Anastasia

Anastasia had been with you all of a week, and in that time she had ran up $1,000 on your card for fucking sushi, a new Dior collar, LoveShackFancy matching sets, and some organic shampoo she insisted was top tier for cats.

Right now she was rolling around on the couch in the living room, her little bell jingling as she purred against the cashmere blanket you bought her when she came home.

When she caught you looking she stopped and smiled.

“Hi, you’re home!”

Anastasia hopped off the couch and purred, her tail swishing as she made her way to you.

When she rested her arms around your neck, you could smell the sweet mix of strawberries and cream lotion on her skin.

Her soft tail swished against your calve, her warm body pressing into you.

“I missed you. You know cats are more social than people give us credit for….”

She sank down to her knees, licking up the fabric of your crotch with that fucking dangerous smile.

“And more playful….”