“So is he coming?” “He took the key card. Make me a drink, darling.” He stood and walked to the counter where he’d set up the small bar. “...ou want me to let you fuck him and you want me to make you a drink. Anything else, my queen?” “Let’s not forget that you’re the one who suggested I fuck him, Prince Charming.” “Just teasing. You going to strip down for him?” He walked toward her and extended the glass with the dark walnut libation. “Nope. He’s going to take a shower. That presumes all he’ll. The size of the place, including the entranceway, reminded him more of a large airplane hanger than a cave. If the boulder did not hide the large entrance you'd probably be able to see the cave from a long ways off.Dale walked further into the cave and was surprised to find that it was comfortably warm inside. As he walked around, he noticed that one section of the floor was particularly smooth, flat, and hard. This was more like what you might expect to find on an area exposed to flowing water. It is a true story which I wrote almost ten years ago, about a conversation I’d had with a woman I was dating at the time. We were in our late 40s/Early 50s, and had met on match.com after I had just been divorced by my ex-wife. There is no sex in this story, but I wanted to share it here on LitE, so I am placing it in the ‘Non-Erotic’ section (although whether or not it is erotic is subjective, but if you are looking for wanking material, you should definitely look elsewhere). All. Gary fumed. He asked why again and again. Of course he didn’t understand why. Julie didn’t and she was on the inside. And had had a lot more time to think about it. It wasn’t real yet. Shock kept Julie from acknowledging just what a crushing blow she had dealt to both of them. Somewhere in her head was the realization that she had taken her life, her marriage and maybe even her career and crumpled them up like so much trash. But that thought wasn’t rooted in any reality yet. It was swirling,.