Cat Noir Posing Novels & Stories

One black cat flicked its tail beneath a lavender bush, staring at the world with the expression of someone who had been disappointed for a very long time. “Kitty.” Issa made a sound I had never heard from a normal human being. Max stepped forward immediately. I caught his collar. He jerked backward. “Mommyyyyy.” “Do not mommyyyyy me.” “The white one is Sofia,” Nathan said. “The gray one is Dante. The black one is Cannoli.” “Cannoli?” I stared at him. “You named a black cat Cannoli?” “He used to bite when he was little. Sweet on the outside, criminal on the inside.”

“No biggie no biggie.” Just then I heard someone step in my office. Then, I heard my Kitten call out a ‘Hello’ and I almost had a panic attack. But I calmed myself down, and waited a moment before I made my way out to my office, finally facing my Kitten. She was facing away from me, setting up the set for the photo shoot and I just stood there, watching her. I couldn’t believe that she was standing there and I didn’t have to hide behind something just to watch her. Her curly hair was pulled back into a pony tail, she wore a Light blue sun dress that came down to her mid thigh. She topped it off she wore beautiful white flats with blue lace up ankle straps. When I realized how short it was, I

Iris POV. "He's a meanie," I tell Mathew did he train that rooster or something? He's really evil, he tried to eat me. "He is, but you are a strong kitten, aren't you, can you show me your scary face?" he asks me, I nod and try my best. "Grr," I say copying how he growls. "More baby, show your teeth," he says showing me how he does his growl, I copied him until I could do it, I'm a scary kitten.

When it was only my black lace panty left I felt embarrassed and wanted to cover my breast but Clyde stopped my hands. “ You look immaculate, Kitten, Don’t hide your body.” Clyde's husky voice penetrated my ears. His hand turned my body to face the huge mirror in front of us. Then his hand traced my stomach ever so lightly. I couldn't help but shiver when I saw myself and watched Clyde touching my skin. “ Like I said before, every imperfection that you see in your body is a masterpiece in my eyes, Kitten. So don’t hide it.” Then he cupped one of my breasts which made me moan.

Aurora sent a series of videos again, showing the black cat's face and even including a shot of the calendar and time to prevent any claims of deception. Noah retorted. [You must've gotten a fake cat from somewhere to fool me. I'm telling you right now: I won't believe it unless you bring my cat to me.] Aurora grew frustrated. [Do you want us to video call right now?] [You're an actress, a master of acting. I won't be fooled by your performance! If you don't bring my cat, it just proves you're hiding something!]

My breath came fast and shallow, lips now dry. In the corner, next to a fallen bookcase, stood…an enormous male cat with shiny black fur. Emerald-gold eyes peered into my soul as he lifted his head to hiss at me. I blinked a few times. Yep, I've lost it. Because what I was looking at was a panther, and we didn't have panthers in Colorado. Unless I missed something, okay, remain calm. Remember your farm training. Who the hell was I kidding? This was a wild animal, for Christ's Sake.

My cock twitched instantly despite having just come inside Sicily. Then I saw her. Catriona was in the living room, pretending to exercise. She was bent over slowly, touching her toes, the short backless black dress riding up high enough to reveal the perfect curve of her bare ass and the glistening hint of her arousal between her thighs. No panties. The dress clung to every curve, the bare expanse of her back begging to be touched. Her hair was down in loose waves, and the scent of her perfume oil mixed with her natural feminine musk filled the air like an invitation.

It was the first time I had ever seen Leo open his eyes. Black as pits, they glowed with an eerie golden light. He curled comfortably in my arms, lazily lifting his head to face the three Tibetan mastiffs. Their jaws gaped wide, saliva dripping onto my forehead, yet the pain I expected never came. The mastiffs froze in place, completely still. They stopped, their eyes locked on Leo's golden gaze, mesmerized. Then, as if under a spell, they scrambled backward, tails tucked, retreating in utter submission.

Cat laughed, “They are a little different than most, and you can ask whatever you want. I’m not embarrassed, and they are perfectly legal. First, I am an alternative model. It sounds weirder than it is, but because of my tattoos, that is how it is described. It is clear that I will not be featured in the JCPenney catalog, but I am preferred for certain clothing and accessories, as well as shoots specifically about tattoos. The other job is a little harder to explain. I am a dominatrix, but I am strictly hands-off. Some men like to be intimidated and controlled, and I just seem to have that presence.” “The modeling would explain why you can have two hours of sleep in three days and still look

She paints my nails black and I’m wearing black rings on every finger and knuckle. I look like a singer in a heavy metal band, with my tight but functional clothes, the rivets decorating my accessories, my teased hair and my eyeliner. They let me out of the bathroom and I walk over to Tristan, hips swaying. “Kitten, you look like a beautiful panther who could take someone’s head off without breaking a nail,” he tells me, grabbing my hips and nipping at my stomach, where my navel ring shows. “You’re perfect.”