"Mrowl." In some dim, far-off recess of my brain, I heard Brenda, but the words on the computer monitor held the lion's share of my attention. "Mrroowwll..." A light but insistent series of thumps against my leg signaled she was losing patience and wanted attention. Shaken out of my screen-induced trance, I smiled. She could … Continue reading #MasturbationMonday: Pretty Kitten
"Bend over, pet."
"Is Sire hungry?"