Mrs. Leap and I had a good time writing this amazingly accurate historical piece. Enjoy.
You may not know this, but if you read this story you will. History tells us, as a species, the more humans change, the more we are the same. Since the dawn of time... 50 or 100 years ago, women have cheated on their men.
You may ask yourself, how does this guy know? Well if you will shut the fuck up I'll tell you.
My name is Fank, I'm a pretty normal type of guy, I know this because all twenty of us look similar. My forehead is thick and proud. My unibrow grows rather bushy and dark, giving me a very distinguished look. My teeth, all thirteen of them, are short and blunt, just made for gnawing. I'm rather tall for a man, I'm aware of this because I hit my head on the cave entrance a lot. I always dress in the latest animal skins. You can probably see for yourself what a fine looking catch I am.
By trade, I'm in pterodactyl procurement. I enjoy my work, you haven't lived until you've chased a 500-pound flying lizard with a sharp stick. The eggs are very valuable, the meat is succulent and the skin is smoother than the ass of a baby stegosaurus. I make a good living for my wife and I.
My beautiful wife Fuglee... I call her Fug, could be the centerfold from Pentcave magazine. She has long dark tangled hair... on her head, under her arms, on her back and between her legs. And her tits, man, she has two, unlike her sister. Fug's ass though, is her best feature. It's three axe handles wide, or would be if I knew what an axe was.
Fug and I met at the river, one day. When her head popped out of the water with that trout in her mouth, I knew right then that she was the one for me. I was in love, Id never seen a trout that big. She was every thing I dreamed of in a woman. The water glistening on the hair of her upper lip made me hard instantly.
I was speechless... Of coarse I was you asshole, nobody could talk yet. I went to Fug and looked into her eyes, one was brown and one was blue, they were mesmerizing. Well, they made me dizzy anyway. Her smell was intoxicatingly pungent, you know... like wet Yak fur. I knew right then, this lovely fragile creature would be mine.
Later that evening, on our honeymoon, we made beautiful sweet love for the first time. I mounted her from behind, is there really any other way. I'm not too sure if she was virgin or not, because I hit the wrong hole the first time. She screamed in ecstasy. I knew then that we were meant for each other, that our love would stand the test of time.
We bought a stylish cave in a small gated community in the hills. You've probably seen it, It's near the trail that passes the big rock next to the old tree by the pond. Yes it was gated, if you have been chased by a hungry sabretooth in the middle of the night you wouldn't ask such a stupid question.
