Goddess, if you've never felt a proper eating session administered by a feline tongue, you will never know what you're missing. Apparently, his rough oral organ had kept its feral state along with his canines. I did not question it. I dug my claws into his hair and yowled in selfish gratification. That tongue sought deeper with a rigid lapping not at all physically possible for a human man.
Oral sex on a private beach in Maui. I ask you... is there anything more perfectly pampering than this?
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The bliss of fuck-struck newlyweds. That was exactly how it felt. Two discovering the beginning of the end. How appropriate; Hawai'i, like it's mainland cousin, Florida, is the land of the newlywed and nearly dead.
It was only later that day that I began to feel the superficiality seeping in like ink running from a lifelike sketch splashed with cold water. Call me a cynic. I'm not used to anything being perfect. __________________________
I stared at him across the dinner table, happily gnawing meat off a decidedly-un-porcine joint, wondering what Airhumm's game was. What he was planning, lurking in there behind his innocent guise. He was using the poor boy, and the boy wouldn't have admitted it. Basil didn't even know he was there.
Who wants to admit there's more than one being in their body?
I did not sleep that night. I paced. I read the same sentence in a novel about twelve times, trying to get into the plot and failing. I watched Basil sleep. Finally, I went downstairs and made myself a cup of soothing catnip tea. Then I began to play nocturnes on the baby grand (now missing its cover). That usually calmed my nerves... but I just couldn't get myself into the flow of the notes. I remember I kept forcing my fingers to smooth their motions...
