She’s small, round and soft. And so alluring my loins swell by the sight of her. Surely she was sent by the Ancestors to be my Mate. The tribe will rejoice when they see her.
She’s mine now.
He’s a seven feet tall caveman with muscles the size of tree trunks, fangs like a tiger and a smouldering fire in his eyes. He makes my knees buckle just by looking at me. And he’s saved me from deadly dinosaurs about twenty times. If he could get me a steaming mug of latte on this crazy alien planet, he’d be perfect. Almost. Because I really want to go home. But he thinks I’m his Mate, and he’s taking me to his cave.
And I get the feeling my opinion about that doesn’t count for much…
Note: This is a standalone story.