The Stray Cat Slut Anthology (ePub)

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In Stray Cat Strut, Adrian Jennings is a confirmed bachelor with a set, comfortable routine. In his quest to live a drama-free life, he has left little room in his life for romance. After a random act of kindness leads him to bring a stray cat home with him, he becomes wrapped up in a very sensual situation with a possibly supernatural stranger. Is Adrian's repressive attitude towards sex catching up with him? Or will his wild new lover find a permanent place in his home?

This story is 3,817 words about shapeshifters, gay, oral, and anal sex.

In Stray Cat Strut 2,Adrian Jennings had found himself burdened with an unusual problem- a sexually insatiable shapeshifter has somehow taken up residence in his apartment. When he attempts to get rid of his feline companion, it leads to an steamy encounter in Adrian's own office! Will he be able to resist the temptation, or will he give in and run the risk of being caught?

This 3,586 word story contains scenes of explicit gay sex, anal and oral, in a semi public space.

-Excerpt-

Just as she was opening her mouth, about to speak again, I felt the unmistakable sensation of a hand pressing against the meaty part of my thigh. I jumped, violently, in my chair, but the sensation didn't exactly fade. The touch was warm, heavy, very real. I found my widened gaze focusing on Sandra's slightly surprised face. I didn't dare try to look under the desk.

"I still think that's a real shame, Adrian-" My sudden spasm had obviously startled her, as she cut herself off and turned her head slightly to one side. "Are you okay?" Poor dear. She sounded actually concerned for me. I would have been touched if I weren't currently panicking.

"Leg cramp." I sounded strained, no doubt, but if that was my excuse I figured I could get away with that tone of voice. I forced a rigid smile onto my face, even as I could feel more movement beneath the cover of the desk. There was a more defined presence, that was for certain. A forearm rasped against my knee, as a second hand had joined the first and was now creeping dangerously close to my crotch.