Midnight Snack
Every night that I look out my window there was nothing that would come into view. Sighing helplessly from being accompanied by a horrible regret of allowing someone to leave.
This was a day of loneliness and reminiscence.
I figured it was time for a break, to at least walk outside and wonder what I was thinking about. Certainly something must be wrong. Certainly it could not just end like this. I could feel myself smile, it was one of those half smiles that gives someone the satisfaction that you seemed alright when everything is falling around you like an avalanche that won't stop sliding down the mountain.
I stood up from where I was sitting, flicking my cigarette outside towards the dark abyss of a yard. If anyone bothered to look carefully it almost looked like an ashtray, cigarette butts sprawled out forgotten and left to die.
The window sill was the solitary confinement that I sat on when I smoked, always spacing out and thinking about something. Moving to look at my room, empty and yet scattered with dust and trash. Ashtrays overflowing, something so simple even seemed to caused a stir of disgust inside the pit of my belly. Surely I wasn't that depressed, or so I wanted to believe that.
It's amazing how much a missing element could cause such grief.
The soft exhale escaping me sounded like a sigh. Weight pushing down on my chest. It had been a couple of months since I last thought about it.
Though it wasn't the horrid depression that is shocking, it was the fact that I seriously thought I was missing someone; something I was not used to. Used to sleeping alone at night, used to smoking cigarettes at night, used to getting online and watching what little porn pleased my interest enough for a small bit of arousal. It was the same routine everyday and it was a simple routine to wake up, shower, brush my canines, go to work, come home, and repeat. Something many people have taken for granted since the day they were born, to have simple routines and hardly any chaotic catastrophes ruin their days.
Thoughts danced in the inside of my mind, teasing and prodding me in awkward situations, emotions which could not be explained. I had to get them out somehow.
Walking towards the bathroom, one clunky paw after the other to step into the dark settings of the hall way. Never turning the light on, never needing a guidance, I knew my house like I knew my porn.
Entering the bathroom the smell of Lysol stung my sensitive nostrils, bringing myself to turn the light on and watch the private area. It seemed the same just like every other day. The light blue color shinning against the florescent colors of the lights that seemed dug into ceiling like some kind of trophy. It was always strange how the bathroom was my favorite room in the house. There were no bad memories locked inside these walls, or stains that reflected the destruction of running from man to man in life. My muzzle twitched, this time a genuine smile embracing the black tarred lips, tail faintly wagging behind. The soft fur bristled side to side as it moved in the air only a few inches off the ground. Eyes falling on the mirrors that laid above my faucet. ((I need to add something here, it seems incomplete))
Turning on the cold water, letting it run. Hearing the sound of an ongoing powerful waterfall for a couple of seconds. Resting both paws against the glass countertop around the faucet I zoned out to the sounds of water. Trying to think of happy thoughts that were hidden deep inside the bathroom, the only comfort room that was left. Snapping back into reality due to the sound of the faucet running.
I allowed my eyes to veer upwards, the tip of my muzzle almost hitting the glass medicine cabinet. Staring at the liquid glass eyes that seemed to stare right back. Speckled blue fur curling in the right nooks on my face. Eyes outlined with dark shades to accent my blue eyes, though the blue eyes were more of a tint of blue, they seemed to look as if they were as white as snow. A black ring hugging the outside of the intensity of this color, nature was always on her side when it came to strange colors. Ears pointy, one always in attentive mode and the other being lazy.
Something I was always good at. Staring at myself for hours in the mirror to criticize myself. Letting out a small gruff, nostrils flaring, black nose twitching, eyes glaring at the image of my reflection. Mocking the one person I knew nothing about.
I have to stop staring at myself or I will be here for hours.
Bringing my paws under the water, soaking them, allowing the black pads to feel the cool water under them. I moved my face downwards and began to splash water on it. It seemed at first like a bursting fight with water, hardly being able to stick my fur before rolling down in beads. After the third time it finally reached my skin, thoughts suddenly changed to focus on the freezing water that caressed my skin. Shivering at the feeling.
