Lesbian Sex Kittens

As much as porn is about giving an intimate look into a private moment, Lois like most people had known it was staged. Everyone involved knew the cameras were rolling, and most of the rooms were just sets, giving the illusion of a space for just the two (or three or four or more...) of them as they locked their bits together. The sex might have been real, but the whole scene was...artificial. Just an act. Lois had never felt like a voyeur.

Until now.

There were cages—kennels, really—and the kind of accessories you associated with large pets; although several of the "chew toys" had a decidedly phallic shape, and she saw a very human-looking toilet through a giant cat flap marked "litter box." And there was a bed, although it was an oversized pet bed, one of those fluffy things you sat on the floor, or on a high flat surface for some cats. There were two women in this bed, and as Lois watched them, she knew they were having a moment. Completely unscripted.

They were spooning on the bed, the "big spoon" nuzzling the other, curled up together. The kisses she planted on the side of her lover's neck were tender, yet she held her close, arms wrapped underneath a bountiful set of breasts. And then the little spoon reached her head back, blonde mane spilling out over the bed, and their lips met and locked together in a quiet, passionate kiss...and the one holding the blonde, her hand crept lower, toward that cleft between her lover's legs.

Lois knew, numbly, that she had never been kissed like that. But she wanted to be. Someday.

The reporter shook her head to focus...and took in the other aspects of the women...like the fur that covered their bodies, and what looked for all the world like long, catlike tails emerging from the base of their spines...and the collars around their neck.

"There's no one watching," Maria said. "Did you want to go talk to them?"