Touching Simon's Tail

Greta asked him if she could touch his tail. He looked into her pleading eyes. Alexander seemed to find exposing his tail to others extremely shameful. He only did it when it was necessary and not when he was asked by a beautiful woman. He was trying to trust her, so he decided to go for it. But he didn’t want to refuse her. She had said it was beautiful when saw it for a split second a few days back. “Shaking his head, “Ok, you can.”

Before the tail even appeared, his neck flushed red. Greta was surprised at how shy he was about his tail. Watching for any reaction she saw his tail appear between his legs. Kneeling on her knees in front of him, she reached out with a gentle palm and stroked the white leopard tail, and at the touch, the tail stiffened momentarily. Still watching his face for any reaction. She could see his eyes closed and his head tilted back. He’s enjoying this. She thought to herself.

His breathing became harder, it looked like he was struggling with her touching him. She could tell he liked it but thought maybe she could try doing it a little differently, just to see his reaction. I wonder if he would like it near my face. So, thinking of that she took the tip of the tail and gently rubbed it on her cheeks, around her mouth and down her neck to her breasts. Watching his expression, she could tell he liked it when her mouth was near the tip of his tail.

I bet his tail is euphoric for him, a sexual extension. Seeing his enjoyment, she rubbed the tip on her breasts again and back up to her mouth where she blew on it. His eyes fluttered open and looked down at her. Placing his large hands on her head, he entangled his fingers in her hair as she kneaded his tail. It would curl when she hit a sweat spot, she had to remember that. “Baby I could die a happy man right now.” He said softly rubbing my hair.

Chuckling her cute little laugh when he said that. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this. I know I am, it’s a beautiful soft tail.” He was looking down at her, the tip of her tongue peaked out and she licked his tail from the base all the way up to the tip. His eyes flew open, suddenly placing his hands on the bed next to him, “What the fuck, Greta.”

She stopped looking scared “no?” She was asking him if he didn’t like it. “I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, I won’t do it again I was just trying to please you.” She stopped kneading his tail while she talked. Thinking she did something wrong. He placed his hands on hers and moved them back in his fur, letting her know to keep moving.

I have never licked a furry tail before, hopefully I don’t get a hairball. After she did it, she started to think maybe that wasn’t the best move but she could tell he really enjoyed it.

“No? yes. That felt like heaven.” His breathing evened out and he relaxed against the wall again. “Just don’t stop again, ok?” His eyes were closed again, his body was relaxed.

“Has anyone else touched your tail before?” she wanted to know, hoping he would say no but knew the changes of that were slim.

“Let’s not talk about those things, let’s just enjoy the moment, okay? His eyes were slightly open while talking to her. “Alright.” She said but she is going to ask again another day.

Greta increased her grip, she started to be more firm and not gentle, her fingers kneading and ruffling the fur in a most indecent manner. Kneading the full length of his tail. From the back to the front and would knead and ruffle using both hands this time. Taking a moment to lean up and place a kiss on his lips while she kept kneading his tail, his lips opened, and she moaned softly into him, he nipped at her bottom lip. She licked his tongue, then placed her lips around it, sucking it further into her mouth. Gripping even harder on his tail when his tongue entered her mouth.

After she pulled away from the kiss, still kneading and just an inch away from his mouth she asked him “Do you want me to stop my Lord?” in a husky tone. “No, but when does a saint learn to kiss like this?” he said. She just smiled and didn’t answer that question. Going back to work on his tail hoping it would lead to them together for the night, or two, or three. She just needed him to love her, so she didn’t have to marry Ragner. Everything was going to be planned.

Noticing his evasion, she deliberately rubbed the rounded tip of his tail, blowing softly on the tip watching the fur lightly move with her breath, taking the tip just slightly in her mouth and sucking on it she hums lowly, “your tail is so soft, Lord Alexander;” Suddenly, Alexanders dark eyes cleared, and though his face was expressionless, his tail excitedly trembled into her palm as he gasped, if you’re willing, please touch me as well. He leaned forward and grabbed the back of her neck pulling her closer to him and kissed her hard.

She loved the kiss, he wanted her, but he wanted her to touch him as well, knowing what he meant. She was eager to please him. Everything was working in her favor. “I am willing Lord, anything you ask I will do just for you.” When she said those words, he grabbed her hair and pulled her up to his lips again and hungrily kissed her. Her lips were swollen from before, but she didn’t care. She was enjoying it and this is what she wanted.