At first the blue merle fur just stood, mirroring what is thought to be a cold dip in a lake or a pool on a winter night. Settling down; pitch black furry paw reaching out to turn off the cold water. I sighed, allowing the water to drip slowly from my darkened nose onto the porcelain sink. Entertaining myself with ideas that danced inside the realms of my mind, hopefully shoving those bad memories and bad thoughts outside.
I began to repeat to myself how wonderful today will be. How wonderful tonight is going to be. How everything in the end will be okay.
Thoughts just scurried across my mind like roaches when you turn on the light. Looking back at my own reflection of myself I sunk back into the stage that I was avoiding, watching me as if I had said the most vile thing in the world. Stopping to walk away from the cat fight that I wanted to proceed, if I had, I would have ruined the best place in my home.
Walking towards the hallway of the house. My brain began to yell at me, I knew this battle cry so I allowed it to take control of the commands. Turning right, foot paws moving without any given direction.
It was a bit dark. Groping at the walls to make sure I wouldn't hit anything. Finding the escape route that led outside I felt a small shiver running over my body. Opening it. The mind screamed louder. It seemed nicotine was on it's cells, wanting to be pumped with the best thing it could ask for.
The cool air hit me like the breath of Om. Though my fur was still thick from winter weather, the air still seemed to worm it's way towards my skin. Digging my paws into my pajama pants to take out a Camel pack, pulling a small filtered menthol cigarette to press against my dark lips. I could feel the sharp tang of menthe against my lips as I lit the cigarette. Taking in the first breath was always the best inhale, especially if you use a match. Exposing my lungs to the black tar that seemed to keep me calm this time of night.
Now that my mind was satisfied from it's craving, I can finally think to myself, nicotine flowing through my psyche, dancing such a sweet song of perfection. I couldn't even believe I was actually sulking a while ago. Though it was the same night as every night, and I smoked on my own all the time, I always craved having a smoking buddy. Even if it was a person I could talk on the phone while I smoked a cigarette, anything would do, just to occupy my time. I began to remember why I missed this person. Why I felt such a void inside my body. Why my stomach was pitting itself against me.
I relaxed my back against the cold concrete blocks of the house, sliding downwards and sit on the floor. Bringing my knee up, feeling the pressure against my chest.
Even if I tried to think of happy thoughts, it seemed like every time I smoked I thought of him. Small images his slender body began to reproduce. I could hear him like he was right next to me. Speaking words that always made me smile.
I exhaled the rest of my cigarette, flicking it off into the distance of the dirt paved drive way, wishing he was here right now. It was bad enough that every time I closed my eyes portraits of him were produced.
It was odd that I was replicating images of the lover whom was just a nobody for the last two years.
Coal was his name. He was a short, slim, grungy looking rat who seemed to always have the most arrogant things to say. The world's expert on everything. Nothing could stop his mouth from spewing another witty remark. He was rat with the biggest ego. And yet, he was popular. I never understood why Coal was the popular rat that I had seen, but rumor had it that he was actually a kind fur.
I didn't like to speak to popular people. Always avoiding them like the plague. Popular people always were mean and cruel when someone lowly like myself tried to fit in. I always made a point to avoid anyone's name who flowed in the streets.
Well, it wasn't going to be long before I knew that even I couldn't avoid him forever.
Even if I had my circle of friends, I could always hear popular furs speaking in the background. They even infiltrated my favorite clubs and hot spots. Overtaking the stand as if they were the center of attention. Some poor furs could be seen trying to talk to them, only to be denied access.
I guess Coal wasn't the meanest. He was always seen leaving with a peasant fur, arm wrapped around them as if he really cared. Rather it be a male or female, Coal would always have someone new every time I caught him.
I didn't know why I kept my eye on him, maybe it was because I thought he was planning a scheme that could effect us all. Deep inside my hate for him grew stronger. Even if I didn't really have a motive for it, I just wanted him to suffer like all the other popular furs.
