My kitty kat spoke to me and this is what she said: "You keep me clean, odor and bacteria free, I have never had to worry about any itchies or scratchies, I am not bruised and torn, loose or worn, and from the beginning I have been hello kitty pink. You are so particular about who you allow to even touch me. You keep me well groomed, sweet, and perfumed and you will never have to worry about this pussy failing you. But how I miss being french kissed, licked and petted, and that strong connection with the right erection. Crying thick and soapy tears whenever my sponge or my head is tickled and lulling you fast asleep. But I appreciate the good, self-love you always make time to give me. And whenever you do run into a "Him", you always make sure you protect me. I appreciate you for keeping me healthy, loved, and disease free."
I smiled and beamed proud of the words that she whispered to me. Although I've had some what we call some loose, and fast days she still found it in her heart to forgive me. But then again I don't think it ever bothered her because if it pleasured me, it pleasured her. But if it didn't then I know she was too mad with me. You feel me? I have always believed that if you take care of your kat, she will take care of you. Never a dry season, never loose. Never takes too long to cry real tears unless there is something wrong with the dude. And when she cry out, she makes damn sure I do too. The seratonin that releases in my brain when we have an O relieves my stress, sometimes I ask myself do we even need penetration sex? Sometimes I don't think so but she craves that penetration and the perfect fit of a nice sized hooked dick. But in the meantime she settles for the self love I shower her with. Fingerella and her lovely daughters satisfies us just as well but in the mean time, large prints in slacks, relaxed fit jeans and basketball shorts is the eye candy that makes her mouth water. We are just waiting for the right man, and our pipes he will slaughter.
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