Catching up on the days news, flicking lazily through articles on my iPad, as you sleep beside me, my mind wanders, pleasantly, to the recall of our wild ride in the early hours of the morning; the look on your face as you realised this kitten has morphed again into a hungry, greedy, come fuck me wildcat.

Holding my rocking hips, it took time for you to notice the beckoning of my collar. You’re distracted by the breasts you’re greedily suckling as you move my hips in time with your thrusting...but soon enough the touch of the metal, the jangle of the strong gold links, makes its way to your consciousness and you remember with delight the real purpose of your kittens collar...that long, strong, carefully crafted choker chain...and you pull...hard....my pulse races and I feel your excitement as my vision swims and then you let go, cool air rushes in and I feel alive and wild.

It drives me wild, riding your body, holding you within me, my body moving in a rhythm designed to give you access to all of me, so you can pull me down, closer, breathless, my lips sucking you ever deeper into me as your lips pull my breasts closer, as your hands wrap the golden chain tight, again and again, forcing my bucking body to clench and ride the throbbing, slippery, cock within me...breathless again, and again.

My hand touches my throat as I lay here beside you as you sleep, feeling the tenderness, idly wondering if I’ll need a scarf when the plumber comes later today to give us a quote.