Cat-Like

My lady of the beautiful neck has beautiful hands too — her fingers are both slender and strong with polished and sharpened nails . However, it is not their appearance alone that fascinates me; they serve a utilitarian purpose as well.

The pads of her fingers glide across my face, transporting me to my secret, interior regions and my whole body relaxes. She moves across the poreless texture of my skin, carefully exploring each one of my features and then journeys down to the column of my throat, gently tracing the delicate indentations of my Venus rings. I have three and when we make love, she tells me how much she loves them. When she involves herself in this meticulous operation, I'm in heaven. Her fingertips serve as light bearers, showing me where my erotic secrets lie. She uncovers them, anointing my throat with her tongue. She knows just where and how to touch me.

I grab onto her fingers and I kiss the smooth skin on the back of her hands — is that down I see, fine blond hairs glinting in the afternoon sun that streams through the windows? No, it's just a reflection, a trick of the light, that is all and I bury my face in her palm where she playfully suffocates me. She loves to make me breathless and kisses my face as I cough and gasp.

"I'm sorry, Michelle...I really am," she giggles as the light sparkles along her white teeth but I don't believe her and I know that she will do it again.

What I really like the most is when she steals my breath by squeezing my soft, dimpled throat. It's not that she strangles me hard or anything like that but just enough to give me an erotic rush and an ounce of delicious discomfort Those beautiful fingers settle around my neck , one hand covers my throat pressing against it gently in and the other hand at my nape supports me so that I don't fall back. We usually just stand there and do it. It makes me feel sort of high, kind of lightheaded, and very turned on. She's taken to kissing me at the same time. I think I'm in love.

Today she wants to invent new games and play out some recent ideas and leads me to the bed. She tells me to lie down and I comply. Then she climbs in and lies next to me — we are face to face. Those soft brown eyes of hers capture me with their exotic beauty and I'm mesmerized by them, unable to look away. She's tender with me at first and lulls me into complacency with her dark magic eyes and expert hands.

"Your neck, Michelle, is so fine," she whispers to me as her golden fingers dance on the surface. "So soft, so lovely," she murmurs, passing her fingers against the creases so she can feel their slight indication. "Mmmmm, how nice and so unlike my own ringless neck." she says with a sly smile.

Then she lowers her face and I feel her lips loving the skin of my throat, the flesh and all the hollows and tendons, the little dips, She burrows her tongue into my larynx but can't feel it.

Where is it, baby? Where's that delicious little apple?"

She presses in with her fingers.

"Hmmm, maybe if I probe a little..." She digs into my throat with her immaculate fingers, conducting a frenzied search. But it's just a ruse...a prelude to delicious asphyxia. She wraps her fingers around my throat. "Maybe squeezing it a little will give me the results I seek," she says with cat-like a smile, her beautiful white teeth gleaming.

Her fingers press into my neck and she squeezes but is soon overcome by her own passion and words of love fall from her lips.

"Oh Michelle, baby. My sweetheart...you dear sweet girl." These and other words tumble forth and soon she straddles me, a panther in search of her prey. And she licks me like a hungry cat...I fancy that she has cat eyes and when she bumps her head against mine, the way cats do, chills sprinkle down my back and I suddenly grab on to the sides of her face and brush the hair aside for a look. No, her eyes are not like a cat after all and I fall back down, waiting for her to transform again. Will it happen when her teeth are in my throat? Dear lord, she does love to bite.

"What's the matter, Michelle?" she asks with a smile then buries her face in between my breasts and my nipples become even more firm. She licks them and then ventures back to my neck and puts her ear against my pulse, listening intently.

"You're so alive, sweetheart, I can hear your blood ; it's rushing," she tells me as if in confidence about something I didn't already know. Suddenly it's her cheek like velvet or silk against the place where my larynx would show if it showed at all but it doesn't. Her head becomes heavy and I roll it off without any resistance. Out of the corner of my eyes I can see in a flash that her soft golden hands have become paws and I blink, then quickly take a second look. No they are just hands again, cool and soothing as they return to my throat.

Does she like my necklace of Venus? It embarrasses me sometimes when I'm with her because her neck is so perfect, being completely smooth and ringless. She answers my silent query with kisses that seem to blaze a trail of their own, upon the pathways that my rings have already made, followed by her inquisitive fingers. I'm suddenly reminded of another girl I use to knew who had the rings of Venus too and like mine, hers were very clear and easy to see but they couldn't be felt at all. I use to touch the silk of her neck all the time which would make her giggle and give her goose flesh..

In my reverie I hardly notice that by lover has wrapped her impatient hands around my neck again, making it difficult to breathe. Leaving the safe harbor of my mouth she scatters her kisses across the deepening bloom of my cheeks, traveling up to my closed eyes and licking my lashes with her delicate tongue. Fires break out all across my body from the initial spark in my clitoris, She squeezes my neck tighter and I can feel her hot burning cunt spilling its lubrication onto my belly where it sizzles and her deep, breathless sighs become a symphony of love to my ears.

"Come on, baby, show me your tongue," she says, her words sandwiched between irregular breaths. "Do it, Michelle honey. Let me see it now."

Her sharp nails prick my skin as her fingers become even tighter and my tongue springs from my mouth in protest. My lungs burn and I can't catch my breath ; I need to breathe! My eyes pop open and start from their sockets, becoming unfocused. She takes my tongue back into her mouth and suckles it like a baby. This final seduction takes me over the top and my orgasm takes over my body. I'm lost in a white swirl of light coming from the deep shadows that loom all around me and I can't see anything else as my body squirms beneath my lover's, my phantom of delight. I seem to pass out for a moment as my orgasm subsides.

"Oh God, honey," I mumble, the words thick in my mouth, struggling their way out of my tortured throat. "That was good." She doesn't answer. All I can the hear the soothing, satisfied sound of a purr.

My eyes fly open to the smiling face of a cat.