- Me: *during sex* ....i think i hear someone coming....
- girl: ....who?
- me: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE *bust nut*
You’re moving through the tall grass, getting a glimpse of the prey, the shoulders mostly, the mane. You prepare your rifle. You’re very quiet. And then t h e r e ’ s a m o m e n t. The wind changes, the grass stops swaying. The lion turns, looks at you. The moment you realize you are no longer the hunter, y o u a r e t h e p r e y.