Sneak attack

Master: *thinks he is safe, thinks his kitten sleeps while he makes breakfast*

Kitten: *sneaks stealthy and silently down the stairs*

Kitten: *hides behind wall, planning the optimal moment of attack, it must be perfect*

Master: *interrupts evil scheme* “Morning”

Kitten: screeeetch *knocks over a lamp, trips on the stairs, and finally makes it back up into bed and under the covers where she will perfect her next plan of attack*

One of my favorite things is when my touch makes you moan ever so slightly. Some how I touched, squeezed, clawed, pulled, or bit in just the right way that you couldn’t control it falling from your lips. That’s when I know you’re mine, at least for the time being.
—  My deepest pleasures