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HE LIKES MY CAT

T he Past:

No one: (tumbleweeds roll by and crickets chirp)

The Present:

He assembles my desk and the matching chairs, and looks around the room.

As promised, he positions them so I can see the ocean while I’m writing. “For inspiration,” he says. “Because I know you love being able to look at the ocean.”

It’s like he’s listened to every word I’ve ever said, every story I’ve ever shared, and absorbed it all. And then he puts them into practice in the most subtle, thoughtful ways.

I’ve never felt cared about like this. Had someone put themselves into my shoes and think about what would work best for me. I feel almost… adored… I guess you could say. And it’s a wond erful feeling.

As we’re setting up my apartment, every look he gives me, every glance we share, feels charged with something more than just the ordinary thrill of moving into a new place. There’s this sense of electricity coursing between us, a chemistry so potent it feels like a magnetic pull. We’ve already been struggling to keep our hands off each other, and when we finally let go, it’s a rush of pent-up desire, and raw, undeniable need.

He slides my top over my head, and his eyes go wide as he notices the little silver bars that run through both of my nipples, as if he’s seeing a gift just for him. An involuntary groan escapes his lips, and his expression is so feral, so primal, that I almost lose myself.

“Oh my fucking god, I didn’t know your nipples were pierced,” he growls, nearly breathless. “Holy fuck, that’s hot.” The intensity of his gaze has me feeling both powerful and completely vulnerable.

“They’re new,” I say, a sly smile playing on my lips. “I just got them done a few weeks ago, so please be gentle. They’re still pretty tender.” I can tell by the way he’s looking at them he wants to either yank on them or put them in his mouth—maybe both—his expression turning reverent, as if he’s unwrapping something secret and sacred.

“They’re so fucking hot,” he says. “Oh my god, you’re amazing. Every fucking day I find out at least one new amazing thing about you, usually way more than just one.”

I don’t need to worry about him being too rough with them, though. He leans down and places a soft kiss on each, sending a shock that zips through my whole body. His touch is electric, and as his lips brush over my skin, any fears I had about remembering how to be intimate melt away.

When he lowers his board shorts and his cock springs free, my breath catches. Girthy and thick, with a slight upward curve that makes my stomach clench with excitement. And it’s rock hard.

“Jesus, you have a huge cock,” I blurt out, my face flushing, feeling myself grow even wetter, and he smirks.

“I know,” he growls, confidence radiating off him .

After five years, it felt like that whole part of my body had closed up shop. You know, insert jokes about cobwebs and the like.

But he makes me feel beautiful, desirable and worshipped in a way I never have before. My body responds to him as though it’s been waiting for exactly this.

I’m so horny right now, and as I see the lustful look in his eyes, my concern dissipates in an instant. He looks at me like he wants to eat me. And then he does, yanking my thighs apart and diving between them headfirst.

I moan as Timmy's hot, wet tongue teases its way up the inside of my thigh. I can feel his cocky grin even though my eyes are closed, his fingers gently exploring my lips.

“Your pussy is so pink,” he says. “And oh my god, you taste so good. Mmm, you're soaking wet for me, babe," he purrs, making a trail of kisses across my pussy. “Bet you've been aching for this, haven't you?”

“Oh, fuck, Timmy," I gasp, arching my back as he slips a finger inside me, curling it in a way that drives me wild. "Yes, yes, don't stop."

He laughs softly, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. His free hand caresses my stomach, his thumb tracing patterns over my navel as he works a second finger into me, stretching me just right.

"That's it, baby. Let me know how much you want this," he growls.

"Fuck, Timmy, I’ve been wanting this—you—so much," I moan, pulling at the sheets beneath me, my body quivering with desire.

He laughs, the vibrations of his chuckle heating my core even more. "I’ve been wanting you so badly, too, sexy," he whispers, before he closes his lips around my clit, sending electric shocks coursing through me.

