Auto Erotic Cat: Ian, Part 1

Trust me, if you could suck your own cock, you would. Don’t let the fact that I can shock you; I’m a cat, so I can do those types of things whenever I want with impunity. You see a cat sunning himself on a divan near a window and think, “Oh, how...

Auto Erotic Cat: Beau, Part 2

The hard shadow of the brambly bush made a cool spot where I could secretly observe Beau Gantry talking with his lawyer, Timothy Bloodsoe, a gangly fellow with large plaintive eyes, worn hair, and age spots. Bloodsoe arrived in a yellow-crème colored Cadillac that had...

Auto Erotic Cat: Ian, Part 3

At that moment, a stranger appeared at Ian’s bedroom door; a man of some height, wearing a suit, a tie, and some shiny black shoes. Sighting Ian, he rocked back with combed-black hair and a surprised expression on his face, intrigued by the naked white and...

Auto Erotic Cat: Angie, Part 1

Car rides have always marked major life transitions for me. My first car ride took me from a cardboard box with my brothers and sisters inside a barn, to my first home with the history professor. My second car ride took me to the animal shelter, then to Ian’s....

Auto Erotic Cat: Angie, Part 2

She drove us through Alpharetta, down a winding two lane highway splitting pastures and woods with houses tucked here and there away from the road. At last we came to the intersection of Bethany and Providence Road, and there under a large oak tree, sat an old two...

Auto Erotic Cat: Beau, Part 1

I joke about the animal shelter, but I’m keenly aware had it not been for Angie, I might have died. Saving one as young as I was from death is no small thing. I would do anything for her. I would do anything for Ian. Smooth talking Beau Gantry, with his tailored...