Sex Kitten Novels & Stories

Switch right and left. "Ehm… haah, ooh, Honey. Mmh… good. Tickle but so good," groaned Luna Lee, biting her finger. The tingling sensation does not only arise at the tip of the nipple but to the crown as well. Don't forget Lucas shook her boobs with excitement. Although not satisfied with the boobs, Lucas' hands also seemed to be curious about what was between Luna Lee's legs. Went inside the skirt and again found a mound of sheer cotton lining there.

So Carlo was right… Slamming down the thought of Carlo and his insults, I focus on the kitten. “Okay, let’s get a look at you, sweetie. Oh good, the burn isn’t as bad as it could be. You are so lucky. Ah, oops, you’re a girl.” I run my hands gently over the kitten, watching her for any reaction of pain to my touch. A sigh of relief leaves me when she doesn’t meow in pain. Studying her, she’s pure black, not a spot of color on her.

The man offered her a polite smile before moving away to maintain a respectful distance. "Thank you," Sera said. "Is that a kitten? She is so cute," the man cooed, clearly fawning over the little bundle. "It's he. He is a man..I mean, he is a male kitten," Sera corrected. "Oh, my bad. He is Persian, isn't he?" Armando asked, intrigued. "Yeah. he is," Sera concurred, fondly stroking the kitten's fur.

I didn’t want to, not until the trial. "Yea? wh-what is it?" Tristan threw me a quick glare when I ran my thumb over the tip of him in a teasing way, and he quickly tucked himself inside his pants, getting real sick of my teasing I'm sure. I bit my lip to stifle a laugh as I teased him through his pants. I could be really annoying at times. "Hello Cianna," I froze. That was Sean's voice. With a sheepish smile, I rose from underneath the table to look at him.

K.E.L.S.I::: Lexy tightened his grip on my waist as he gradually moved his mouth up to my neck, dragging his lip along my skin. I nodded. " Ye..yes" I stuttered, feeling embarrassed at my answer. "I have also yearn to kiss you too..." his voice was soft, almost a whisper. "...to feel the softness of your lip on mine" he groaned with his voice low and husky. I closed my eyes and groaned inwardly, "God! How could he have so much effect on me this way"?

And that's when I hear the unmistakable sound of a kitten. I stop in my tracks and peek to see the most adorable thing ever. Jaxon feeding a white kitten wrapped in a grey sweater. His bicep flexes as he keeps his large hand steady against the kitten's little mouth. He's smiling down at her, looking all big and heroic. My heart switches places with my stomach.

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

Ever since I told her about my feelings, she's been giving Sebastian all sorts of ridiculous pet names. She rolled her eyes at me. "Papa Seb isn’t my type, okay? Guys like him? They're destroyers in bed. I’m telling you, your kitty would be in for a wild ride if you ever went there. He screams fast and rough. Not my thing—I’m more into the slow and sensual types, the ones who take their sweet time but know how to hit all the right spots," she said, getting all dreamy. My eyes widened at her bluntness. "Girl! Your mouth is too much!" I smacked her on the shoulder and looked around to check if anyone was nearby. Thank goodness we were in the lingerie section and no one else was around.

No time to rest, no time to breathe—we were officially in the thick of it. The second kitten arrived with far less drama. This one came out wriggling and squawking, as if it had complaints about the lighting. A mess of black, orange, and cream swirled across its tiny body—classic tortie. Ofelia crouched next to me, eyes wide as she whispered, “Freya. She looks like her mama.”

She felt his hand brush the top of her head—just once, just lightly. "Goodnight, Kitten." She looked up. He was already walking away—no smirk, no wink, no acknowledgment that he'd just done anything out of the ordinary. Just the back of his silver head, disappearing into the kitchen. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and grinned at her laptop screen. The video could wait.