Nice Kitty
Erotic Story

When I first discovered masturbation at the age of eight, I worked her over pretty good, but I did it when I wanted to, not three times per day. Even when that wonderful man taught me how to create the Big Orgasms in my mid-twenties I didn't spend this much time with my hand in my crotch! I would light a candle, put on some soft music take out my cordless vibrator and like "Calgone" let it take me away from the world for awhile. That was a fun twenty minutes and I was good for the whole day. But this is something else, the cordless vibrator went four months ago cause I needed more horsepower and the cost of batteries was killing me. The people I work with think I go home at lunch to let the dog out; if they only knew I go home to play with the kitty! It's absurd. I'm going to have quit my job get a web cam and a web site and masturbate on the internet. At least that way I can make my money and calm her down at the same time. Then I might have time to do a few other things, like eat! Masturbating used to be fun, but it's no longer a hobby; it's a necessity. I've never smoked but I think I can relate to a craving so strong you can't think straight. So if you've got 'em smoke 'em, I understand your need.

She's killing me I now carry a small dildo in my purse as sort of a pussy pacifier. That started when I was driving home in traffic and she was bothering me so bad I couldn't drive. I was playing with myself to help get her off of my back but it took one hand off the wheel and the truckers kept following me. This is easier, give her the pacifier and make it home safely.

The men I've dated lately have found it to be good and bad. Good that I am willing to share on the first date, but bad because she beats them to death. It's not that they go running out of the house screaming, it's just they burn out. I was dating a guy three months ago and we were doing it all of the time. Everything was fine for me until he started complaining he was tired and sore all of the time. He split, too bad I liked him, he was funny. Last month I was dating a guy who I thought had been sent to me from heaven. Big, real big, strong and could pump for an hour. My hero, but I had to let him go. We were right in the middle, about forty minutes into it; I had already cum 7 times and was thinking tonight I was going to get some peace since she had hers. All of a sudden he passes out, I mean cold. I think he stopped breathing! A few seconds later he came to, but I couldn't risk it I didn't want to have to call 911 and report his death. What happened? I don't know, he just came and went. Then the investigation would take place cops crawling all over me, asking hundreds of questions and with my luck they would charge me. I can see it now sitting in the courtroom listening to their expert. So in your expert opinion what happened? It appears the vagina constricted in such a way as to trap the penis and cut off the blood supply. At first the victim experienced a combination of pleasure and pain and was confused by the feelings. (Show me one guy with a hard-on that isn't confused) This confusion began to fade but it was too late to act. As the confusion faded an emergency signal was sent to the brain and the man started to panic. The blood supply remained cut off for several minutes and the electrical impulses from the brain overrode the heart impulse and caused the heart to beat wildly and then fail. So what have you determined to be the cause of death? It's a condition we call the "velvet vise". Can you put that in layman's terms for us? Yes, to put it simply, the pussy killed him. No, none of that for me! And then the cops would keep asking me to see the murder weapon. The TV cameras, the interviews it would have been too much, he had to go.

The last guy I was dating was not quite as strong but was getting the job done. Great tongue work and let me ride tall and hard. Then he starts complaining she's squeezing too hard, then she says "oh yeah, watch this" and crushes the poor bastard. The last time we were together, I was about to get a good one and he starts whining. I was so close and only half there when I snapped, "shut up and take it like a man". That was the last we've seen of him. I did notice the other day that the dildo had a dent in it so maybe he had a point. No matter life goes on.

I'm not sure what to do from here nor how long this situation will continue but I know one thing if it's true that the woman who dies with the most orgasms wins, then I'm gaining ground on the rest of you, everyday. Love to stay but it's time to feed the kitty. Keep your panties on, I'm cumin.

Author> Gary