Author: RefinedCaveman

Being reassured by my girl[F]riend after being kicked out and the pande[M]ic worsened. [Long]

>*The fucked up part is that, while I can’t swear I’m representing dialogues verbatim, the actions leading up to sex are pretty much what actually happened during this streak of rather odd luck.*

A very naked Olive was using my arm as her pillow. That made getting to my phone a tad difficult.  I managed to grab the pesky device and checked the message. I had it on *Do Not Disturb*, so whatever had come through the filter had to be important.

A text from DJ: “Hey, cousin. Unfortunately, I got not great news.”

I had flown to Olive, and, the moment I got to the Airbnb, airports started canceling flights left and right as the COVID-19 situation exploded. I was risking being stranded not close to home. I needed the distraction, for I had recently moved out of my house, as my once-open marriage was headed straight into divorce. DJ had told me I could stay with him if I helped with minor stuff. “Not great news” sounded like insult *and* injury, to say the very least.

I typed my response: “What’s up? Need help with something?” Read more »

The night I met Kai [group] (x-post r/refinedcaveman)

It’s all about the little things. Details. What sets us apart from the rest when we do what we do? Attention to minor tweaking, dedication and focus..?

I breathed deeply, allowing my senses to step forward. Sensing the humidity in the air I breathed, the scent of forced cleanliness hotels strain for -always a tad too strong on odor cancellation if they’re not new, just like the room we were in- and the standardized wallpaper broken by rather stereotypical framed prints; light elbowed its way past half-closed curtains, unable to properly fill the room, yielding to generate soft shadows. But there was something else. The scent of female arousal caressed my nose, eroding my patience with mischievous fingertips. I sent a text to my wife, who was already under several blankets and waiting for news: “I’ll keep you updated!”

I’d just met Kai, Olive’s partner, a few hours prior and, inside that room, it felt like the natural next step. Olive breathed heavily, failing to appear collected. Her arousal was obvious in every movement: the way she breathed, the subtle fidgeting on the bed… Kai told Olive what I was thinking at that same moment, “you asked for this.” Read more »