Hello Kitty Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

Dylan calls from one room, opening the door wide for me to come in. "Hello," I say walking into the room, I saw Dylan standing near a girl who was just as short as me, she had blond hair and green eyes, and she was holding Tiger, my kitty, how did he end up here? "Sorry Katie, Tiger has found some company while we were out, I hope you don't mind it," Dylan says worriedly. "It's okay," I assure him, I didn't mind sharing my kitty, he needs to have friends too. "He's a good kitty, he only attacks daddy when he yells at me," the girl Victoria says kissing the head of grumpy Tiger.

Soon, she responded, "It's getting late. You should rest soon, sir. Good night." I replied to her with a "good night" as well. That was the end of the chat. I scrolled up to see our chat history. All we'd ever talked about was work. Every message Kyrie had sent me had ended with a full stop. Then, I looked at her profile picture again. It was a pink water lily that had yet to bloom. There was text on both sides of the flower—one side read "wealth", while the other read "romance". For some reason, I couldn't help but chuckle in amusement when I recalled how stoic and uptight Kyrie was.

Breasts of varying appearances dangle in front of my face, cushioning the back of my head. Large and bulbous, small and perky, double D cups, tiny dark nipples, large pink nipples. My harem has it all. “You seem so tense, Master..” Lily, number 8 of my harem, whispers, biting the side of my neck slightly. “I am fucking tense.” I grumble. “We'll fix that,” My number 5 says, an exotic beauty with shining bronze skin, and a sinfully curvy and soft ass, “We always do.”

Quickly I slid down and I saw the message. 'Hello Kitty, You have been selected for the first screening which would be conducted at the address below. Do well also to upload photos of you to the website and fill the attached form.' Your guess is as good as mine. It was from the club and I had been selected to partake in the screening. I smiled as I started thinking of what to do because certainly I could not go there looking like me. I needed to work on myself.

Leah giggled at her reaction. Kitty continued to scan his profile; there wasn't anything much on there. It just said in his short bio that "he loves women 30-49 years old". Leah glanced at Kitty, who was wide-eyed. She knew that Kitty was scanning the exposed penis photos one by one. The shots were in different angles, but all images made his penis look more than average length. "Those are fake. It doesn't look like that in person," said Leah; Kitty nodded. She handed Leah's phone back. Leah intern hurriedly placed it in her bag.