First, a wee bit about me... Ah, me, my favorite subject, perdicate, noun, and verb. In the morning I'm Kat; by midday I've become Kitten; in the late afternoon, Kitty Kat, on the prowl, or Alley Kat, getting some loving from Mr. Stuffen; late night, Tigeress, lean and mean, a man-eater looking to score.
So, let me tell you, I'm not new to writing. But haven't been at SOL in a long time. I have stories elsewhere, but only a few. When I quit, I quit and pulled everything but a few stories down. Too bad, so sad, but good news: "I'm back, baby. Did ya miss me?" Don't answer that. I'm afraid of rejection so much, it blurs vision, sends waves of distress through my body, which come on in... Sorry, that's just a hot flash.
Who am I? Hey, that's a great question.
I'm Kitten Delight, a middle-aged woman with a wicked imagination. I love sexy stories, romantic ones, nasty tales with a twist, and horror. The horror, the horror. I'm not fond of the smell of burnt pancakes in the morning it reminds me of defeat or my ex.
Anyway, I hope you read what I write. More important than that, I hope you love what I write. And by extension, love me. Is that too creepy?
Yesterday, all my stories weren't so far away. Now they're not gone to stay I'm longing for yesterday, so I'll be writing away.
Yeah, I'm sort of fucked in the head, but the right way!
All my love,
Now about Autumn's Tender Warmth...
Autumn is going about the daily routine of running her BDSM Institution. She's ordering her submissives around, getting ready for the graduation ceremony that night, and personally delivering invitations. Her 'side business' is doing exceptionally well, and she's making a fortune. Overall, it's just a normal day for the dominatrix. That is, until she meets young Jeffrey. There is something different about the boy, and she is drawn to his angelic face and childlike innocence. He thinks she's the most awesome person he's ever met, and the two spend a magical few hours together. When their time is up later that evening, Autumn must face the decision she's made, knowing it was done all in the name of business. Business? Who is she kidding? Her life will never be the same again, and more importantly, neither will Jeffrey's.
Take a look-see and tell me what you think.
Kitten
PS: All my love doesn't mean I want to be stalked, kidnapped, raped, and have my throat slit.