Oooo... Oh boy, my first entry... O,o
Ahem, I decided that my life isn't interesting enought to fiddle around with writting it down so.. I've been writting again. I came up with this short story at 6: 30 in the morning. Enjoy.
The Sixth Pet.
Arriving home from a hard night at the strip club on third and main, she throws her keys on the table near the door, then hangs her coat up on the coat rack a little ways away from the table. She steps out of her heels, and kicks thm to the wall as she goes by. It had been storming outside, and it still was lightening a little. Big bright streaks in the sky every now and again illuminated the dark apartment. Suddenly something brushes against her leg, causing her to jump, gasping in fear. She looks to see what it had been and finds that it was just her cat Salem welcoming her home. HE mewowed in greetings again, rubbing up agains her leg lovingly. SHe chuckled, scolding herself lightly for having been so silly as she bent to pet him. As she stood back up, she turned on the lights, proceeding into her kitchen to fix her and Salem something to eat. SHe took a can of cat food out of the cupboard, opend it, and placed it on the floor for him, then went to the refrigerator to pull out last night's chicken. After heating it up, she sat down and ate, rubbing Salem's back the entire time. After she was done with her meal, she carried on to the bathroom, where she turned on the faucet to start a warm bath. Salem had followed her into the bathroom, and sat himself on the counter of the sink. SHe chuckled to herself. Salem always had been a little pervert, ever since she had brought him home from the animal shelter. WHen he was little, he discovered he could fit underneath the door of the bathroom, and snuck in there often when he knew she was in there. She sat down on the chair she kept in the bathroom, and removed her stalkings, tossing them into the middle of the bathroom floor, then, next came the satin corset that she loved so much, creating a small pile now. Then, came the leather skirt and finally the leather thong she had gotten to tie the ansamble together. SHe stood, checking herself over in the mirror, smiling happily at her firm young body. She always did admire how her breasts were so perky, her nipples allready hard before the air touched them. SHe ran her fingers over them slowly, a hot sensation rippling from her pussy. She ran her fingers down her sleek tummy, until she had reached just above her clit. She smirked at herself, as she ran her finger along the opening, flickering it along her sensative knot. She groaned softly, biting her bottom lip, only stopping as the water in the bathtub neared being full. She went over and shut off the water, then got in, laying down. THe warm water made her want to play even more, so, she picked up where she had left off, rubbing her clit fast. She moaned, opening her legs wide to allow the warm water to flow into the opening of her vagina, using it to lubricate the action. She then began to push her fingers inside of herself, slow at first, but then increasiningly faster as she used the other hand to continue rubbing her clit. She finally reached climax, her muscles tensing hard. SHe screamed in delight, splashing a little water out onto the bathroom floor. SHe chuckled, seeing she had made a little mess, then finished her bath, carefully cleaning herself and her wet pussy. After the bath was done, she drained the tub, and threw on her robe. Salem was no longer in the bathroom, so, she went to find him, wrapping her hair up in a towel. SHe called for him, but he did not come when she called, which worried her. She searched the apartment, but turned up no traces of him. She checked every room, except hers. When she got to her room, she found that her door had been scratched up. Salem did have a problem with clawing up furniture, so, she dismissed it as a usual punishment situation. SHe opend the door and screamed. All over her walls, written in blood were the words " I saw what you did. " and in the middle of her bed, was the mangled bloody remains of her pet. Scared, she called the police. When they arrived, they did the usual sweep, and found that there was no sign of a forced entry, and that there was no evidence of anyone being in her home except for her. AS he police left, one was heard mumbling to another " This is the sixth pet this week."
The end. ^_^