©2001 Jet Mykles
Our heroine is not too sure that the resident tom cat isn’t her sexy new neighbor.
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The tom cat nuzzled my neck, tickling the soft indent right under my ear as his paws gently kneaded the top of my breast. Never too much, he’d only hurt me a few times in the past before he’d learned what I’d allow. What, to my shame, gave me a distinct thrill. Was this wrong? I’d never done anything truly disgusting like seeing if the amorous tom would go down on me. Never more than the slight kneading and an occasional lick at the top of my bathing suit. It couldn’t be wrong, but I felt the guilt anyway.
It was his purr, caressing the artery which supplied life to my brain. He put vibrations in that blood, heating up my mind directly at the sex center, which of course, links directly with my nipples and the over-sensitive knob between my legs. Continue reading Feline Encounter