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We enjoy an amazing performance and I am thrilled to get to meet the band backstage, but I am starting to feel overly hot. “Adonis, I hate to cut this night short, but we have to get going,” I say with terror in my eyes as I realize what is happening, one whiff of my scent which is rapidly getting stronger as my pheromones increase and Adonis nods. We make it to our vehicle and Adonis swiftly pulls me onto his lap. His voice is raspy and filled with need as he says, “ Allow me to give you some relief, My Little Kitten.”

He coos, pulling himself all the way out and rinsing his hand off under the water. "You're out of control." Nate teases once I'm under the water again. I shake my head and lean down to turn the water off. I was very, very horny right now. Was I in heat? Could panthers go into heat? I'd never gone into heat before, and from what I knew about regular cats, it happened to them every few weeks. I would've noticed something like this intense desire to be with my mates before. Ever since I'd made up with Ike, I hadn't been able to keep my hands off my mates. And I have to say, I was letting them do things to me I didn't know if I'd normally be into.

' She says to Kota and disappears into the trees. We can smell our mates, but they aren't in sight. 'Up here, Cujio.' Cat calls to Kota from the branch of a tree. She leaps down in front of him and rubs her body against his. 'You aren't supposed to give up your hiding spot, little one.' Kota purrs at Cat as he pushes back into her. 'I believe that makes you it!'

"You mean like some damn animal or something?" His eyes narrowed at me, remaining silent though as he waited for me to sober up. "How are you so sure though? I'm just a human, in case you forgot. Maybe I just have a random virus and you're wrong," I countered back. I didn't believe him. Not a single word. He wasn't making any damn sense anyway. Heat. How the hell could I ever get into heat? I'm not a damn fucking cat for Christ's sake! "I am sure because I can smell it on you,"

My fingers hover around the notification. I don’t get any pleasure from kitten if I’m being honest. A couple of years ago, during a late night in Toronto, an associate listens to me whine about how much I miss Gia to the point he gets tired, creates this account, and tells me to go through it. I forgot all about the account until months ago when I stumble on kittenxo. There’s something so familiar about her. She became the only one I followed and up until that night in that bloody cat suit, I didn't give a shit about her. But she looked so uncomfortable instead of sexy, so I did what anyone with eyes would have done, I paid her twelve grand to turn the live off.

People stopped us every block, an older woman cooing, two teenagers snapping selfies, even a delivery guy on his bike pausing to say, “Yo, cute cat, man.” “See?” Carolina said, pointing like she’d just proven some scientific fact. “He’s a gato mágico. I told you.” “Or he’s just a kitten.” She gasped like I’d committed blasphemy. “Just a kitten? He is destiny in fur. Watch, he’ll change your whole life.” I shook my head, smirking despite myself. “You’re ridiculous.” “Ridiculously right,” she shot back, scribbling something into her notebook mid-stride without even looking where she was going. I had to grab her elbow to stop her from walking straight into a mailbox.

The warm heat that sometimes accompanies the day when it isn't rainy winter weather only adds to its charm. And today, with my Kitten here with me, I can't quite describe the peace that travels through me each moment my gaze drifts to her. She's seated on a pool chair right now. Her long tanned legs peek out from beneath the black sheer caftan she has on. One that does little to hide the lacy two piece bikini underneath. One that had my mind drifting to dirty thoughts twenty seconds ago when she stepped out of the house dressed like pure temptation. I could see the swell of her breasts through the caftan. And my gaze didn't stop there.

I'd hiked my skirt up, pulling my soaked panties aside while I circled my swollen clit with a ballpoint pen. I'd imagined it was a tongue there, lapping my fluids, making me cum so hard. I almost got caught too by my CFO. And let's not talk about my ridiculous p**n habits. I always searched about young studs railing older busty Milfs like myself. I loved watching the big tittied cougars get their wet cunts pounded mercilessly, moaning out loud. "Fuck me harder, you younger stud..." I wailed in the comfort of my bedroom, fingering my horny snatch.

Kat replenished my cock with coke immediately. "My turn," she said. She sniffed it up effortlessly. "Fuck me, I love cocaine," she said. She and Caitlyn almost simultaneously turned their attention to me. Kat put her tongue on my cock and made a big show of slowly licking up and down it. Caitlyn took a turn after her. "Are we good coke sluts for you, daddy?" Kat asked.

I smile and drink on my water. "You're planing something stupid, Caty," Chase warned. I ignored him and I finished down my water in one swing. "You really want me to get a cat?" "Former: I am. Latter: yes, I really need you to get me a cat. I want one with green eyes. A Balinese Cat maybe? I heard they're hypoallergenic. I'm not really sure," I agreed. "I have a talk at NYU today. I've decided to eat lunch out with you, and I need you to book me a manicure-pedicure at Downtown."