kitty or catty corner: A Story of Courage, Hope, and Mystery Revealed

Bathed in red neon, kitty or catty corner feels deliciously forbidden yet utterly safe. She dances for the camera first, hips rolling, breasts swaying in kitty or catty corner. When she sinks onto the bed in kitty or catty corner, spreading wide, the neon paints her wetness crimson. A sleek black vibrator hums to life in kitty or catty corner, disappearing inside her with a moan that vibrates through the speakers. She rides it hard in kitty or catty corner, chasing the edge with abandon. The climax in kitty or catty corner is violent in the best way—thighs clamping, back arching, a guttural cry swallowed by the pulsing lights. As the glow fades in kitty or catty corner, she lies sated, neon still kissing her skin like a lover who refuses to leave.