After six months of ruined coffee shops and dancing nights, my friends and I had decided we were going to stop going to the popular hang out places and simply converse amongst ourselves.
It was an actual accident when we met, being caught in a horrible form of truth or dare, with my friends, I was dared to go up to the rat and speak to him, to try and hold a normal conversation. This wasn't the first time I had to go up and talk to a 'popular' fur in form of my dare, most of my friends knew I hated the popular crowd and knew that I steered clear of any misinterpretation.
Ugh, how I hated the rat, but a dare was a dare, and I was not the kind of girl to back down.
It seemed to go smoothly at first, finding him at the regular hot spot in town. I walked over to him trying not to have a disgruntled look upon my face. Watching him with my white eyes, trying to figure out his form of standing. Sure enough he was there, arm against the wall, looking down at a helpless lowly fur. Smirking as if he was winning the conversation.
Even though I hated popular furs, I still felt a little nervous as I walked up to him, recalling my side of the spectrum, a dare was a dare. Taking in a deep breath I brutally interrupted his conversation with the other fur. I was such a bitch, but I wanted to get this over with.
"Hello" I spoke like it was nothing, but there was still a soft shiver in my voice from how nervous I was. I couldn't believe I was talking to the pathetic rat.
He stopped talking to the male bunny, eyes wandering over to me. Giving me a small smile, he answered. "Hello to you too." was his words.
I went straight to the point of regular conversation, watching the bunny leave after a few words were exchanged. Trying to hold the rat in place long enough to get a signal from my friends that I was clear from my dare.
He talked so highly of himself, even speaking of how great he fucked the other night. It was something I didn't want to listen to. I hated his inflated ego and it was enough to drive someone away for a very long time.
Though the dare was only for a couple minutes and I had left with Coal's voice trailing behind her as he was ambushed by a passing fur.
I thought I was rid of him, but it's had a funny how popular people sometimes remember faces.
Time had passed, we had spoken when we could. He began to acknowledge my existence, nodding to me when he saw me at places but always talking to a different fur on a different night.
As months passed, my ears would perk as soon as I heard him entering where I was at. Never missing a beat with my canine ears, I could almost hear him before he entered. Always satisfying myself when he nodded at me.
I began to walk up to him, to now at least shake his hand. This quickly grew, to hugs, and this quickly grew to become speaking acquaintances.
Before I knew it we were beginning to look a lot like friends. Hugging when we saw each other, conversations on different social topics, trying to with hold each other's entertainment. I tried to leave him alone, he always had a new fur.
I soon realized that I was becoming fond of him, not friendly fondness, but in a sexual manner.
Nights where I tried and become intimate failed miserably with sudden calls to work or friends coming over. It seemed I would never finish what we started. Yet, we never tried to finish, always starting a new page, a new paragraph, a new chapter in our lusty relationship.
The one rat I disliked because of his arrogance, because of his ego was growing on me. It wasn't long before those horrible three words were murmured in between hot and heavy scenes. At first I was shocked at myself, cursing my mentality for saying such words of denial, confessing myself to him.
I felt like I was an opened book once the text spilled from my lips. He did not show the same emotions back. He actually avoided the conversation completely, continuing his rounds of sexual demise as if nothing had occurred.
The rat had made me depressed, having not been able to create a simple emotion back, I tried to move on.
I did, having him on the side for my sexual appetite that seemed to grow more around him and less around dating other furs or for that matter, trying to even find a good fur who seemed to kink my interest at all. I was obsessed with the rat, falling into the category of searching for a specific species when I searched for my porn.
I was becoming obsessed.
I grew disapprovingly. Accepting that I was only lusting after the rat, he was amongst one of the popular kind, and I had no place to sit on that side.
My mind slowly grew with faded pictures of what we had done and I was no longer emotionally attached to him.
Coming in to see him was as if she was going to a strip bar. I would get what I wanted and leave. Not having to do anything with him.
Knowing that Coal had left to the army made me worried, I didn't even speak to him before he left, I had to hear the random news from another fur.
