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His lightly massaging my head with his fingertips and the way his loud, labored breathing could be heard all across the room. I wanted him to continue when I gently purred from the back of my throat. It was a nice purr. I almost believed this to be a scene from a dream for a split second. I hadn't even paused to realize this was true last night since I was so horned up with thoughts of all the things I wanted him to do to me.

He tucked his finger under my chin so I would gaze up at him and said, "What do kittens like?" Because I've...