Noir Kitty Novels & Stories

She brought it to her chest and her flesh jiggled while her nipples puckered again. "Shit, this feels good," she thought. Kitty stood up and walked to Grace’s room, still clutching the vibrating dildo. A framed picture of Rick greeted her in the hallway. Looking at it made Kitty horny. She took it off the shelf and set it atop the laptop on Grace’s dresser, then sat facing Rick’s picture.

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

She forced a nonchalant smile, lightly shaking her head before refocusing her attention back on the screen, her body language and that palpable change within her however not going unnoticed by Emerick. “Kitty!” The adorably childish voice of a small toddler suddenly filled the room as another video rolled in on the screen, taking them all by surprise as they found themselves intently staring at the large pane of glass. They watched as the small human in the video grabbed a grey-coloured kitten with her short and chubby hands from a chair nearby, holding her upside down whilst the feline’s furry tail swished over the little girl’s face, making her let out a sweet and equally adorable giggle.

NICO I’ve never been the kind of man who waits for anything. In my world, you see what you want and you take it. Either by force or by submission. But Kitty had been under my skin for three long months, and I still hadn’t made a move. She was the only reason I kept coming back to Sanctum. That sleek black leather cat mask she never removed during her sets. The way she moved across the stage like she owned every pair of eyes in the room. She never let anyone touch her. Never let anyone see her real face. That mystery, that control — it made my obsession grow stronger every single time I watched her.

CAT M'NOO cackled with her notoriously nasal laugh. Sympathy was offered by Lydia as the titters reverberated all through the room. CAT M'NOO was the leader of the catty girls' clique that hung around the casino, trying to catch herself a rich mafia husband and wasting her time bothering Kyoline's life. She went out of her way to belittle her almost the whole school she went to with her and it looked like she was determined to do the same thing now.