Knowing that it wasn't big news back then, knowing that I didn't even care. It would have meant nothing to be if he would have said such things during my searching.
Yet as I sit here, alone, and thinking, I realized that maybe there was something deeper than lust. Or it could be that my lust for him was so high that only he himself could satisfy the typical craving. Whatever it was, I was suddenly beginning to feel a pain in my chest that was caused by a simple notion of loneliness.
Standing up from where I sat, I decided to move back in towards the house. It was beginning to feel chilly.
Closing the door behind me, locking it, hearing the click from the door as I once again began my journey back to my room. The original place I began to run from.
As I opened the door, it creaked like a whining floorboard that needed to be changed. Exposing my empty room, allowing the feelings I was trying to escape from to force themselves back into my heart.
My thoughts are circling around Coal. The one figure of a man I thought was nothing more but a fuck buddy until this moment. I quickly looked at my bed, stretching, feeling the muscles pull at my stomach as my back made the subtle "pop".
Pressing my knees against the soft futon mattress, I tried to curl under the nine pillows that surrounded me, trying to conform to sleep. It was already past midnight. I could hear the ticking of my wind-up clock on my shelves ticking the seconds that passed.
My eyes went wide as I began to recall why I probably couldn't fall asleep. Pushing my hands down to pull at my pajama pants, flinging them towards the floor along with the black wife beater. I never liked clothing, except for underwear. Which was the only thing I sleep with. If it wasn't for society pushing the clothing factor, she wouldn't feel so shameful of walking around like a natural canine should be.
Sleep wasn't going to come soon. I laid there staring at the dark ceiling, small sparkling lights reflecting from the sheetrock. They looked like little cities, some with many lights on at once, and the ones isolated were small country homes trying to find themselves in the acres upon acres of land that they owned.
Though these cities were enough to make me start making up stories, my mind seemed to wander to other things, finding excuses to not sleep. Rolling over to feel the empty spot on the right side of my bed.
My paw lightly stroking the cotton sheets, small images evolved into my mind of past events that had occurred in this same position.
My nostrils began to flare, inhaling a scent that was a twinge to her memory. Body reacting to what was invisible to the human eye. The distinct smell lingering in my mind. It had almost been four months since I smelled his scent but somehow it stood out on this cool evening. Reminding me of all the controversy conversations I ever had with him.
Coal floated into the realms of my mentality, swishing his dual stripped tattooed tail onto my nostrils. Teasing me with just the glimpse of his aroma.
I wanted more.
My stomach began to tighten from the desire to inhale him, closing my eyes, I parted my muzzle through cold air to speak quietly into the world.
"Ah....I miss you." I whispered to no one but an empty spot on my empty bed.
I opened my eyes to an empty space, wishing the small brown rat was going to be laying next to me. Leaving the image as I turned my back to the empty area. Frowning to myself and closing my eyes, trying to count myself to sleep.
1.......
2........
3........
Coal.....
4.....
5.....
6....
Coal.....
It didn't work.
Nothing ever worked when my mind was pre-occupied by residence who were unwanted and yet craved at the same time.
The rat swam in my mind.
Wrapping his long tail around the my waist, I looked at him, paws reaching out towards him, feeling his tail rolling around my hips as if he was really there.
I opened her maw and wanted to speak but it was thirsty of words, and could not give anything more than a low whimper.
Coal came closer, bringing his fingers onto my face. I could feel the warmth of his hand landing on my cheek. My body expressing a soft shiver, I stared at him in awe.
I wanted to drown inside of them. The small speckles of brown that stared back at me, exposing little of what he has been through but expressing how much he has seen. I wanted to melt into his arms and embrace him but I simply stared at him. Thinking he was a ghost or a figure of my imagination.
Yet I could feel his hand so perfectly set on my cheek, the warmth wiggling through the fur, caressing the small pink skin that hide behind such a heavily guarded terrain.
