I have been where this author has been. Many times, my Daddy/Person/Protector is there for me and knows exactly what I need, when I need it… even when I don’t.

We are all in this together…

Forever yours….

Purrrrrrr

hislittlekit:

There are times that I can’t explain. Times when the comfort of our relationship vanishes-No more Daddy, no more Baby Girl, no more names or titles at all. Times when I’m reduced to nothing but a bundle of unexplained rage, fear, need, desire. Times when you’re nothing but a instrument for me to release everything with-your body is my canvas, my piano, my ready piece of clay. Every single thing I need to find myself again. At times like this, I fist my fingers in your long hair. I rake my nails down your back, oblivious to the small rivulets of blood left in the riotous wake of my sharpened claws. I bite at your chest, your shoulders, your wrists as you pin my hands away from any exposed skin. I’ll kiss the bruises tomorrow. I’ll tend to the cuts, the scratches, once I’ve found myself again. At times like this, I need your full weight on top of me. I don’t care about making sure I can still breathe. I don’t care about our size difference, that I can’t even move beneath you because I’m so much smaller. It’s times like this, when I want you as rough as possible, that I need you to pin my arms away from us. I need you to rest all of your weight on me as you slip inside of me. I need you to ignore the bucking of my hips and take me slowly. At times like this, I need you wipe the tears I’m not aware of off my face as you look into my eyes. Give me that anchor to latch onto. At times like this, I need you to kiss away my scream as I climax, let me take your moan into me as you release right after. 
At times like this, I need you to hold me, your arms the only bindings on my body, your chest my pillow, your legs intertwined with mine. Times like this, I need us. Simply us-no names, no titles, no world outside of the cage of your arms. I need the healing sleep that follows.
I’ll be myself later. Your scratches will heal. The bruises will fade. I’ll be your babygirl once more.
In times like this…you’re my anchor. And I’m my most vulnerable. 

I love to be petted…

Meow

*purrs*

(Source: eagerlicker)

How I get when I think of him. I’m ready…

Meow

*purrs*

I’d love to run naked here. Free, hunted by my person. Great place for hide and seek. Catch me? If you do, what will you do to me?

Remember doing this Daddy? I want to again. Take me away…..

I’d love to dress like for my Person, getting my milk. His milk is my catnip. Mmmmmmmmmmmm

*purrs*