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 An Adoring Little Leopardess

   By Adrian Mailenna Obligatory Disclaimer: This text contains sexually
explicit material.  Readers not inclined to such things, or under the age
of legal consumption of such material should find something else to read.

   Even with the adoring little leopardess who slept snuggled so
deliciously close to me, I found myself quite soft when I woke with the
crack of morning.  She purred at me as I rose, snuggling in a little
tighter as I let my fingers brush against her sleeping cheek, tracing the
tiny, freckle-like spots and patches of matted fur.  So remarkable for one
so small, I thought.  There was so much energy, so much raw hunger in her
tiny frame, just barely over five feet from toetip to eartip, and I smiled
as I remembered the pleasures of the night before.  We had played for
hours, stopping only to wash and begin again, and I drank in her screams of
delight like rich, intoxicating wine, until we slept, cream and
black-spotted gold writhing against me in our slow, dreamy lovemaking.

   My hand wandered down her body, stroking her in affection as her
sleeping purr grew, and followed her spots to the supple curves of her rear
and the downy fur there, stiff with the dried evidence of our mutual
pleasure.  The memories of her came washing over me, from the taste of her
breath to the feelings of my lips exploring her body and hers exploring
mine, to the hard, carnal way she had bucked against me, so fine and strong
that I could scarcely breathe, and I slid back into bed beside her, my
deep, rumbling purr joining hers as we slept.

   -- Copyright 2004 Adrian Mailenna.

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