I purr contentedly while lapping up the cold milk, deliciously sweet upon my tongue. I don’t often get a treat like this, and I relish it all the more when I do.

Finished, my belly comfortably full, I slink over to the living room window, the setting sun streaming through the pane, creating my own private tanning bed. I lay upon the warm Berber carpet, licking my paws, cleaning the milk from my whiskers.

A car door slams, I jump. Sitting up, I peek out the window. It’s him. I stretch languorously as he opens the door. I am Siamese. I do not hurry.

“Here kitty, kitty,” he sings, looking lovingly at me. I meow. “Come here, Pussy Willow.”

God, I hate that name. I hate it even more when he abbreviates it. I’m not moving. I mew again, louder. He drops his keys and sunglasses on the maple entry table, as he does each time he arrives home, and saunters toward me.

“Meow, meow.” I thrust my ass into the air. He scratches the spot on my back that feels amazing. My fur stands on end; feline goose bumps. I purr.

I follow him into the bedroom, watching him strip along the way. A bevy of rippled muscles decorate his back and arms. His ass is luscious. I want to curl up on it and sleep forever.

“What a horrible date,” he informs me. I love being privy to his intimate life. He tells me everything – how work was, the level of congestion on both the morning and evening commute, and, my favorite, his lackluster love life. Such a pity he doesn’t realize I understand everything. “She was attractive enough, but, man, can she talk. She yapped about herself the entire time and ate like a cow.”

He turns on the shower. “I took her home and she invited me in for a drink, all the while rambling about herself, so I kissed her, trying to shut her the hell up. Well, that pissed her off, sending her to DEFCON 1 – launch the missiles.”

He pees into the toilet. “She informed me she doesn’t kiss on a first date. Great. I’m sure she gets laid a lot. I couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of there. No more blind dates for me.”

He gets into the shower. I jump onto the toilet tank and listen as he continues his bachelor blues ranting, the urine smell permeating my nose.

He shuts off the water. I climb upon the counter, creep along the sink edge, and jump into the bedroom as he gets out and dries himself. I leap onto the bed and sit proudly upon his pillow, admiring my smooth chocolate fur in the closet door mirrors.

“I’m getting sick of dating,” he complains, sitting beside me. I meow with Siamese faux compassion. He is naked. I bat at his flaccid cock as if it were a toy. “Glad I got you declawed,” he chuckles. Fuck you, asshole. I bat again, brutally, wishing I had claws to rip his dick to shreds. He laughs harder, “I bet if you were human, you’d take care of me, if you know what I mean.” He winks at me as he slips between the sheets. Yeah, I’d know how to take care of you.

Yawn, I open my eyes. Must’ve fallen asleep. I look at his face; eyes closed, mouth open, snoring slightly. I feel cold. That’s odd. I survey my body, shocked to find my silky fur is gone. Arms, legs, breasts, the whole nine yards. I reach between my legs. I glance in the mirror. Long, chocolate brown hair, my same blue eyes, small button nose, and pouty, rose-colored lips. I’m a babe.

I turn back to him, my index finger tracing the slant of his forehead, the slope of his nose, his moist mouth, his chin. I follow the lump of his Adam’s apple to the patch of light brown hair decorating his chest. I pull the sheet down, exposing him completely. He stirs but does not wake. I run my finger down his taut stomach to his groin. His cock is hard; thick and slightly curved. I bat at it again.

“What the…” he bolts upright, awake, staring at me. “Who the hell are you?”

I meow. His eyes widen in surprise. “Pussy?” I purr and nestle my face into his neck. I feel him kiss my head, his hand running through my dark mane. I kiss his throat. He lifts my head by my hair and pulls me toward his face, kissing me hard on the mouth. His lips are warm, his tongue smooth and wet. His teeth nibble my lips. I notice a strange wetness between my naked human thighs.

He releases my head. I kiss his chest, licking each small hard nipple with my sandpaper tongue. I kiss his belly, my lips following the trail of hair to his engorged cock. He moans as the roughness of my tongue gently scrapes its sensitive head. I circumnavigate the tip several times; my eyes watching his face contort as I pleasure him.

His hand grabs my breast, kneading it, pinching the nipple into arousal. More wetness, trickling down my inner thigh.

“Keep going, baby,” he groans as I plunge my mouth atop his cock, wrapping my hands around his flexed ass. Up and down, I suck him vigorously, infusing my blowjob with nibbles and rough licks, feeling him writhe beneath my face.

He grabs at my waist, pulling my hips toward his face. I straddle him, still fucking him with my mouth. A shock, almost electric, pulsates through my being as his tongue laps up my wetness, his face buried between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs. I purr. My body quivers, loins clenching and releasing, empty. He slides a finger inside me, then two. I grab at them with my hungry pussy, my sucking more fervent. With each oral stroke his hips rise to meet me, his pubic hair tickling my nose, his cock bulging against my throat. He moans.

He moves his fingers faster inside of me; a flood of warmth radiating from the depths of my belly. With his other hand he slides my juices up to my ass, inserting a finger into my tight anus. I go ballistic. My orgasm controls me, my body quivering, muscles contracting against his fingers. I suck harder, deeper, his cock pounding my tonsils. Ripples of pleasure course through my body as he throbs within my mouth. He shudders, panting; spilling his seed into my throat, onto my tongue, over my lips. He removes his fingers, arms falling limply to the bed. I dismount him, laying my head upon his thigh. His chest is heaving, eyes closed, mouth open, lips in a faint smile.

He reaches for me, his hand stroking my silky fur. I purr contentedly while lapping up his warm semen, deliciously sweet upon my tongue.


Originally published October 2010