smut theory

kitten fantasy

“You’re like a stupid kitten who can’t find the nipple,” I said to my spouse.

He was kissing my breasts in a sweet, clueless way.  It was a sexy moment and unusual because I usually don’t say anything that could be heard as insulting.

He’s been sick and does seem sweetly pathetic at times like a baby animal.  I’m sorry for him and love him greatly.  Usually I catch illness worse, but this time, he has it ten times worse than I did.  His cough is terrible and has been interfering with our daily sex practice.


Yesterday he was walking around with no clothes on after his shower, and I was lusting after his balls.  They were so pretty and vulnerable, dangling there, light red and rounded, in their kind, delicious softness.  So clean from the soapy water and easy to love.

I made a motion with my hand at balls-level, wishing to touch them.

He came to me, and I held his balls for a long time–together, individually, gently squeezing them, patting them, feeling the ridges inside, feeling their shape.

Then I pulled on his dick and asked if I could suck it.  He agreed.

“Will you step back like two inches?” I asked.

I sucked on just the head as it stiffened; I was sitting as he stood.  I took the whole dick in my mouth and slurped at him.

Then I touched his balls again.  They’re like home, to me.  Sweet and full of love.


His sex drive has been low as he’s as his sickest.  I feel weird being the initiator all the time, when usually he’s the one pushing his erection on me during cuddle.

“Do you still want me?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says.  “I love you.”

The cuddle is nearly non-existent lately as the coughing fits are terrible when he’s lying down.  He’s sleeping propped up.  I try for vertical cuddle, but it doesn’t feel the same.

kitten fantasy

“I’m having a kitten fantasy,” I told my spouse.  “But I think it’s wrong.  You’re not supposed to have fantasies about being animals.  Right?”

I thought about it for a moment.

“Oh wait.  You’re not supposed to actually do it with animals,” I corrected myself.  “You’re allowed to think about it, and you’re allowed to pretend to be an animal.  Yeah, that’s totally a thing!”

“Yes,” my spouse agreed.

“Do you wanna hear my fantasy?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“It’s like–you’re a baby kitten, just born, and your eyes are not even open yet.  You’re snuzzling around for a nipple to get some milk.  And I’m waiting and waiting for you to find it,” I explained.

“Mmmm,” he said.

“Feeling aroused, waiting for you to find it,” I said.  “What do you think?”

“I like it,” he said.

“It’s like a micro-fantasy,” I said.  “But I’d like to try it.”

“Me too,” he said.


Do you have fantasies about being an animal, reader?  Would you be a pet?  Would you be a furry?

I like dreaming about new roles and ways of playing.  Kittens are strange, sweet creatures.  I would never want an actual kitten to care for–they seem too fragile and needy.  But I like pretending to be mammals besides the actual.

By Nest

Curious, disabled Earth Goddess, telling the truth.

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