The Oldest Profession

They say it's the oldest confession. What was it like when it started? He entered the cave wrapped in his hides, carrying meat from his hunt that could last for weeks. But inside the cave, she was waiting for him, furs off, with her toes dipping into the clear pool water. Her bare legs, furry pussy, ripe breasts, and long black hair shimmered in the pool's reflection.

As he lay the shaft of his spear down on the cave floor, his other shaft straightened in front of him. She emerged from the pool, lay down on her soft furs, and invited him to come in her cave.