EROTIC FICTION

The Pussy That Doesn’t Stop Loving

Waking up brings surprises

A warm wetness on my face woke me up that fateful morning. To my surprise, I was eye to eye with my landlady’s glistening hairless pussy on my face. It wanted some early morning loving, I guess, and I’m the right man to play with it.

Her kitty is very demanding of attention. We had been intimate with belly rubs and nibbles, to name a few things, before. Many times in the afternoons and evenings, when the husband was away, the cat will play. This was the first time for morning love, though. I must have left the apartment door open, and she snuck in when nobody was looking.

Since her kitty was ready to play, I started with some light caresses behind her ears. She responded with kisses to my nose and nuzzles to my neck. I caressed her beautiful skin and ran my hand down to her belly. I stroked her belly. She responded as she always does, flat on her back, letting me do whatever I wanted. We were enjoying ourselves. Alexia was literally purring away, eyes glazed in absolute heaven.

In the excitement of telling you this tale, I forgot to let you know her name was Alexia. Such a nice name. Foreign sounding and exotic.

Out of the blue, we heard the landlady yell, “Breakfast time, Alexia.”

Alexia gave me one more wet kiss on my nose and jumped off my chest. She headed back upstairs for her breakfast of canned salmon and cat treats.

Sphinx cats are so affectionate. I can play with them all day long, but the landlady is waiting for her belly rubs and loving now that her husband is at work.

Paul Mansfield is a writer, a photographer, a guitar player, a philosopher. Some he does well, some not so well, but he still tries them all.

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