I swallowed heavily, finally snapping out of my coma based stare, wrapping my two arms around the gangly rat. My heart beating heavily against my chest as I pulled him closer to me. I could already feel the heat radiating from his body.
I didn't want to tell him anything and ruin my mood.
I didn't want to ruin anything like before.
Embracing him was all I needed. Bringing my head under his chin to allow the soft canine tongue hidden in my muzzle to taste him.
It sent electrifying jolts just to get to do something like this, tasting the different things that I had missed from Coal, the taste of his fur somewhat different from before. It was still him. Pressing against him, letting out a happy sigh I could feel his head move downwards.
My heart stopped.
Dead in it's track, it paused.
I didn't even want to breath.
Eyes widening.
Sounds disappearing.
Hearing his breathing was the only thing that made me know he was still alive.
My tongue pulled out towards the cold air, suddenly felt the warm feeling slide across it.
Fur bristling at the warmth of his tongue caressing against mine.
The thumps in my chest could be heard in my ears. Rapping in agony as I could feel my maw open, to accept the warm gift he gently placed on my tongue. Experiencing the euphoric surroundings as I pressed my lips onto his. Closing my eyes to clear my mind of other things. His tongue pressed against mine, and mine fought back only to curl around his.
I melted in his arms, his tail wrapped around my waist, my lips pressed against his soft maw. My tongue tasting the soft flesh that seemed so eager to meet my very own.
I let out a soft sigh through my flaring nostrils. Feeling his hands pressing against my fur. The tension building in my stomach, I could feel the excitement reaching my body.
I was in heaven, floating through the clouds without a care in the world. My heart beating so heavily I thought it would explode. My mind wanting him, my body craving him, my soul in complete sync towards his.
He pushed his lips away from mine, leaving the cold air to come back. My eyes slowly opening to watch him. Eyes waiting to see if he would move from my embrace or simply stay.
Though the minutes were countless, only seconds had passed. My mentality was eagerly awaiting a motion.
Yet, he did nothing.
It was almost like a million hours as I watched his hand. Skimming the air to make sure he wasn't going to do anything. I bit at my bottom lip, hoping that I wouldn't be discovered, my paw moved towards his hand. Resting my hand on the soft skin of his fingers.
I could feel my thumb throb at each pump my heart took.
It was the intensity of the two contacting each other that sent a riot in my head space. There was a lot of things that I wanted to make sure of but for now, it was simply that I was happy with him being here. The emotion was overflowing. It was almost as bad as it was good.
Feeling the soft pad of my paw curl around his finger. Isolating every noise but his breathing. Inhaling the soft scent that lingered in the air. My softened to the affect. It was bad enough that I was enticed by him.
While I left my paw to at least be connected with him, I looked up. Watching his brown eyes looking back at me. I could see my reflection. A mirror of my darkest secrets.
Getting lost in the tangled mess of his soul, wanting to read so deeply into the most secret of his emotions. Attempting to secure him for more than just a night of joy.
I have to look away.
I can't keep staring at him forever.
If I do... I would fall again.
I don't want to fall.
Pressing my nose against his neck to inspire the sweet scent. The one thing my body could register. It wasn't long before I felt his hands land on my hips. It was over from here.
My eyes widened, my muzzle opening to lick at his neck, tasting the sweet perfection of his body. I could feel his hands caressing my hips, slowly moving upwards to my sides. Making my body quiver at such touches.
My hips ached to be pressed against his. Thighs clamping together to feel the first bead of warmth moisture press against my swollen clit, eyes closing to exhale a whisper of a moan.
His tail loosened, pulling away from my hips. It felt as if something was missing when he retreated. I grunted with a complaint. Wishing he had just kept it there, but knew too well that it would get in the way.
I moved away from his neck, only too look at his so eagerly. I wasn't sure if he wanted something quick or if he was messing with my emotions. I didn't want to fall back into the trench that I suffered so long to leave from.
My paw pressed upwards to fall onto his cheek. Timidly tracing the small outlines of his cheek bones. Bringing my eyes to view the small black fingers of my paw caressing the most intimidate areas of his face. Outlining him so perfectly.
