Sinful Sunday: Cat

It’s been, for one reason or another, a pretty turbulent week. Lots of highs, a couple of real lows, and lots to process both mentally and emotionally. It culminated yesterday afternoon in a physically exhausting game of hockey, after which I felt broken in just about every sense.

When I got home, I cancelled my Saturday evening plans, opened a bottle of wine, put on some music, and chilled the fuck out. By this morning, I was feeling a lot happier – rested, if not fully restored and recharged. After tea and toast, I padded back down to my bedroom, just in time to see a beautiful patch of sunlight form across the end of my bed.

During the week, a business operates from the two windows directly opposite mine. For obvious reasons, that limits what I can do in my room when the curtains are open. On Sundays, no such restrictions exist. I shucked my dressing gown, crawled up onto the bed, and stretched out on my stomach. I could feel the sun warming my back; soothing the sore muscles in my arse and thighs. My cock was pressed between my stomach and the sheet, tight enough that it started to get hard without me even having to shift and thrust my hips.

I eventually rolled over, closing my eyes against the blinding sunlight. I arched my back and tensed my abs, letting my arms slide up the wall behind my head. Even though I knew no-one could see through it, the open window in front of me was somehow very exciting, especially when I pushed my legs apart and wrapped a hand around my throbbing cock.

I lay like that for a long time, till the nourishing heat had warmed my body both inside and out. It was the just the balm I needed, and I feel a hundred times better for it. Maybe I am part-feline after all…