From The Desk of Daniel Ross: Romance
Just a little cutefic that popped into my head one day. About a tiger and a leopard
From The Desk of Daniel Ross, Friday, February 7, 2014
Romance
Romance isn't always something kindled in a whirlwind of passion. In my experience, those faster, more passionate relationships would end almost as quickly and dramatically as they began.
That isn't to say that some modicum of spontaneity is necessarily a bad thing. Quite to the contrary, passion let out in separated bursts can liven up an otherwise dull relationship. I write this because today was a great example of those moments.
The day started normally enough. I awoke cuddling with my stripy boyfriend (Thomas, by the way). Then I set about wasting several minutes in the arduous task of trying to WAKE HIM UP, before just giving up and "convincing" his unconscious body to let me go, by any means necessary. Then I showered, dried off, dressed, gave my (embarrassing pet name here) a kiss on the cheek, and began a breakfast of scrambled eggs.
Here was where the deviations began, as apparently now Thomas as not only awake, he was alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic, and tigers are very quiet when they want to be.
I didn't notice him until I felt him drag one of his pointy clawtips in a long, slow circle across my back.
This is where two constant factors come into play. One, my life is stressful. This causes me to be rather...tense in the morning. Two, Thomas's fingers are like magic.
My readers, I will say this to you now: I am a not a flamboyant gay. I am not a girly gay. I am not limp in the wrists, or feminine, or pink, I am none of those things.
But I have my moments.
My back felt like lightning was running through it. It arched against my will and my body ignored my commands as a sound something like "Aaaaaaghhooooowwww" tore from my muzzle while my knees failed me entirely, crumpling like straw beneath me.
That moan sounded so loud and wanton, and my actions seemed so dramatic that Thomas, bless his sweet heart, had to pause and ask if he'd hurt me.
Suffice to say that in the end, breakfast was ruined, and neither of us was particularly unhappy with that.
Ha-ha, I just made a funny.
Thomas says we don't do that inside.