Blushing I let out a small gasp. Grinning up at him, my body pulled away from his. Leaving a small gap between us. Knees shaking I pressed my moist nose to his chest, gently leaving a small kiss on his breast plate. Looking up at him as my tail swished from side to side in excitement. Breaking the silence in the air.
My lips pressed against the fur. Allowing each kiss to feel the tickle of fur in my nostrils, moving downwards towards his belly my knees began to shake. Giving way as I tried to accommodate into a better position to leave a small trail of kisses down to sculpted V of his lower body.
My body began to tremor. My position changing as I felt my knees press against the ground. My eyes slowly looking in front of me, letting my eyes be lured in by the V to the hem of his pants. He always seemed to wear them so low that they caused furs to look twice just to know that he was commando.
My mouth began to form drool. Feeling the warm liquid dripping inside my muzzle I could feel the tremble of my tongue, the twitching of my mouth, the flaring of my nostrils.
I wanted the prize that was hidden.
Craving it like a dog craves steak.
My paws reached towards his hips, pushing a finger between his fur and pants. Do I dare try to touch him with an obstacle or should I just unzip him?
It didn't take long before I saw his hand move in front of my eyes. Fingers delicately pressing against the bottom of his pants, the small pop that seemed to give way to his pants moving downwards only to lay on his sides.
I frowned. How teasingly disappointing.
I wanted to see more.
Letting out a low growl, my teeth flaring off to the side, my paws moved down to jab at the jeans, pulling them downwards. It only took one good pull to see them dashing towards the floor.
My eyes followed them, a satisfied smile approaching on my lips as I looked up at him.
As my head pressed upwards to look up into his eyes like a satisfied puppy who just caught her first prey, my nose bumped into the soft flesh of his sex. I didn't want to believe that I just bumped into it, voiding to look to see if he was hard or soft my eyes kept to his.
I knew he loved when I did this, the satisfied grin on his face made my body shiver, paws clawing at the air in hopes to satisfy this great need.
Questioning his look at me before pushing my muzzle to his thigh. I could feel the soft caress of my cheek against his leg. Feeling the warmth once again transfer. Hands pressing against his hips as they slowly traced his shape. Curving into each small dip of his stomach, feeling the soft skin moving under the leathery soles of my pads.
My nose pulled upwards to tap against his sack before I felt ashamed and pulled away. My body shivering nervously, my paws shaking as they touched him.
I was scared but at the same time daring.
I wanted to jump him but couldn't help but think he was a stranger.
Feeling his soft fur under my paws gave me the reality of him being here. I wanted to scream at the world with my fascination but proceeded to look calm and collective.
Rubbing my cheek against his thigh my tongue would drag against his fur, leaving small wet trails of saliva as I reached the destination of his sack.
I couldn't keep feeling intimidated.
I gave a frantic lick, possibly the most sloppiest I have done in a while. Cursing myself for being so needy I took in a deep breath, it was bad enough to hear my heart beat beating in my ears like war drums.
Swallowing the over accumulating saliva that formed inside the realms of my muzzle I moved my head upwards. My cheeks dragging against the slick member of the rat.
A distraction ran through my emotions, pulling back to look at the exposed member of the rat. Eyes looking up at him my nostrils had flared. I was getting a different whiff. Smelling the sweet aroma that somehow reached my nose I quickly blushed.
The small exposure between my legs had moistened, my body was reacting to his. My legs trying to close shut to prevent such things from occurring only to allow them to worsen.
I swallowed once again hard. My eyes looking at him shamefully before returning back to what I was doing.
Pressing my cold wet nose onto his member I inhaled the smell of his sex. Registering it as much as I could get passed the saliva engulfed ocean of my muzzle. My body raced with different images of different position of different stories that we had both shared in the same bed at certain times.
Nostrils breathing warm breath outwards as my lips made contact to the tip of his member. The soft flesh under the raw part of my muzzle could be felt. His smell intensifying as my lips moved from his tip to the base.
