Primal Paradox

When Kitty wakes

we snuggle.

I stroke, their back, their flank, the hair out of their cute face.

Tickle behind Kitty’s ears

and kiss kiss kiss the top of their head.

We find peace.

I shower them with love and affection.

Thanking them with my touch,

worshipping Kitty as I should.

In a frisson of excitement,

waiting for the primal beast to reawaken.

To pin me down,

bite me,

take me,

ravage me.

Demand my surrender.

Exert control.

Make me vibrate with fear

and lust.

So. Much. Lust.

The beast pounces.

I squeal in shock

Pant hard through the pain,

gasp quickly to drink in air,

and their musk

and every nuance of the moment.

Shaking, quivering, vibrating

with panic and pain and ecstasy.

Until Kitty wakes once more.

Perfect cycle of

savagery and snuggles.

Giving my flesh,

Giving my service,

Giving myself.

Even wild beasts

Need love

 

 

Victoria Blisse

Victoria Blisse is known as the Queen of Smut, Reverend to the kinky and is the Writer in Residence at Cocktails and Fuck Tales. She’s also an angel. Ask anyone. Mancunian Odd Duck, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

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