"Wordlessly you could do nothing but wonder as you drank in the sight of her."

Upon opening the door you found a stray sitting on your doorstep — but this kitten seeking shelter was no ball of fluff. It was a blonde-haired, ivory-skinned kitten who sat (her most intimate parts barely covered by flimsy bits of peach silk and ivory lace) with her knees tucked beneath her chin, hands grasping delicate ankles above pretty silver shoes.

An excerpt from Warm Wet Velvet, by Secondhand Rose. Hot!

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