/Photo: Animal
The curious cat
Photography by thedirtystory
Text by debauchette
“I think your cat is a lesbian,” I said.
It wasn’t so much that fact that she watches us during sex, or that looks at me with her enormous unblinking eyes when I give head. It’s that anytime he’s away and I masturbate, which I do often, she rushes in, meows, then crawls into bed beside me. It's a little unnerving.
At first I thought it was the noise of the vibrator, but when I switched to a dildo, her affection was even more aggressive. I lay back, closed my eyes, and lifted my hips while I thrust the smooth, curved glass into my body, applying pressure against my g-spot. When I opened them, she was there, looking down into my face. She meowed.
And then I thought it was all the little noises I make, the little gasps and moans, so I tried masturbating face-down, with my mouth muffled by the pillow. I ground my hips against my hand and when I turned my head to take a deep breath, she was an inch away, eyes half closed, purring.
It wasn’t so much that fact that she watches us during sex, or that looks at me with her enormous unblinking eyes when I give head. It’s that anytime he’s away and I masturbate, which I do often, she rushes in, meows, then crawls into bed beside me. It's a little unnerving.
At first I thought it was the noise of the vibrator, but when I switched to a dildo, her affection was even more aggressive. I lay back, closed my eyes, and lifted my hips while I thrust the smooth, curved glass into my body, applying pressure against my g-spot. When I opened them, she was there, looking down into my face. She meowed.
And then I thought it was all the little noises I make, the little gasps and moans, so I tried masturbating face-down, with my mouth muffled by the pillow. I ground my hips against my hand and when I turned my head to take a deep breath, she was an inch away, eyes half closed, purring.
A friend recently told me that he's been wondering if he attracts more attention after he’s had sex, because it seems like women notice him then. “Maybe it’s just that I’m looking more now and I notice them noticing me…” he said. I told him that I’ve noticed the same, that after I’d had sex and I’m roaming the streets with my cheeks still hot and my pussy still wet, I’m approached by strangers. And we speculated that maybe we’re like animals – I suppose we are animals – and that maybe the pheromone thing is true.
The last time I masturbated, I buried my face in my pillow. I hardly moved, not visibly, my fingers tightly curled inside me, and as I got close, right to the edge, I slowly, slowly turned my head to breathe. She wasn’t there, so, relieved, I brought myself off quickly. When I rolled onto my back, I bumped into her tiny, fluffy body. She was on her back, eyes closed, purring in long, deep breaths.
The last time I masturbated, I buried my face in my pillow. I hardly moved, not visibly, my fingers tightly curled inside me, and as I got close, right to the edge, I slowly, slowly turned my head to breathe. She wasn’t there, so, relieved, I brought myself off quickly. When I rolled onto my back, I bumped into her tiny, fluffy body. She was on her back, eyes closed, purring in long, deep breaths.
- 02/05/2011
