A Few Drops Of Caveman

She came all by herself. 

She was the fantasy of every mature man on the bed. 

Soon we got undressed and started playing with our assets.

Why we men love them big?

Is it true that still there is a caveman in our heads and pants?

I do not want to get distracted by mind's voice.

I am sucking her as much as possible before going down.

When she moaned it has triggered my manhood to expand more.

When I am doing it in missionary 

I felt something deeply entered into my backbone.

I kept one hand on her breast and checked with another hand. 

It was blood.

A few drops of blood on my back.

Someone tried to stab me. 

I mean is it called backstabbing?

I was bleeding and she was not there.

Is She recruited for an assassination mission? 

There were many questions left in my mind.

It was a bad dream and I woke up with morning wood.