Flirting Cat นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It wasn’t like I expected anything in return for the cat. Except a small, inner part of me kind of did. There had been something extra between us this weekend. Sometimes, it had felt like she was outright flirting with me. And then there was the whole almost-kiss where she hadn’t seemed to mind the fact that she was sitting directly on my erection. A part of me bubbled with anticipation, hoping for more moments just like that. Therefore, keeping her happy was beyond important to me.

It's hard to stay in the right headspace when someone's constantly pressuring me to do or say something I don't want to. "Did you know that our kitty cat enjoys anal? I thought she'd slap me across my face or at least try to kick me in the balls, but no, she was so into the whole play she didn't even flinch." I blurt out probably to lead the topic away from whatever Luka has to say.

The kitten was scratching him with her claws and tonight isn't going to end so quickly. She pulled his t-shirt upwards as she won't be able to take it off due to the arm sling. Then she started her artwork on his abs by placing gentle kisses there creating havoc inside his mind with her actions. After taking her time on his drool-worthy abs, she was proceeding downwards toward his crotch. She started opening the strings of his pants while he lay there breathing heavily with her lewd actions. She opened the strings successfully and pulled down his pants fully and threw it in a corner. She did a long stare at his boxers where his manhood was waiting to spring out and claim her kitty.

He tilts his head slightly as he leans back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. "Nope," I shrug my shoulder, shaking my head slightly, "So can you help me?" Flashing him my sweet smile. "Please." He let’s out a soft huff, "Yes, of course, anything for a fellow cat lover." He starts typing on his keyboard. "Just give me a sec."

His question echoed ominously in the room, and I could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on me. Caught off guard, I scrambled for an excuse. In a moment of panic, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "My cat, Miss Margaret, was tragically run over by a car this morning," I lied, my voice trembling with feigned distress. To make it seem more believable, I forced myself to tear up, my eyes brimming with counterfeit tears.

My eyes turn big when his hand spreads my folds and licks my cunt with his tongue, startled my hand automatically clutching his hair not knowing if I should pull him away or shove him deeper into my private part. “ How about this, Kitten? Do you like me tasting and licking you here?” Clyde's seductive orbs make me want to shut my eyes, but suddenly he licks me again and I can't help but utter “ fuck! I like both your finger and mouth Clyde!” Shit! It was embarrassing to admit it but the way he was teasing me today was so different. He had this dark dangerous vibe around him like he was possessed.

Turning around I reunited with those pair of dark eyes with a sinister smile sprawled across his lips. Letting out a lazy laugh, he paces towards me. I glue my back to the door hoping it would swallow me up as a whole. “Is my feisty kitten scared now?” his 6’2 tall figure towering over me. Pulling up his right hand from his pocket, he grips onto my nape, bringing my face infront of his, mingling our breaths. I attach my hands to his chest in an attempt to put some distance between us. My efforts turn futile when he won’t budge but instead shoves his face into the crook of my neck inhaling my scent.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

“My little kitten.” The humiliation burns hot, but so does the arousal. My thighs tremble, and I’m already soaking through the lace of my underwear. He sits on the cushion and leans back. His face turns a deep shade of red as his eyes roam over my body hungrily. His large hands caresses my cheek, stopping at the choker around my neck. "If you're a cat now, what can you do?" he teases. I don’t answer. Instead, I crawl onto his lap, tilting my head and nuzzling into the crook of his neck. My lips press softly against his skin, leaving light kisses and occasionally nibbling gently.

My eyes widened when I realized that he was just an inch away from me. I swallowed nothing when I felt the air coming from his mouth as he breathed harder. I watch his lips moving as it twitches a little, his lips are red that you can compare it to an apple and that apple is calling me. I moved slowly, closing the distance between us but I stopped when I heard the cat meow. I came back to reality when I heard the sound of the cat. Oh My God! What are you doing, Calliope? Is this flirting? Do I want to kiss this man's lips? Oh God, Calliope. You didn't even know this man as well as his name and yet you are the one who initiates a kiss?!