I’m feeling nostalgic on Valentine’s Day and want to share a story written collaboratively by myself and my kitten in the very beginning stages of our relationship, before we had even met. This is the second story we wrote, I hope you enjoy.
**GingerKittensSir:**
Even though it’s been a few months since you moved in to the house next door, it doesn’t seem like you have a boyfriend since you mostly stay around your home and don’t often have people over. We’ve made small talk a few times when we meet outside, but never spent time together. Lately you’ve been doing yard work in your skimpy summer clothes, and I’ve been unobtrusively watching you occasionally from my window. Seeing you get sweaty pushing the lawnmower, or bending over to pick weeds makes my body ache with desire for you, and more than once I’ve played with myself to relieve the pressure after you’ve gone back inside.