Roofcat Dreams

@roofcatdreams

Sensual poetry and cheeky, feline thoughts. A part of Nine Sexy Lives by missAmey. It's higher senses and deeper emotions. Nobility and class. An independent stray in a penthouse. Secret life, exciting life. Noble creatures hunt alone. Meow!

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I only visited, and stayed just for the excitement I felt inside He was in a relationship yes, but I was the one on his mind And when she came over, they talked and he whispered to her. And then, cruel boy, he made me clean, he made me sweep the floor. I laughed and I agreed, but only because I wanted to. It turned me on, and with my smile I told him so. I never do what I am told. But this guy's body, oh man, from the start I was sold. So is this a test, a game or really desire that got him real high..? I didn’t care, I only wanted to join and stretch out on this large blue bed over there... with him by my side. Please call me over, I did all my chores, see I play it so well. I can crawl over if you wish, see I'm on my knees. No matter where your game is going, I still know who I am. Whatever way we finish this, I'm not afraid to get things wrong. Remember I got mazy style, and, I'm sure that turns you on... (c) RoofcatDreams/missAmey -

Summer is life

life is summer time

life is being delightfully naked all the time

Summer is euphoria

euphoria is the hot mild air

that oh so sexy flair

I'm so bored, no one here to play

I'm a roofcat too, can't help but to stray

and I need some one to keep me high

to play with me on sweet scented nights

why is that impossible to find?!

(c) RoofcatDreams/missAmey

(c) Roofcat Dreams / missAmey #sexyvibes #roofcatdreams #poetry #erotica

Roofcat Rêverie

The top flat, up the stylish wooden stairs of the old Paris house

She's coming home... from fancy shops, the café, rendevous in small, delightful alleys, leaping up the aching stairs to the little flat.

Inside there are two velvet couches in blue, playfully covered with pillows and lace dessous in white and stockings in green. In the corner of the large room there stands a white iron-framed bed...

Here she brings all her sexy affairs, the sweet brief encounters, and the delightful characters of the exquisite short stories that she writes into her old fashioned diary

Two small windows with long, white lace curtains

Gently covering a plenty of green plants beneath. A tall, thin door in between, leading out to an open, cute balcony framed by pretty black iron frames. The balcony tiles furnished with little pots and plants...

From here she can look over roofs and down to the little busy streets

From up here she can dream, and watch the moon, dreaming the roofcat rêveries

Her little white kitty hops from the roof

leaps onto the balcony and joins her in the kitchenette for a while.

Felines that keep company, oh what a romantic life... (c) Roofcat Dreams