Naughty Kitten Novels & Stories

My fingers found my pussy, hot and slick and ready. “Oh dear big daddy, you shouldn’t be sticking your dick anywhere else but inside me” I professed as though he was right in front of me. I didn't think twice before sinking my naughty fingers inside my slippery pussy, arching up to meet with the feverish sensation coursing through me. “Fuck me, step daddy! Just once, please, make me yours”. I shivered in the dark as I touched and cruised through my delicates. Teasing and twirling my sensitive nipples with my free hand.

Gentler than they needed to be. The hum of the dryer shut off. Silence. His fingers smoothed the last damp strands back from her forehead, tucking them behind her ear. She didn't open her eyes. She just tilted her head and pressed her warm, dry hair into the curve of his neck, nuzzling into his collar. "You're doing that on purpose," he said. "Mm." She rubbed her hair against his jawline. "Your fault. You made it smell good." "You're more trouble than a cat, kitten." he said. His voice was dry, but his hand came up to cup the back of her head, holding her there for just a moment longer. "A cat would at least clean itself."

At some point, I’d found myself a seat far away enough to dwell in my anger, while not interrupting them. Damien tilts his head toward the balding guy. “Maxwell, was it? One more thing.” “Y-Yes, sir. Anything.” “I’m looking for my kitten,” he says. I blink. Of all the unhinged things— “She ran away this morning.” He leans back like the room belongs to him—like it always has—and lets his eyes drag over me in a way that sends heat skittering down my spine. “She’s about this tall.” His hand lifts, stopping exactly at my height. Of course it does. “Brown fur. Hazel eyes. Very pretty little thing.” His mouth curves. “Sharp mouth. Bad attitude. Thinks she’s smarter than everyone in the room.”

KITTEN. ~~~~

I can only smile, thinking how she’s so excited to see me. “Hi, baby! Who are you going to check on here? I should thank that person. You haven't come to see us in months!” My mother spoke up, half-scolding me. I didn’t say anything about someone; how come she thinks it’s a person? “Uh… it’s a kitten, mom. A very naughty kitten,” I grinned, almost snorting at my own metaphor. “A kitten? Why do you need a cat? Are you looking for a Thai cat?” Hearing my mother's naivety made me bust out laughing.

Lilian pointed at the crying kitten in the little girl's hand. "No you just want the kitten for yourself" Briana accused Lilian. "Don't worry I don't want the kitten I am just telling you to put it down or else it will die" she explained exasperated. "No your lying" Briana pulled the kitten towards her. The kitten was squish, the baby kitten in a panic tried to get free, in the process of scratching Briana. The little girl shouted as she let go of the kitten. The kitten immediately runs away.

The kittens were chaos wrapped in fur. Perfect, tiny chaos, but chaos nonetheless. Mochi, for example, already fancied herself a tiny menace. All black, sleek as midnight, with claws that always seemed sharper than nature intended. She squirmed and hissed at shadows in her sleep, a tiny dictator of darkness. Goose. Poor, delusional Goose thought he was a tiger. Bold orange stripes, puffed chest, constantly crawling over his siblings like he was conquering uncharted territory, never mind that his eyes hadn’t even opened yet.

“I'm so drowsy. I barely got any sleep last night.” I raised a brow, pretending not to catch her implication. “And whose fault is that?” She grinned. “Yours, obviously. My back aches even.” The tone of her voice made me lean closer, whispering into her ear. “Careful, Kitten. You're tempting me to keep you up again tonight. Or I might tell the attendants to stay away while I bend you over this seat and fuck you till you scream.” Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she turned to the side, hiding her smile. “Well, I think I’ll take my chances. For now though, I really need to nap.”

she breathed. She couldn't open the basket fast enough. In her haste to get the latch undone, she almost dropped it. He took pity on her with a laugh and braced the bottom with one hand. Carefully, Elena lifted the lid, and the small patchwork face that popped out had her gasping in delight. It had bright green eyes and brown ears, long white whiskers, and orange patches on its face. The kitten mewed pitifully as she lifted it out of the basket and cradled it to her chest. "Oh, my goodness," she whispered. "Aren't you the most beautiful baby I've ever seen."