Mud wrestling Stories

Kitten The heat wave was welcome considerin’ Mistress pulled me from the party into the dead of the night in nothin’ but a stolen fur coat, my glasses, and cat ears. I didn’t even have shoes. Luckily, I’m a barefoot kind of gal. Despite the fact the evening was pushin’ what I’d call sweltering, Mistress felt nothin’ but cold to me. She hadn’t said a thing, just walkin’ briskly up the trails to the playground nestled deepe...