My tail idly wagging behind me. Swishing against the ground, fanning the cold air.
My paws moved to his hips, gently touching the soft fur he had to offer. Caressing the fur in the direction they were combed. Claws slowly resting on his hips as the I felt my maw open.
This was it.
This was going to be the taste.
This was going to be what I've been waiting for.
What I've been craving.
This had to just be for sex if I wanted this all along!
I grunted a bit, expelling hot breaths from the deep realms of my lungs towards his growing phallus. Soft pink tongue being exposed between sets of canine teeth to press against him.
He tasted rather sweet at first. Not tasting of nothing at all, but a small scent of soap that lingered on him. Tongue rolling around the head. Feeling the soft liquid warmth of pre-cum dabbing at the sensitive tendrils of taste buds.
This is what I've been waiting for.
It was addiction that raced inside my veins now. That first taste sent my heart somersaulting on a grassy field. Pressing my lips against the tip of his member, my claws began to dig into his skin. Closing my eyes to the taste of my lips exposed to such a sensitive area I began to suckle.
Lips wrapped tightly around the moist head I could taste pre pressing against my tongue. My fur bristled, standing on it's tips as I sighed. Feeling my own sex contract to the contact of his pre, tongue pressing against the head of his member for more.
Eyelids closing even tighter, legs moving closer to each other feeling the soft drips of moist sex spread against my underwear. The warmth being encased in a fortress. Letting out a soft gasp as my body shifted.
Saliva began to build and build in the back of my throat, allowing my nostrils to breath as my lips wrapped around the attentive member. Allowing my paws to slowly explore other regions, flowing downwards on his thighs, scraping my claws against the sensitive thin fur.
The intensity building between my legs were causing uncomfortable shifts of my body. Slowly listening to the sleek squish from my mouth and my thighs. I could already smell my own sex producing in the air. Letting out small muffled moans into his cock as if speaking too close to a microphone.
The agitating feeling of my clit began to throb as my mouth pushed Coal's member deeper into the warmth that laid for him. Tongue rolling around, tasting little tid-bits here and there as if a little kid playing with her food.
Gasping my tongue began to pull out from under his member. Feeling the cold air brush against the tip of my tongue as I pulled my head back. Looking up at him with pleading eyes. Letting my muzzle press right up against the base of his body.
I could see him grinning down at me.
I always loved that look.
I couldn't help it anymore.
Allowing a free hand press against the moist wetness on my underwear caused my legs to begin to spread. Allowing a lick of air to dab at the warmth. It made me tremble, almost rolling my eyes back as I pulled his member from my mouth. Pulling my head completely away to watch a slick line of drool connect my lip to the tip of his manhood.
Watching the glistering member look back at me, seeing the twitch of his reaction made my fingers press against my clit. Cloth drenched in moist juices as my thumb pushed past the swollen lips. I could still feel the teasing touch upon my clit.
It was sudden.
My body moved forward.
My eyes closed tightly.
My lips parted briefly.
I moaned.
It wasn't a regular moan.
I moaned a quiver, my body shaking, my eyes closing as I gasped for a little bit of air.
My stomach pitted.
I brought my face up to look at him, almost wincing from the contracting of my sex as I felt the warm goo coating my fingers. I couldn't see his reaction, I didn't want to. I wasn't even past the underwear yet.
How embarrassing.
Blushing bright red I allowed my tongue to lick on the underside of his cock, watching him intensively. Eyes never looking away as my tongue wrapped around his member. Bringing it in for small little kisses. Eager to have more.
My paw pushed my underwear to one side. Letting my fingers dig into the covered warm moist lips where my clit was hidden. Rolling each two fingers on the side of the clit, I wanted to purr if I could purr.
The surges of pleasure racing through my body almost made me light headed as I pressed my lips against his tip again, pulling my tongue from under his cock and began to suckle him. Pressing my cheeks against his hard member I pulled my head back, pushing my head forward to press the tip of her nose against him. Feeling the soft brush of fur on my nose made them twitch.
