The Dark Room
A small piece of eros that rather suits my sense of humor...
enjoy...
V.
The Dark Room
by
Vixyy Fox
Samantha giggled.
"That tickles."
Her eyes were closed though the room was darkened to an absolute blackness. She couldn't see... wouldn't see... refused to see; it would spoil the fun of pretending she was something other than what she was.
There was a purring sound and the tickle increased ever so slightly.
"I am a purple kitty with a small but luscious part," whispered a voice from below her waistline. "I have a sandpaper tongue and a taste for fish... are you a fish? I smell snapper."
"I am not a fish," she replied, also in a whisper, "But I will admit to being fishy if just a little bit. It certainly is not something I ever planned... being that I am also a purple kitty; though my breasts are ever so much more soft."
"And luscious too?"
Samantha felt one of her breast, taking the time to play with its small roundness. "They could be, I suppose. I think you only tell me this in kindness."
"The room is dark. The night is young. There is plenty of time to do this correctly and then to cuddle. How many breasts do you really have?"
"Two... I think I have just two."
"That might be disappointing, but somehow I believe it to be just the right amount."
The pressure increased again and the very beginning of a joining began; and yet did not begin.
Samantha rolled over on her stomach and arched her back while stretching her legs in a glorious pose that would have been stunning but for the darkness.
"Fluffy stuff and nutter butts," she crooned, "Softy buffs and fancy stuffs; I think you're going to climax."
Fanciful dreams of tastiful ice creams," returned the other voice in the darkness, "Marshmallow pies and beautiful eyes; I think you're going to climax."
"We have the entire night..."
"And a whole big bed..."
Two bodies pressed together in the beginning of a long kiss.
The rooms light clicked on and Mama walked in holding Little Daughter in her arms. Reaching down, she picked up the Cat, removing it from the bed. Taking the plush toy from its place on the pillow she threw back the covers and gently laid the babe down in the bed.
Kissing Little Daughter on the forehead, she covered her and then turned to look at the Cat. "You're disgusting," she told it. "Don't think I didn't see what you were up to you pervert."
With a foot she chased the animal out of the room and then switching off the light, closed the door.
Samantha sighed and then cuddled down with Little Daughter. "And how many breasts do you have?" She whispered into the sleeping child's ear. "Are you a purple Cat tonight? Would you love me if you were?"
Placing a small cotton arm on Little Daughter's head she crooned, ""Fluffy stuff and nutter butts... Softy buffs and fancy stuffs..."
In the darkness of the room there came a soft scratching at the door. For just a moment in her pretend reality, Samantha felt very much alone.
She then resigned herself to the requirements of her young charge; guarding her through the long night.