I’ve been thinking so much about Kitten and our origin story, her impending move has my heart reminiscing. I’m going to share a few early tales of the cutest lil’ tail over the next few days. Nymphoninjas took these photos of us at the first kink party I ever threw. It’s so nostalgic to look back.
Kitten & Heart - Pet Party (2015)
Here’s a smutty little journal entry I wrote after one of our dates:
“I can’t.” She kicked her legs a little, her voice huffy and frustrated. “Every time I get close it just stops!”
She was naked and writhing, I held her close, brushed her hair out of her face while she whined and I smiled, “We’ll get you there Kitten, I have faith.”
She can give up all she likes, because she knows I won’t. Making her cum when she’s decided it will ‘never ever happen again’ is even more satisfying.
I like it when her moans start to sound more like cries. I like it when her little hands clutch me and pull me even closer as I up the ante and start pinching her nipples or slapping her pretty face. I like it when her whole body clenches and I can tell she is trying too hard to make it happen so I slow down and kiss her softly and remind her to take deep breaths. There is nothing as amusingly pitiful as a kitten who desperately needs to cum.
“Good girl,” I whisper as she gets closer, “cum for Daddy, little Kitten."
And she always does, eventually.
Daniel Drew
2024-08-02 15:43:30 +0000 UTCEmily Stewart
2024-07-30 01:58:47 +0000 UTC