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Kitten in Heat: Part 2

Can He Match Her Heat?

By Bree Z LovePublished 4 years ago 5 min read
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Can He Match Her Heat?

I was strutting in the illumination of the city of lights with the thrilling appeal. I am a city girl and the nostalgia of being in this grandiose city made me feel incredibly invincible in this city. The secrecy of the new supply of adventure and sex-fueled game of Cat and Mouse. The curiosity was killing me. One week had passed since our first meeting in my city; comparably small to his city. In his city, I could strut like a Queen Feline. Leo women tend to have a fierce existence: “... Leos can never hide when they like or are smitten by someone….she is forward and she is confident…” Even with my petite stature of 4’11, I pack a lot of heat.

I wanted to see the infamous and mysterious man that seemed to fit the profile; a game player for my heaping appetite quoted himself as being, “....an undercover freak…” Most will say this, but I later find that the freak numbers are not equal. Rolling me on top doesn’t equate freakiness for me and bending me over. ( Boring!!!!) Tie me down by my wrist to my ankles. The red heels packed. It’s like giving a coke head to Mary Jane to get high. The adrenaline that runs deep in these veins needs the extra hits.

My imagination runs rapidly when there is a grand physical attraction. I have analyzed the movement of the tongue in the talks; the movement in the walk and the hands should be steady up to the forearms to biceps. A fucking dream; I create in out moment of meeting. Is it worth it? I can not move if I can not see us in streamy silhouettes and fictitious scenes. My mind can be so creative for my own storylines. The hedonist side raises my adrenaline levels however if I need more stimulation; PornHub is a great resource. But my fervent desires land me in the nastiest porn scenes with myself in the leading role. Pleasure seeking to make the most gallant counterpart to lose one’s dominating demeanor under my pressures. I discreetly baited from the first introduction of conversation. To the naive, it is mere flirtation. I’d roll the ball of yarn while piercing with my feline eyes daringly. Wondering about those numbers in algorithmic forms? I pierce with the eyes to spot the soul of the sinful nature; I can be spot on and my bet usually wins. Strings pulled which is measured by the length of levels of submissiveness.

I played the role of being shy and coy throughout the lunch; considering it was a lite energizer. Or perhaps the chocolate edibles had kicked in for my reserved silence. Unsure of my mysterious counterpart’s real motives for the evening, I wanted to follow his lead. For sure he was waiting for my response to get an idea for the mutual interest sexually. His surprising and swift touch of the trim of my v-line dress that exposed the plump D’s; perked my brown nipples to press my contrast to his soft hands. I wanted to take those same two fingers and insert them into my mouth so he could know the power of my tongue. But I didn’t, I watched him intensely; instead. My second thought was to rub my hand under the table to feel his pulse. But I hesitated because I liked the glint in his eyes as he felt that he was being the sly Wolf in control. He turns me on. The low seduction in words formed. I listened and smiled, meanwhile thinking of many ways to fuck him and hear his voice rise in a different way. I remained reserved with the sheepish demeanor until we got back to my hotel room.

The room was filled with an awkward calm but intensity that could not be contained. Soft kisses, he began with. I reciprocated with soft licks on his neck to lips. He inserted to say he needed a shower. Five minutes in and I was joining in the steamy shower. The kitten was out of the bag! The coy kitty was ready to nuzzle in with dripping delight. With haste, I was lifted to the edge of the bed with him kneeling to lick the kitty. Bing, the points were beginning to roll in! I too reciprocated for I love to indulge in oral pleasures. No wonder with my lesbianism for the last twenty plus years. No secrets. I love using my tongue to taste the incredible treats. But that is another story for another time.

We fucked like no strangers, we committed to no less than the standard positions. I rode him, he rode me. As he had kneeled down with honorable submission to lavish me with mind swirling lashes from his tongue; I decided to mimic the same gesture. I kneeled down while touching my own wetness as he jerk me himself. This play was getting so good, I want to cum and he did not but we used all the power of strength to keep the momentum going. All of the desiring cream to my mocha dream was cumming through in seductive and crazy waves. Faintly, I could hear the music playing in the background, "Drenched in Ecstasy", ever so smoothly. The lyrics wrapped us in the center of the bed for the “69” position and we came simultaneously. We drifted off into an induced unconsciousness. Pleased to know we could match numbers, we kissed in the morning with him off to work and the plan to come back after his shift. To affirm his and my wonder, I texted a cute pic of me in my lace undies and hands-on his future meals. Emojis: Hearts and Kisses and Tongue Out for us both. Some may think that it was a lot of licking and sucking and yes, this was just the foreplay to the Cat and Mouse Play.

Sleepless in Austin,

Bree Z. Love

P.S “Know your Status” before setting off for pleasure driven actions. I know mine and I am never afraid to ask to know the other person status.

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Bree Z. Love@ 2019

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