Book 1: Gripped

Opening of Gripped:


I came on my cat today, again.

On. It’s not like I used the cat. She was just in the wrong spot at the wrong time, or the right time, depending on if she’s into that kind of thing. And since it’s happened twice now, I can only assume that she likes it. I asked her, but she just stared at me, judging me, like cats do. And, don’t get all
preachy on me. I was beating it to normal, red-blooded American, woman-on-woman porn. It just happened that I finished into my paper towel when she walked between my legs allowing me to lose focus for a split second. You would not believe how hard it is to get cum out of the fur of a cat that doesn’t like to be touched.