Cat in heat-1

I sat on my room working as I did most days, concentrating as I typed, a soft clicking sound filling the quiet afternoon. I glanced out of the corner of my eyes and saw the girl crawling out of the door. A sigh escaped my lips. Cat had been incessant this morning, pawing at my for food, circling in and out of my feet trying to get attention and now, I was sure, she wanted a specific type of attention. It had to be the cooler weather that was making my little cat so frisky. Frustrated from the work that still needed to be done; I didn’t have time to give in to her needs. Being a cat person, I appreciated my little cat, but not today. Her ‘heat’ was just something she would have to suffer through by herself.

Cat crawled out onto the patio, giving her wide birth, the anal tail I had inserted that morning after a good cleaning seemed to swish against the back of her thighs making her ‘heat’ even worse. Every nerve teased by the soft caress of the tail. She paused for a moment, a bug running by, half tempted to chase after it. Quickly losing interest, she turned her deep green eyes on the one who was her real prey. She let out a small purr, a guttural sound deep in her throat, her naked body swishing back and forth, slowly crawling closer, her skin glistening with the fever of her need. If I only would look her way, she purred softly, her eyes brightly watching me. She squeezed onto the tail, instantly flipping it, while swishing her muscular haunches back and forth. She approached my chair slowly, sashaying erotically, a blatant display of her heated flesh, her hips rocking back and forth. Despite her efforts, I didn’t even give her a glance.