27 September 2006
He called out to me, as I approached.
Attention focused, eyes beseeching.
Brazenly, without hesitation, he offered me his throat,
and boldly, inevitably, I succumbed.
Gently, at first, I stroked, then I scratched.
Teasing.
Testing.
Harder.
Softer.
Faster.
Slower.
Til his body relaxed and eyes closed in simple ecstasy.
Til I stopped.
Dropped my hand.
Walked away.
Ignoring the look of surprise in his eyes,
as I left him wanting more.
I had to, you see.
It was for the best.
For I am the crazy cat lady of North London,
and he is somebody else's cat.
You're just too crazy....crazy cat lady you. :D
Cat with a one-track mind?
You're such a Domme...
;-)
Sounds like a perfect encounter to me! I talk to all passing animals - dogs, cats, squireels - makes my day.
Just to say that your sock war socks were posted first class today...the weapon has been fired!
Beutifully written.
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