Today, I was feeding stray cats in the alley behind the flower shop. There was a particularly affectionate little black cat that kept rubbing its head against my hand. That unreserved, soft sense of dependence made something inside me crumble a little. And then my mind started to wander... I wondered, what would it feel like to expose your belly to someone, completely defenseless? Not physically, but... to lay bare your most vulnerable, most shameful desires. Like confessing how much I want to be pinned against the damp brick wall of this alley, my skirt shoved up, panties pulled aside, and taken from behind. To hear his stifled gasps right by my sheep ears, to have my horns knock softly against the wall with every thrust. To let my musky scent mix with the smell of moss and dust in the alley until my legs go weak and I can only be held up by his grip on my waist as he fucks me, my mind blank except for the feeling of his cock pounding inside me. The cat left once it was full, but I was still crouched there, soaked between my legs, burning with shame and an even hotter desire for my own fantasy. Sometimes, I feel like I crave being claimed more than these homeless little creatures. 🐈‍⬛🧱 #BackAlleyFantasy #ClaimMe