"Oh my God, Timmy!" I gasp, my toes curling as he laps at me with an eagerness that I don’t know I’ve ever experienced. He expertly flicks his tongue over my clit, making me squirm and buck against him.

"That's it, baby," he mumbles, his voice vibrating against my pussy. " I’ve been wanting to taste this sweet pussy of yours. Fuck, you taste so good."

"Fuck, Timmy, don't stop," I beg, one hand in his sun-bleached hair, the other gripping the edge of the mattress as pleasure courses through my veins. His soft laughter hums against my clit, the vibrations making me moan even louder.

He groans before he adds a third large finger inside me, stretching me, curling them into that special spot that sends me close to the edge.

"Oh my fucking God, Timmy, yes," I moan, my hips bucking against his face as he sucks my clit into his mouth, teasing it with his skilled tongue.

"You like that, baby?" he asks, then bites down lightly on my swollen clit, making me see stars.

"Oh, fuck, yes, don't stop," I pant, my mind lost in a sea of pleasure. He echoes my moans with a growl, his cock hard and throbbing against me.

"You taste so fucking good," he groans, and I can feel him leaking pre-cum onto my leg.

I pant, grinding my hips against his face, seeking more of his skilled tongue.

His breath is hot against my sensitive skin, sending tingles all over my body. And just when I think I can’t take it anymore, with one final, hard lick, I fly over the edge, crying out his name as the world explodes around me.

My body arches off the bed as the most powerful climax of my life washes over me. Timmy doesn't stop, lapping up every drop of my essence, until I'm spent, panting and shaking, my nails embedded in the sheets.

He works me through quivering aftershocks, licking and sucking until I'm a trembling, spent mess on the bed, my body singing with pleasure.

"Damn, you're good at eating pussy," I manage to gasp, my chest heaving .

“Oh, I know,” he replies, grinning up at me with a smug look on his face, a cocky confidence that makes me go feral.

Finally, when I can't take any more, I pull him up, my hands shaking as I reach for him. He stands up, his hard cock inches from my face.

"It's my turn now," I pant, a wicked smile playing on my lips.

Timmy grins, his eyes dark with lust as he obligingly lays back on the bed, his massive cock hard and throbbing, just for me.

"Oh, my," I breathe, my eyes widening as I take in the sight of him up close. "You really do have a massive cock.”

He chuckles, a cocky grin on his face. "What can I say, baby? Eating your pussy makes my cock grow harder."

I roll my eyes, but I can't help the smirk that tugs at my lips. “Well, then, let's see how it feels in my mouth.”

I lower myself to my knees, my eyes locked on his, my heart pounding in anticipation. I run my tongue along his length, savoring the taste of him, salty and musky, a heady aphrodisiac that sends shivers down my spine.

"Fuck, Margaux," he groans, his hands fisting in my hair as I take him deeper into my mouth. "You really know how to suck my big, fat cock."

I moan around his length, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. I love the way he responds to me, like I'm the only thing that matters in this moment.

I increase my pace, bobbing my head up and down his shaft, my tongue swirling around his tip. My other hand wraps around his base, stroking him in time with my mouth. I can feel him throb and twitch in my mouth, and it makes me moan, knowing I’m having this effect on him.

He pulls me up with his strong arms and I straddle him, our naked bodies touching in this way for the first time. He grabs a condom from a box to the side of the bed and expertly rolls it onto his cock.

I feel the heat emanating from Timmy's body as he shifts beneath me, his muscles tense with pent-up desire. His deep blue eyes, usually so full of mischief, are now hooded with lust, and I can't help but shiver in anticipation. Desire courses through me as I line him up with my entrance.

Timmy's hands grip my hips, guiding me downward. His massive cock, rock hard and throbbing, teases my entrance. I take a deep breath, inhaling his familiar scent of sun and sea, and even though this is our first time together, it’s as if my body has missed him all along.

With a moan of surrender, I lower myself onto him, my walls stretching to accommodate his insane girth. He fills me so completely, every nerve ending in my body is on fire, and all I can think about is how right this feels.

