Half finished work called to me, but I had to catch my breath before standing back up. He nosed the glass door and scratched it once, just as I was warming lentil soup from a can. “Kane!” I froze but couldn’t stifle blurting his name. I simply grabbed a handful of old print-outs to protect the seat before starting my next effort at the computer. Heat from the bitch next door had aroused him again. My heart sank as Kane took control of me. He immediately leaped high and far, landing on the table. All I could do at the time was to get more paper and take the mess out to the trash. I want a life beyond fucking.”
Gods, Kane was inspired. The irritating sound of claws scratching stainless steel sang from the kitchen. Suddenly, tinny, sharp barks erupted from the other side of my privacy fence. “Eat this, Bitch. I put down dozens of sheets of printouts – to protect the carpet. I dropped them to the floor and gulped, hoping my guess was right. His soft, bone steadied cock began stabbing like Jack the Ripper. I ended up peeing into the cum stained pair of torn slacks.
