Grace Frustrated in NYC
#1 of Grace's Adventures
A sexually frustrated kitty recalls some very naughty pictures.
Strolls at dusk through NYC are never uneventful. Red sunbeams ignite the tops of skyscrapers, adding an unusual scar to the industrialized jungle. Meanwhile, no one can complain about the damp sidewalks. It's been a rainy spring.
My nose twitches as my stilettos click against the warm, damp pavement. I love the smell of rain in the spring - it's musky and innocent, like your first time.
Remember when, on a night like tonight, you grabbed my hand in the street? Just the thought makes my whiskers and ass perk up. Eleven months ago, you walked me upstairs to your studio apartment, where you took pictures of me.
My favorite picture was the one you took after you fucked me against your dingy window. Remember how hard your cock was, as you leaned up against me, growling against my ear? And how your hands traced the curves right in between my thighs and ass cheeks, your claws delicately prying apart my pussy to reach inside me with your length? And then you shoved your hands between my tits and the icy cold glass of the window, while rain pounded against the side of the old complex. I've never been more turned on than when your heat filled me while the chill of the rain fogged up our window. Your window.
Why do I fall so hard for sexy artists and nerds?
That picture was my favorite because you kept that one out of the pile you sold.
My polkadot ass and white, silky breasts please many an eye now. I know that my body is jerk off material for a lot of people, but frankly, imagining you cumming all over your pulled-down pants after looking at my naked pictures makes me wetter than the puddles of rain water in the street.
I want you to plow me like those cars plow through the city.
I find myself taking that block toward your apartment, just to see if your light is on. Dusk has turned into twilight, stars peeping out from under the moon's skirt.
I can feel the fabric of my silky work skirt floating against my damp legs in the chilly humidity as I turn the corner and see your door. My eyes wander up to the black, dark window, and my heart throbs as I turn back.
Imagining the comfort of your smooth, hot skin only makes the damp stone and steel more annoying. I make my way back down the block, preparing to hail a taxi to take me home to a cup of tea - fuck walking, I am so done.
All I want is a piping hot cup of tea and your fingers inside my pussy.