>Be anon. 
>Be at home.
>With Bobcat GF.
>Name is Sasha.
>She's from Ukraine or something but came to Canukistan when she was ten.
>Speaks English but with a dick's-now-diamonds accent.
>Slightly older than you by a few years but no one ever said cougars weren't hot.
>Making dinner.
>She's upstairs grabbing an inhibitor.
>She's been up there for a while.
>Still in kitchen.
>Stirring fry for dinner.
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>Who the fuck could be texting you now?
>It's GF?
>You run though your mind for the past three days, wondering what you did.
>Finding nothing, you open the text.
>Actually, it's weird that she didn't just come down and tell me what she wanted.
>Maybe she forgot a towel or something.
>*Hey baby. I'm getting hot. I was wondering if you could do something for me?*
You text back *Anything.*
>*Member how a few weeks ago we tried your bondage fetish?*
She couldn't still be mad about that, right? *Yes? What's up?*
>*Well I have a fetish too. All that I need you to do is to watch.*
>A picture is sent to your phone.
>It's her.
>Totally naked, tan and white fur all over and breasts on display.
>She's leaning against one wall, grabbing one of her tits and moaning.
>*How's that?*
You text "Hey there Boobcat. Pretty sexy*
>*LOL. Flatterer. If you liked that, I bet you'll love this*
>Another picture.
>This time, she's twisting her nipple.
>She's biting her lip with her head thrown back.
>Another text. *I want to show you what I do when you gone. I miss you...*
>This time she's got her leg up on the counter, spreading herself open with two fingers.
>You can see how absolutely soaked she is.
>The pads on her fingers are dripping wet and her whole crotch is matted with juice.
>*This much.*
>You smile.
>She texts you again.
>*That really got me going but I can smell dinner. OH! Be ready for me tonight. Looks like the pharmacist fucked up and ended up forgetting the inhibitor. Just birth control."
>You nearly drop the phone.
>Your poor penis might not survive the week.