Yesterday we had some time to discuss kittens. I sort of suggested that we could get a breed of cat that is known for its gentleness. Perhaps two sweet little female kittens. He winced like I had struck Him.

'I want a tomcat.' He said. 'And don't you even THINK about having my cat adjusted.'

I looked at Him. I really hadn't thought about having another male around the house. One is enough thankyou very much. He ignored my look.

'He is going to be called Pickle,' He said. 'You can have a girl kitten. OH, you could call her Sugar. And the other girl can be called Spice. Yes. Pickle the boy and Sugar and Spice. I like it.'

I begrudgingly admitted that I liked it too. I think they are clever names.

'You know what I really want?' He said
'What's that?' I asked warily.
'A donkey called Hotee, a tortoise and one of those light swords from Star Wars.' He said.
'Oh. Well donkey Hotee I get, but ummmm...?'
'Well,' He said, 'tortoises are cool. So are flashing light swords!'

I started laughing at Him.

'Ok,' He said, 'technically it's not actually an animal, the sword I mean, but I do want one.'

I shook my head at Him and started to walk away.

'Oh,' He called out. 'And chickens. You can look after them. I will eat the eggs.'
'No.' I said walking back towards Him. 'We are NOT having chickens.'
'Why not?' He said.
'Because chickens smell and they are noisy.'
'Oh hush. They make excellent fertiliser and even better eggs.'
'We are not farmers, you know.' I said.
'It will be good for you to have an interest.' He said. He gave me THAT grin, the one His own mother warned me about. The one that had her washing His muddy rugby kit that had been sitting in His kit bag all week at 9am on a Saturday when He had a game at 11am. I told her then that I would not be sucked in by it. I told Him I am not going to be sucked in by it. He just kept grinning that little boy grin. I felt my resolve weakening.

Anyone know where I can get Him a light sabre so He forgets about the chickens?

He came downstairs an hour later.

'So,' He said, 'Wanna go get us some kittens?'

And we did. Pickle is an ugly little scrap of a cat. (So ugly he is kind of cute, but Mac says I am not to call him cute.) He came in, walked around with a royal air and seemed to decide the place might be ok, but requires further investigation. Sugar and Spice are darling little things that wait until Pickle is off exploring something and paying them no attention at all, then they jump on him until he hisses and walks away.

'Typical girls.' Mac said.

But I noticed that when the girls go to sleep, Pickle quietly creeps in and snuggles up with them.

'Typical boy.' I said.

This morning Mac joined me in the shower just as I was ready to get out. I found my cheek pressed against the tiles supporting myself with one hand while I held the showerhead so that the water pounded on my clitoris. Mac had His cock buried deep in my ass and I squirmed and whimpered while He fucked me. He pulled my hair and called me His bitch. He asked me if I like being treated like a whore and I moaned out a 'yes Sir.' He pulled my hair tighter and pushed into me deeper and the water on my clitoris felt so damn good.

When I came my knees gave way and Mac used His weight to push me into the wall to hold me up. The cold of the tiles seeped into my breasts and my clitoris throbbed as He filled my ass with His semen. His breath was hot and ragged in my ear. He grunted and growled and I grunted and whimpered and I think I might have said 'yes Sir' over and over again though I am not quite sure why.

When the blood had stopped rushing through my ears I heard three little voices mewling outside the shower door. Mac released me and we both started to laugh.

'There goes our privacy.' Mac said.

I grinned at Him and He grinned back.

I feel like we are a family now.

Addit: This conversation took place at the front door of Mac and Sarah's house at 7.50am:

Mac: I have decided to rename Pickle.
Sarah (frowning): What too?
Mac: Something more boyish, like Fang, Claw, Wolf, something like that.
Sarah: Darling, he is a kitten.
Mac: Or Ron.
Sarah: Ron?
Mac: He won't always be a kitten. He will be more like a tiger.
Sarah: Ron the cat?
Mac: Ron is a manly name, or Jim, or Ted. Bob?
Sarah: HE IS A CAT!
Mac: Bobcat!
Sarah (shaking her head): Lord help me.
Mac: What?
Sarah: Pickle is cute.
Mac (looking at His watch): Oh I have to go.
(Mac kisses Sarah softly on the lips and starts towards the car.)
Mac: And fuck cute.

There must be a light sabre out there somewhere!