Kitty

She shows up soaking wet, bare under her tank, and dares me to stop her. I try. I fail.Kitty plays games with claws out, chasing me through the woods, riding my face like she wants to drown me, and tying herself up just to be used. She drops to her knees before I walk in the door and begs me to use her. Then she runs. Then she comes back. Again. And again.This isn't just sex. It's a hunt. It's a w...