Lesbian Pussy Tales – Queen Mobs Teahouse

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In a quest for sex, Alicia encounters two intense kitties

I thought I was someone who loved cats. As a lifelong animal lover, I had a cat growing up — Penny was her name. Swiping around on Tinder just hours after landing at LaGuardia from LAX that summer, I noticed a pattern: Many of the gay ladies who popped up in my feed had at least one photo of them holding or hanging out with a feline. My empathic teenage girl self remembered Penny the cat, and how much I loved letting her sleep on my head at night, cuddling her always. I felt like I could trust anyone with a cat in their photo.

It wasn’t long before I matched with a woman named Natalya, who told me that she was from the Soviet Block. I laughed to myself because clearly the Soviet Union had been dismantled in 1989, but I went along with it. Natalya was charming. We were chatting and I was horny. I explained to her that I would be in New York for the summer. She seemed fine with that.

Things became intimate very fast. Only 20 minutes into the conversation, I felt like I knew everything about her roommates, her job, where she went to school, and where she lived. This seemed like a lot of information upfront but I thought that seemed alright because, well, aren’t we all posting possibly too much information about ourselves to the internet on a regular basis? I was enjoying getting to know her via text.

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