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A story of somebody who likes cats
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She Likes Cats
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"I like cats," she said. "Especially kittens. They're so
small and warm and soft. And cute."
"Would you like one?" I asked.
"Well, I don't know. It seems kind of strange."
I shook my head. "Don't worry about it. It sounds fine to
me."
"Really?"
"Oh, yes. Wait a moment."
I procured a small, furry gray kitten and handed it to her.
She cooed at it.
"Oooh... It's so cute." She stroked it.
"Would you like me to hold it while you undress?"
"Yes."
I took the kitten from her. She pulled off her turtleneck,
her shirt, then her pants. She removed her underwear and
squeezed her thighs together. I passed her back the kitten.
She fondled it and scratched behind its ears. Then she
carefully lay down on her back and gently placed the kitten
on her left breast. She fondled the other breast with her
hand, giving the barest touches to her nipple. The kitten
lay on her other breast happily. She raised her knees and
spread her legs apart. Then she took the kitten from her
breast and held it gently around the middle. She dangled it
between her legs, with the kitten's warm, furry belly
against her clitoris. She gently lifted the kitten up and
down, the tiniest fraction of an inch. She purred. She
rubbed the kitten over her cunt, moaning. She pressed it
gently against her, then slid it up and down over her labia.
She moaned, louder and louder. Then she stopped a moment
and the kitten stuck out its tiny pink, rough tongue, and
lapped her clitoris. Almost screaming in ecstasy she
dropped the kitten. It scrambled furiously on her mons for
a foothold, and then its claws caught in her pubic hair.
The kitten climbed up her crotch, rubbing the whole length
of its belly against her cunt in that long slide up. She
howled and moaned, and finally lay still with a tiny gray
kitten washing itself on her stomach.
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