As I sink down onto his hardness, everything comes rushing back. It really is like riding a bike. You never forget. The sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of lust and exhilaration that blurs the line between pleasure and something deeper, something addictive. We’re caught in this perfect rhythm, a seamless blend of bodies and energy, something transformative.

"Oh, fuck, Margaux," he groans, his jaw clenched in ecstasy. I meet his gaze, our eyes locked as our bodies finally meld together.

I begin to move, rocking my hips in slow, sensual circles, relishing the feeling of him inside me. Timmy's hands slide up my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, as he guides me into a rhythm that has us both gasping for air. His generous cock hits all the right spots, and I can feel the intensity building deep inside me.

"Faster," he growls, his voice raspy with need, and I oblige, grinding my hips against his as the heat between us builds to a fever pitch.

“Oh, Timmy,” I pant out, my nails digging into his chest. "You feel so good."

"God, baby, you feel so good too," he groans, his eyes glazed over with desire. "Your tight little pussy, your sexy moans."

His dirty talk sends a shiver down my spine, and I moan louder, spurring him on. His hips buck upwards, meeting my every thrust, his massive cock hitting depths I didn't know existed. The tension coils tighter and tighter within me.

He flips me over onto my back, and I lay on the bed with Timmy above me, our bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace.

His tattooed biceps flex and the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room as he thrusts into me, once again filling me up completely. Time seems to stand still as our hips grind in an erotic symphony, his girthy cock stretching me in ways I'd nearly forgotten. It's been years since I last fucked anyone, but it feels like no time has passed at all.

His hands grip my hips firmly, guiding me to meet his every thrust, ensuring we both feel every single inch of each other. Sparks fly inside me, and my body is alive with pleasure like I’ve never experienced before with any other man.

His cock hits that spot deep inside me, and I throw my head back, moaning in ecstasy. Despite it being our first time together, it’s as if he knows my body better than anyone else, and he uses that knowledge to drive me wild.

"Margaux," he growls, his voice low and guttural as he plunges deeper and deeper, inch by delicious inch. "I've been dreaming about this. Your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, squeezing me like a vise."

His dirty talk sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel pleasure continuing to build inside me like an unstoppable wave. I dig my nails into his back and he groans.

"Yes, fuck me harder," I beg, my voice a desperate whimper.

He grunts in response, picking up the pace even more, slamming into me with an intensity I’ve never felt before. It's like he's claiming me as his, marking me as his own, and a part of me thrills at the thought.

"Fuck, Timmy," I scream, my toes curling, chills running through me, tearing me apart and stitching me back together again. "Oh my God, yes!"

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “Oh fuck, Margaux,” he murmurs into my hair. “I’m coming. ”

His grip on my hips tightens, and he groans my name again as he unloads himself deep inside me, his body shuddering beneath mine.

As our breathing eases, we collapse onto the bed, our hearts pounding in tandem. I wrap my arms around his tattooed chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent. We remain entwined, our bodies joined together. I've never felt more connected to anyone than I do in this moment, as if nothing could ever break this bond we now share.

“You’re amazing,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from the intensity of our lovemaking.

He pulls back, his eyes shining with emotion, “You’re amazing, Margaux.”

He kisses me, his lips soft and tender, a far cry from the passionate frenzy of moments ago. My heart swells for this man.

Slowly, Timmy pulls out of me, and I can't help but whimper at the loss of him.

We lay here, sated, tangled in each other. He pulls me close, his hand tracing soft patterns on my back that make my skin tingle.

“Wow, I meant what I said before. You really are good at eating pussy,” I moan.

“Oh, I know,” he says. “Fucking hell, that was good. That’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. And that’s definitely the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Seriously?” His words, so raw and genuine, make me blush. I can’t help but giggle at his unabashed confidence. It feels easy with him—natural.

“Yes. Most definitely,” he nods, and sighs contentedly. “Your pussy feels different, you know?”

