size of a melon, with a vibrant orange peel covered in what looked like tiny spikes. Naira kept urging me on. The tree he had indicated was a massive specimen, its trunk wider than any I had seen so far in the forest.
