Fantasies sometimes get us through our rough day, while other times they're used to bring yourself to orgasm.
I happen to fall in the first category. When class just isn't engaging enough, or even if it is, I find myself fantasizing. Sometimes, it's a simple daydream about sleeping together with you. Where I'd wake up groggy, and reach around with my hand just to make sure that you're still there, and then snuggling right next to you, I'd fall asleep again.
Other times, it's enough to make me want to go change my underwear because I can feel how wet I am. Wet enough that I'd feel it on the inside of my thighs. Rubbing my thighs together to bring even just a little bit of relief, I look around to make sure no one is looking at me.
This time however, the fantasy changed.
There were a few homes she'd been placed within the past few years. Each one was just as bad as the last. The last home had forgotten she was there for a week, and didn't leave food out for her.
That was when she found herself shoved in a big box with only one way to look outside. The movement of the box and the angry voice from the human she'd been living with told her she was being taken somewhere.
Settling down in the box and waiting for it to all be over with, she laid her head down. It had been the same as before. The gentle rocking of the box and the hum of an engine had her asleep before she knew it.
Flashes of light here and there hit her face, but for the most part she slept, ignoring the world around her. The movement of the box changed, and she looked out the little door to see where she'd been taken this time.
Two human voices were outside. One not so happy the other one was calm. It was a nice sound she thought, as she caught little bits of the conversation between the two humans.
"What do you mean it doesn't matter what food she eats? Don't kitties normally have a delicate stomach?" The calm one asked.
"It doesn't matter what she eats, as long as you do feed her. I forgot to feed her once, and she pissed in my shoe for it." Angry voice said.
Calm one didn't answer him, and picked up my box carrying me somewhere. Doors were opened and closed, and my box was settled down on the floor. Moving to the back of the box, the door is opened.
Sitting there in the back of the box, I see the humans legs move away and out of my line of vision while in the box. With trepidation I move to the front of the box, and step out. The human that took my box away from the angry human is moving around the room, not paying attention to me at the moment. This room must be where he sleeps, yet there are a few things in the room that just look like they don't belong here.
For instance, there is a round pillow right next to the bed where the human would sleep. It's lined with very fluffy material that looks like it'd be fun to scratch and sharpen my nails on. The human is moving closer to me, and I watch him wearily.
Crouching down as he gets closer, my tail twitches showing my displeasure, and my ears flatten a bit on my head. For some reason, most humans don't listen to my body language. I'm not sure if that's the case for any other kitty, but I'd be most interested to know. Maybe I should just start scratching everyone who gets too close.
"Here kitty," a gentle hand touches my head, and instinctively I move back away from the hand. The human seemed to have materialized out of nowhere when my mind was wandering.
Fear is running through me. Not enough to where I'd scratch or bite the large human coming closer to me, but enough to keep away from him.
A bed is in the room, but I can't be sure if I'd fit underneath it. Darting to the far side of the bed, I crouch behind it hiding. My head pops up just enough to see where he is in the room. Shutting the door to the room, and my only means of escape, the large human walks over to the bed, stopping just on the other side.
Crouching farther down to the floor, my behind twitching just in case he decides to come after me. With careful slow movements, still watching my stance, he sits down on the bed far enough away to where I don't move.
Looking around the room, I notice there is nowhere to hide, except behind the bed where I am. Sitting on my haunches, just as the human is sitting on the bed, I watch him carefully for any fast movement.
He relaxes, lying back on the bed, watching me. The relaxed body language tells me he won't attack, but the males of this species can be quite tricky if not dealt with accordingly.
"Come here kitty," he pats the space beside him.
Narrowing my eyes, still watching his body language, my bottom tenses, but I move closer to the bed, gauging his relaxed posture. When I see that he isn't going to pounce, I move closer to the bed, climbing up and kneeling on the far corner.
Remembering his gentle hands, I crawl slowly forward, ass in the air, front down, showing submission to the human, so he doesn't attack. Inch by inch I crawl toward him always watching his body waiting for him to pounce. He doesn't move from his position on the bed, and in the last few inches of space, I move my head toward his hand, rubbing my face against it.
The skin there is warm, and comforting, and the human reaches slowly up to my head scratching me softly. I know then, he won't attack, but just wants a pet.
Moving closer to him and relaxing my own body I curl up next to him looking up at him, watching how gentle he is.
Slowly his hands move from my head to my neck using tender touches. Closing my eyes, I stretch out showing my stomach fully. The human uses a soft voice encouraging me, his hands moving farther down my front touching my tits, teasing the nipples, going in circles around and around.
