"I've always felt feline, enjoying the simple pleasures of a cat, like lying in the sun all stretched out, or feeling the grass tickling my limbs. It was sheer bliss for me. One lazy afternoon about three months after I met Ricky, I was lying in a field making big angels in the tall grass as I waited for him. We had a date. He was late, but I didn't care, content to soak up the rays of sunshine, peaceful and warm.
I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, Ricky was stroking my hair. I purred quietly in pleasure, happy he was finally there. He was so beautiful with his sweet lips and long blond hair falling in his eyes. He kissed me softly as he'd done so many times before, and I cuddled closer to him. Lying on top of me, he pressed his body against mine, and I could feel the wetness as I wiggled under his weight.
He told me I was beautiful as he started unbuttoning my blouse..."