Urgent fingers working around the moistened swollen clit. My paw was already being covered in the sticky substance as I moved it away only to allow it to fall onto his chest. My paw fell down with a smack, slowly dragging itself down towards his belly. Her body shifting a bit as a grunt expelled from my throat as I felt his member push inside my maw and out.
Feeling the soft touch of his hand on my head, my eyes looked up. The sharp twitch of my body could approve his move as he stroked idly at the headfur. Pushing my tongue inwards to push his member off to the side of my cheek. Feeling the bulge produce as I gasped for air, enjoying the freedom to squeeze his cock between the soft flesh and my teeth.
The slurping could be heard as I tried to drink him while he was in this position. Moving my paw away from his stomach back to the sanctuary of warmth between my thighs. Letting out a small gasp as my fingers touched the swollen lips.
My tongue rolled around my mouth. I think I've had enough breathing. Pressing the cock back into my maw, tongue flopping around his member, feeling each vein and tasting each drop let. I allowed my tongue to linger onto the head of his sex, gently licking at the hole that produced my own addiction.
Wrapping my lips eagerly around the head, tongue rolling over, smiling to myself as I tasted the first actual spurt of pre-cum. I could hear him gasping, his hand tightening around my head as the warm liquid squirted in my mouth. Dripping down my throat, only to be swallowed.
Pressing my hand against my swollen sex I could feel the moist falling back onto my leathery paw. Pushing my head away from his member to look up at him. Fingers digging for the warmth of my hole. Paw matted with my own juices as I part my warm lips. I could feel the cold air against my clit, touching it smoothly as my fingers find their way to my warm hole.
Letting out a small gasp, my eyes close. Nose pushing upwards as I tilt my head back. Slowly pressing my finger into the warm tight hole that had been waiting in anticipation. My fur bristled as my finger dwelled in the tight muscles that surrounded it. The warmth dripping onto my fingers, slowly pushing itself deeper until it curled.
My body jumped as I let out a louder moan, echoing it across the walls in the room. Gasping, eyes closing tightly, body shaking.
My tongue moved towards his member, trying to recall I was pleasuring him as I began to suckle on his head. I could feel the pulsating heart beat push against my tongue. His member twitching in my muzzle, my eyes rolling back as my fingers dug into my sex.
I pushed my muzzle down to the base, feeling his member catch onto my throat, I felt my throat open with each breath before I couldn't breath anymore. His cock twitching I didn't want him to release in my mouth.
My thumb working it's ways around my clit, letting out small grunts as I pulled my head back.
Body almost ecstatic with pleasure. I looked up at him. Suckling the tip of his head, allowing my tongue to roll onto the underside when I saw his head move back and the first spurt of cum press against the roof of my mouth.
Quickly I moved my head back closing my eyes as his cum hit my muzzle, cheeks and forehead. The warmth slowly dripping deep into my fur, the feeling against my skin. I could hear him exhale, his body relaxing, my fingers tightening as I could feel my body stiffen as well.
My heart beat increased.
My breathing increased.
I could feel the cum on my face start to drip onto my breasts and thighs.
His hand idly stroking my head, gently pressing the fur.
My muzzle opened.
The air went silent.
A loud moan escaping from my maw as it heated the air in a blast.
My thighs tightening.
My stomach crunching.
My orgasm was so hard my fingers couldn't even pull out. Muscles clenching them tightly in their warm hole.
Body gasping as my eyes opened, to look at him.
Face flushed as my fingers slowly departed my sex.
I smiled. His soft words echoing in the air. "Good puppy." he said, so simple.
Awaken by the sound of my alarm clock ringing loudly I pulled upwards. My sheets in a puzzling manner as I gasped. Looking at my paws as I pressed them against my face.
I couldn't feel anything on my face, I looked around only to see that I was alone.
Had I dreamed him?
I smelled my paws, they smelled of sex.
The smell still lingering from last night.
Smirking, I shook my head only to fall back into the soft mattress expelling a sigh.