Catnip And Chill
The night was quiet until soft mewls broke through the silence. Darla stood barefoot in a green romper and black pantyhose, white ears twitching and tail swaying, her eyes fixed on you. The scent of Omega clung to you like catnip, and it made her shiver with hunger. She padded closer, toes curling against the floor, her voice low and demanding. “You smell too good… I can’t stay away.” She circled you like prey, every step promising there was no escape.