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 Mother of my Children

   By Adrian Mailenna

   We lay together in the warm aftermath of our lovemaking, purring in
contentment, until my dearest turned beneath me, whimpering as I lost my
hard-won conquest beneath her tail.  Holding me close, she kissed me and
whispered of her motherhood and the budding life within her that we had
made together.  The kiss drew on as our tongues rasped together, exploring
the familiar caverns of our mouths.  Breath began to call us from oure
reverie, and our hands grasped ever more lustfully, trying to explore, and
soon she lay there as my hands caressed her sides, exploring their soft,
gentle curves as she sucked in air with deep, purring breaths.

   She was firm, sleek and womanly, exquisitely sensitive beneath my touch,
and I lingered in the ruff of white between her breasts, feeling her chest
rise and fall as her breath returned, and marvelled at this goddess who
loved me, the faint scent of her motherhood and the life that she - that we
- had created.

   "Such a perfect little pussycat," I whispered, wandering through her
thick, luxurious fur and the gentle, miraculous curves of her belly, awed
by the secrets within.  "Perfect little pussycat with a perfect little
kitten growing inside, perfect black fur and perfect white smile," I
kissed, lingering in my travels lower, "perfect white hands and perfect
white feet, and, prrrr, perfect whiteness from her bottom to her thighs and
all in between." Her bright golden eyes sparkled down at me, and I explored
her magic with my broad, rough tongue, her pleasure tinted faintly by mine.
"Oh, yes.  Perfect.  Little.  Pussy.  Cat." I felt her thighs tense around
my neck and pressed my muzzle more firmly against her hips, hearing in her
pleasure's sweet ring the thousand secrets of creation.

   -- Copyright 2004 Adrian Mailenna.

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