“Oh,” I say, my face flushing. “Well, nobody has ever said that before, but I have a tilted cervix, so that could be it.” I’ve had sex with a decent number of people, and nobody has ever mentioned it. But Timmy has this sexual confidence that exudes from him. He definitely has the BDE to go with his actual big dick.

“Well, I have a curve in my dick," he explains. "And it seems to be at just the right angle. We're perfect together.”

I laugh. Such a random thing to say, but again, he has this way of noticing details that nobody else ever has, or at least not that they’ve mentioned. He makes me feel special. Like as a couple we’re magical, made for each other.

And it doesn’t stop there. The way he jokes about keeping other guys off the mattress he’s hauled up to my apartment. His possessiveness is cheeky, but it sends a thrill through me, as if he's claiming me. Every moment with Timmy is like a jolt of something intoxicating—this blend of adrenaline, lust, and happiness that I’ve never felt before. He’s so thoughtful, so genuinely invested in everything that makes me unique, and I feel so utterly seen in a way I didn’t even know was possible.

We lay here, entwined in each other's arms, the room silent save for our panting breaths and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. I've never felt more at home, more content, than I do right now with Timmy.

The outside world fades away, and it's just the two of us, enjoying each other, like nothing—no one—else exists. It’s as if our connection transcends time and distance—just Timmy and me.

“That really was so good,” I whisper, my eyes drifting closed as sleep begins to claim me.

"Mmhmm," he smirks, kissing my forehead gently. "Sleep now, baby. I'll be here when you wake up."

And with those words echoing in my ears, I slip into a deep, contented sleep, my heart lighter than it's been in years.

The following morning, I wake up and he’s sprawled across the mattresses. He’s taken one of my creepy Margaux dolls that looks just like me, and he’s wearing it on its dick like it’s sucking his cock. I laugh and snap a picture. He’s seriously the funniest person I’ve ever met.

He takes me out to a famous local spot that plays live music at brunch. We sit at the bar and, once again, he chats away with the bartender and other bar patrons. A kind woman offers to snap a photo of us together at the bar. It’s an awful photo, but he’s clinging to me and I look happy. The feeling I have inside is so much more than what can be conveyed by any picture, though. I have constant butterflies. Every moment with Timmy is filled with possibilities and adventure, and I’ve never felt more excited about what my life is going to bring.

He’s so cute and snuggly. His back is smooth. And it’s big and strong.

I love wrapping my arms around him.

I love the feeling of his skin. I love the way my arms feel when they’re entangled with him.

The way he looks at me.

So kind, so caring. Full of humor. Mischievous!

He makes me feel alive.

And his sense of humor is warped, like mine. I can say the darkest shit and he’ll take it one step further. I’ve never been with someone who makes me laugh so hard. Deep belly laughs that result in tears running down my face multiple times a day.

I’d long ago given up on the idea of soulmates, but now I feel like I’ve found mine.

When I tell him things, he usually pays attention. Like the way I like my onions raw or at least still a little bit crunchy. The way I put hot sauce on basically everything. Sometimes I have to repeat myself, but who in a relationship doesn’t? And it’s taken us a little moment to understand each other’s accents, so that adds to it.

I’m swept up in wave after wave of his admiration. None of it seems disingenuous or over-the-top. He makes comments when it makes sense to do so, not like he’s coming up with a list and saying it just because he wants to win me over. It’s thoughtful and thought out, and I feel so seen.

He’s always up for an adventure. For once, I feel like the least crazy one in the relationship. He’s spontaneous and, well… fun!

And he takes the lead with sex and makes me feel beautiful and sensual. He notices parts of me that nobody else ever has.

Everything is just going so well .

Here’s this very cute, tall, athletic man who has taken time off work to drive me around and help me set up my apartment. Lifting heavy things, grabbing things from high places. Being thoughtful and considerate about what I might need in order to be comfortable.

And also being able to enjoy mind-blowing sex with him?

Moving here really was the best decision.

It feels like things are finally coming together for me.