This one, like most of my stories, started as a micro and maybe works best till about halfway. After that, I do not take responsibility for my characters’ actions. Girls just wanna have fun, you know. Shrouded in misty shades of midnight, lace and chiffon clouded her delicate frame like coastal fog. Mesmerised, I suddenly lost my appetite for the pumpkin flapjacks I was nibbling on. Her pull was like a black hole to my ch...

In kittenspace, intricate thoughts dissipate like morning mist, leaving only pure simplicity. With a playful heart and a mischievous spirit, we float away from the mundane world, weightless and carefree. In the tapestry of innocence and curiosity, the essence of a kitten unfurls, embodying pure joy, boundless wonder, and untainted bliss. Guided by feral instincts, every movement unfolds with a graceful allure. Our meows a...

"You are not a sub." The truth of her statement reverberated around my heart and echoed in my soul, completely tearing down everything I thought I was. "So, who am I?" "You're a kitten." A kitten is whoever she wants to be—flirting coyly one moment and taking control the next. With her sharp claws, she can mark her territory, asserting her dominance while retaining the freedom to roam as she desires. That's who I am—a kit...

Saturday morning Jordan and I woke snuggled in each other's arms. It was strange for me while also being delightful. The aroma of our combined musk was sweet as it lingered despite switching beds. When I opened my eyes, my new/old love smiled. I smiled back, asking her, half joking, "Still here?" She laughed, "Where am I supposed to go, you silly goose?" I giggled, “Back to your bed?” She looked at me, and I knew she wasn...

Otilia It’s Friday afternoon; she will be home from work soon and I’ll get to spend the whole weekend with her. I’ve prepared a nice dinner, because she really appreciates my home cooked meals. It’s nothing special, really, just some veggie burgers, but I’ve used grilled Portobello mushrooms and spiced chickpea, just the way she likes it. Last time I made it, she joked that I’ll be awarded the girlfriend of the year award...

I never liked plain vanilla ice cream, or chocolate for the record. Take me to the Caribbean with a few scoops of creamy coconut, crunchy frozen chocolate bits, chewy candied pineapple chunks, I’ll sprinkle spiced rum and squirt cream on it, then we’re talking. Garnish my summer evening with strawberry ice cream, made of fresh strawberries with the tiny seeds and juicy fruit-flesh, dark chocolate chunks, swimming in a cou...

I never liked plain vanilla ice cream - or chocolate, for the record. Take me to the Caribbean with a few scoops of creamy coconut with crunchy frozen chocolate bits, chewy candied pineapple chunks, I’ll sprinkle spiced rum and squirt cream on it, then we’re talking. Garnish my summer evening with strawberry ice cream, made of fresh strawberries with the tiny seeds and juicy fruit-flesh, dark chocolate chunks, floating in...

In my defence, it’s worth pointing out that she had the most adorable derriere. And that the minx had encased said bum in a very short pleated skirt that swirled enticingly. Yeah, yeah, I so know what you are thinking: ‘Annie, Annie, you knew you only had a week.’ But you know what it’s like, Saturday night at the sorority party. For God’s sake, Friday was so next week. And that tartan skirt so accentuated her to-die-for...

I’m not one for clichéd red roses; The house has long been taken over By tulips from the garden And daffodils the kids picked from the park. Flowers are not the breezy path To this girl’s heart.   No need to go down on one knee either, I already have a ring, Among a few other things To prove that I belong to him: My precious soft kitten collar And a tattoo with his name hidden within.   I really don’t want chocolate To ad...

It was pouring down when we got out of the taxi, the wet asphalt reflecting the club’s neon lights as the colours of a spoiled rainbow. It represented the place and my life perfectly; a distorted paradise. Above the entrance, the “7 deadly sins” sign glowed in its usual red, the colour of fire and hell, because make no mistake, whoever had a membership here was on a sure path to inferno.Mistress leading the way. She wasn’...