Going Feral

At the ripe old age of 45, I decided I had enough of living in a house and the city, I decided to go feral. By feral, I mean living off the grid and living in a forest. I knew the forest I want to live in and head after selling off unwanted stuff I headed off. I walk from the closest train station into the forest, I had some basic foodstuffs and essentials tools to survive. After 3 days wandering around, I found a cave. It wasn't really that big, but I could stand in and swing a cat if I had one. I closed off the entrance a bit so I could enter and restrict entry to unwanted animals, making a fireplace near the entrance to allow the smoke exit without filling the cave. There is a stream nearby for water and I found a place to bath just a little way downstream. With some candles for light, I settled down and started exploring the forest. I hunt whatever fruits could be eaten and I would go to the closest town and buy can food and wash my clothes at a laundromat. Which I stockpiled in the cave for winter, also looking for casual work at the same time. I met a nice lady called Elaine 56 widow who worked at the supermarket and became friendly with her. I told I lived out of town in a remote place and didn't have any phone service and I attended a dance at the church hall and had several dances with her. I walked her home afterward and was invited in and stayed the night with her. I would fuck her once a week on Friday nights after that, I then met Kerryanne 53 divorced and started fucking her on Mondays and Wednesdays nights. I an accident and cut myself quite deeply on the upper right arm and walked to the local doctor's office and got 6 stitches in it. One of the doctors named Valery 60 and not attached and after a little while, I started seeing her on Saturday nights for sex. There was a lack of single middle-aged men in the town and I made the most of it. Although I live in a cave I keep in touch at the local library and the internet, mainly to keep in touch with my family and friends in the city