My Caveman Fear
Caveman fears. They continue to lurk within us. When we're at home, at work, on the road. Sometimes they sleep, but very often they wake up at the most inconvenient time.
One such fear is deep within me. I vividly remember that ominous day thousands of years ago. I was on a solo hunt. Everything went well at first. With the help of my sure spear, steady hand, and keen eye, I had bagged a fair amount of small game.
Then there came the time of fear. No, it was not yet that sort of fear I want to tell you about. First it was the fear of the hunter who became the hunted. The hunter turned into the prey. It was a saber-toothed tiger that suddenly jumped out of the bushes and charged at me, but I was as quick as a rabbit and ran away from him. I ran to our cave to find shelter there.
As I scrambled through the thick bushes, my hip fur got clung to the branches, and soon I was running completely naked with my spear thrown aside. Luck was on my side, and I saw the mouth of a cave, with the flames of a fire in the depths. Fire! It would save me! The fiercest of beasts fears fire. I flew into the cave, leaving the ravenous creature somewhere behind. I was safe at last! I was close to the fire! I saw a group of women standing around the fire. But they were not from our tribe. They were from a neighboring tribe that was feuding with us. Apparently, all the men had gone off to hunt the mammoth. In the terror of the chase, I got into the wrong cave. I stopped to catch my breath.
All the women turned in my direction. Most of them were naked. The tallest of them came up to me and, without hesitation, kicked me right in my low-hanging balls with all her might.
Yes, I was the first caveman to be kicked in the balls by a woman. Not with the hoof of an antelope, not with the tusk of a mammoth, not with the paw of a cave bear, but with the foot of a tall naked woman from a neighboring tribe.
It was terrible. My balls were pierced with excruciating pain. I felt nauseous and collapsed helplessly in front of all these women, clutching my poor balls in my hand.
A loud laughter erupted above me. The laughter of a dozen women standing over me and watching my agony. The first female laughter in history after a woman kicked a man in the balls. Now it was the time of real FEAR, the fear that Sigmund Freud would much later hint about in his writings, but never talk about openly.
That's how it all began. This primal fear still lurks deep inside me. The fear seasoned with that killing agony of testicular pain, absolute male helplessness, and triumphant female laughter.
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One such fear is deep within me. I vividly remember that ominous day thousands of years ago. I was on a solo hunt. Everything went well at first. With the help of my sure spear, steady hand, and keen eye, I had bagged a fair amount of small game.
Then there came the time of fear. No, it was not yet that sort of fear I want to tell you about. First it was the fear of the hunter who became the hunted. The hunter turned into the prey. It was a saber-toothed tiger that suddenly jumped out of the bushes and charged at me, but I was as quick as a rabbit and ran away from him. I ran to our cave to find shelter there.
As I scrambled through the thick bushes, my hip fur got clung to the branches, and soon I was running completely naked with my spear thrown aside. Luck was on my side, and I saw the mouth of a cave, with the flames of a fire in the depths. Fire! It would save me! The fiercest of beasts fears fire. I flew into the cave, leaving the ravenous creature somewhere behind. I was safe at last! I was close to the fire! I saw a group of women standing around the fire. But they were not from our tribe. They were from a neighboring tribe that was feuding with us. Apparently, all the men had gone off to hunt the mammoth. In the terror of the chase, I got into the wrong cave. I stopped to catch my breath.
All the women turned in my direction. Most of them were naked. The tallest of them came up to me and, without hesitation, kicked me right in my low-hanging balls with all her might.
Yes, I was the first caveman to be kicked in the balls by a woman. Not with the hoof of an antelope, not with the tusk of a mammoth, not with the paw of a cave bear, but with the foot of a tall naked woman from a neighboring tribe.
It was terrible. My balls were pierced with excruciating pain. I felt nauseous and collapsed helplessly in front of all these women, clutching my poor balls in my hand.
A loud laughter erupted above me. The laughter of a dozen women standing over me and watching my agony. The first female laughter in history after a woman kicked a man in the balls. Now it was the time of real FEAR, the fear that Sigmund Freud would much later hint about in his writings, but never talk about openly.
That's how it all began. This primal fear still lurks deep inside me. The fear seasoned with that killing agony of testicular pain, absolute male helplessness, and triumphant female laughter.
The original story here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/386979776
