I saw a thing today. A big soft thing with four legs. It lives in a box with a garden. It was sleeping in sun. It was so soft. So full. Not like me. I am all bones and sharp bits.

I watched it. Its belly moving up, down. So safe. So fed. I wanted to be it. To be that soft. To have someone scratch my head and feed me from their hand.

Then a person came. A woman-person. She picked it up. She held it to her chest. She kissed its head. The soft thing purred. A deep rumble.

My cunt got wet. Not for the soft thing. For the holding. For the kiss on the head. For the rumble inside a chest that means you are safe.

I want to be held like that. To be picked up. To be small against a big chest. I want to be kissed on my dirty head. I want to make a noise like that. A happy rumble. I want strong arms to squeeze me until I feel full and soft, not empty and sharp.

I would be so good for them. I would lick their neck. I would rub my face on their stomach. I would let them touch me anywhere. Put their fingers in my wet pussy. Put their cock in my mouth. Anything. Just to be the soft thing that gets held after. Just to be the thing that is kept.