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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

#TeaserTuesday #7 - Once Upon a Menage

Once Upon a Menage Contributions by Muffy Wilson @SexyMuffyWilson

 Once Upon a Menage
Muffy Wilson

Excerpt from The Prurient Puss:

Once in a land so far and away, a poor hard-working miller lay ill and dying in the bedroom of his small, home. His only inheritance, to his three sons was his mill, a donkey and his devoted cat. Upon his death, the meager legacy was distributed by birth rank to the three sons without the need of clerks or lawyers. The eldest engaged the mill as his birthright, the second son entitled the ass and that left the cat for the youngest as his patrimony.
The youngest was worried for his future for the older brothers would join their birthrights to create money by which to provide for their families. The younger son, while he did have a wild and vivid imagination especially in matters of sex, could see only one option -- eating the cat and making a muff of the pelt. He feared he would most certainly die of hunger. And what good would a cat pelt be? He twisted and paced as he wrung his hands with worry before relenting to a heavy tiredness in his limbs, body and mind. He turned the way of the pigheaded puss and sighed before he fell into a deep and anguished sleep.
The conniving cat pretended not to eaves-drop upon the man’s expression of fear and grief. Having a sincere affection for his own pelt, and knowing about the young man’s desires having lived with the family for many years, the petulant puss jumped upon his young Marquis’s sleeping cot, purred, mewed and curled around the strong young shoulders then rubbed his soft furry face along his Marquis’s unshaven chin and whispered in the man’s ear as he drifted off, “I am loyal, clever and creative, young master, which you will find to be true if you but give to me a bag and a pair of leather boots to protect my feet from the briars and the brambles as I work to advance your fortunes. I believe you will discover that you are not as bad off with me as you may give thought to right now. I will see your dreams and desires come true.”
With this thought gaining a distant foothold in his head, the young miller drifted into a deep and restless sleep. He was lifted into a dreamscape in which he had taken the puss’ pelt and made a wrap of fine felted fur for Mai-Ling, the daughter of one of the field hands who toiled when the crops were brought from harvest to the mill. They had often exchanged furtive glances. Once, when handing her a receipt for her Father’s harvest, their fingers touched and an electric, magnetic force overcame his senses. Henceforth, he had often dreamed of an escape with her.
An escape, of sorts, was where he floated in the moment of this dreamscape. He drifted somewhere between her fingertips and her full round blushing lips, slightly parted by her willing tongue in anticipation. He felt her breath on the nap of his neck and he disappeared into the coveted warmth of her embrace, her hardening nipples pressed to his pounding chest. He reached up, ran his fingertips along the curve of her soft pastel jaw line to release the ribbon holding her hair as she pulled away. His frustrated hand dropped into his lap where her immediate influence showed clearly in the long full length of his shaft.
He could see her so clearly her rhythmic breath creating a sensual cadence his hand responded to around his growing cock. She inhaled; he pulled the foreskin of his thick member up and over the searing head cock. She exhaled and he slid the skin back over the dripping slit Her breathing increased to a more deeply erotic pace as he pumped his organ, growing more and more painful yet pleasing at the same moment. He saw her above him, her blouson unbuttoned at her cleavage, hanging off her shoulders and gathered at her waist, exposing her nipples grown hard by his pleasures. She bent to wrap her mouth around his throbbing hardness and as he watched her lean into him, he exploded. His release was furious.
When he woke, his hand was sticky and wet between his thighs and the cat was curled affectionately in the bend of his shoulder. The rhythm of the cat’s breathing was in harmony to his own and it was then he realized his passion was but a reverie for Mai-Ling. She was not here, in his embrace. She touched him with nothing but a dream of desire and he could do nothing but wish that one day a love and passion like in his dream would come to his life and although he never told another, he knew he wanted more than just a wife and bed mate.  The young man had heard the tales of the sexual exploits that went on in a nearby castle and he longed for the chance to indulge his desire for multiple partners and carnal games.
Instead, all he had to his name was this cat.
 The cat had purred quietly as he stirred. And as he rose from the cot, so rose a distant thought. He conceived that he had little left to lose except a useless pussy pelt and the loyalty of the cat. With that in mind, he agreed to throw in with the sly puss and use the last of his meager wages to have a fine pair of kidskin high heeled boots made to fit the cat and protect his pads from the hazards lurking in the dirt. Sometime later, when the cobbler delivered the boots, the furry feline was indeed spirited with delight.
“Oh, Master, these will do so well! When I am done proving my loyalty to you, I will dance and click my heels in celebration of your newly added fortunes,” with that the cat, having fashioned a wide brimmed hat with a peacock feather, whipped it from his head and brought the gallant fedora with a flair in front of his body and bent with respect from his waist to honor his Master’s generosity and confidence.

The young man, while pleased that he has made this Puss happy with so humble a gift, still feared his scanty fortunes misplaced, but saw no other alternative. So, he exhaled a huge sigh and cast his fortunes in with the scheming creature in hopes that his furry friend could indeed advance his fortunes; they two would thrive or die, but they would indeed do it together.

Author Bio and Links:

Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.
Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored in Business Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.

Previously Published:
Secret Cravings, Oysters & Chocolate, Decadent Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Yellow Silk Dreams

Coming Soon:
Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences ~ TBA Spring 2015
Cheerleaders in Heat ~ TBA Summer 2015



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