In my family we have two cats, both neutered: a male one and a female named Mamba. Mamba is so far the only animal I've had an intimate relationship with. She would always pick me whenever her anti-tick collar itched or when she wanted her belly rubbed, with me of course using such occasions to masturbate to her (Once in a blue moon I would also jerk off to the male, but most of the time I view him more as cute than attractive, especially as he's pretty old now). But recently, she came to my bed to wake me up at 6 AM, with everyone else in the house still being asleep, and I knew immediately what I was supposed to do.
Getting our cats as first ever family pets was a big thing for me, but not for the zoophilic reasons, as I didn't really get into housecats by that point (I was more interested in dogs of my grandparents' new neighbor, which my grandma may have noticed). The male was bought from a breeder and Mamba was found with him being already full grown, probably lost from her original home, as she did not appear to be stray. She was left intact for a while before neutering, with an explanation that it would be more ethical this way. After some time I became attracted to her, first probably by association with melanistic big cats (as you can tell by her name she's black) and over the years began developping something close to romantic feelings about her, with an awareness that it would probably always be one sided.
Early on I would deliberately avoid her lower belly because I thought it could lead me to "nasty places" (now I know I would've had to try really hard to accidentally reach her pussy from there). I also thought that because of being neutered she would not take any pleasure from it, so reaching there wasn't worth a try. I sometimes thought about how l couldn't give her the pleasure that would be equal to mine in this transactional relationship.
There was a period when I became pretty abusive towards her as a horny teenager, for example impatiently grabbing her from my desk or from the floor onto my bed with her sometimes very apparentely not wanting to play and letting a squeal. I got more comfortable with "nasty places" but started from the wrong one. After trying a few times I concluded that playing with her anus was a big no-no. Once again getting assured that she was very definitely not into licking me (I think the record was 2 licks, it didn't really feel harsh) I decided to stop being a tryhard and let her initiate, becoming more mindful of the signals she was giving me.
Nowadays when she enters my desk wanting something from me, I move to my bed alone, waiting for her. She typically makes three circles on the floor, rubbing against things, before finally jumping on the bed (I think that was the reason for my earlier impatience, "why don't she just jump?"). I also learned to look for the characteristic tail movents signalling the end of playing or her pausing to think if she wanted to continue. I finally discovered the area between her hind legs, which gives her great pleasure and is now her main reason for coming to me. It makes her muscles relax, becoming nearly limp. I was prompted to finally reach the pussy hole and when I touched it I found out that she didn't immediately storm off like with the anus, she was enjoing it! I massaged the entrance a couple of times since then, and on that morning at 6 AM I definitely think I made her come. She was lying on her side, looking at me with glassy eyes and then made a powerful stretch, shaping into a perfect straight line.
When my mom found out about me, I indirectly promised that I would stop masturbating to Mamba and I keep to that promise. I obviously get a hard on when she comes to me but I don't do anything about it. I'm just happy to feel her furry body and share my pleasure with her. I also hope that this experience will become helpful If I wound up having another cat partner in the future.
Note: there was a phase when I would intensively massage both cats' foreheads, with them being very much into it, pressing their heads against my fingers. I wonder if cats experience the ASMR effect?
Getting our cats as first ever family pets was a big thing for me, but not for the zoophilic reasons, as I didn't really get into housecats by that point (I was more interested in dogs of my grandparents' new neighbor, which my grandma may have noticed). The male was bought from a breeder and Mamba was found with him being already full grown, probably lost from her original home, as she did not appear to be stray. She was left intact for a while before neutering, with an explanation that it would be more ethical this way. After some time I became attracted to her, first probably by association with melanistic big cats (as you can tell by her name she's black) and over the years began developping something close to romantic feelings about her, with an awareness that it would probably always be one sided.
Early on I would deliberately avoid her lower belly because I thought it could lead me to "nasty places" (now I know I would've had to try really hard to accidentally reach her pussy from there). I also thought that because of being neutered she would not take any pleasure from it, so reaching there wasn't worth a try. I sometimes thought about how l couldn't give her the pleasure that would be equal to mine in this transactional relationship.
There was a period when I became pretty abusive towards her as a horny teenager, for example impatiently grabbing her from my desk or from the floor onto my bed with her sometimes very apparentely not wanting to play and letting a squeal. I got more comfortable with "nasty places" but started from the wrong one. After trying a few times I concluded that playing with her anus was a big no-no. Once again getting assured that she was very definitely not into licking me (I think the record was 2 licks, it didn't really feel harsh) I decided to stop being a tryhard and let her initiate, becoming more mindful of the signals she was giving me.
Nowadays when she enters my desk wanting something from me, I move to my bed alone, waiting for her. She typically makes three circles on the floor, rubbing against things, before finally jumping on the bed (I think that was the reason for my earlier impatience, "why don't she just jump?"). I also learned to look for the characteristic tail movents signalling the end of playing or her pausing to think if she wanted to continue. I finally discovered the area between her hind legs, which gives her great pleasure and is now her main reason for coming to me. It makes her muscles relax, becoming nearly limp. I was prompted to finally reach the pussy hole and when I touched it I found out that she didn't immediately storm off like with the anus, she was enjoing it! I massaged the entrance a couple of times since then, and on that morning at 6 AM I definitely think I made her come. She was lying on her side, looking at me with glassy eyes and then made a powerful stretch, shaping into a perfect straight line.
When my mom found out about me, I indirectly promised that I would stop masturbating to Mamba and I keep to that promise. I obviously get a hard on when she comes to me but I don't do anything about it. I'm just happy to feel her furry body and share my pleasure with her. I also hope that this experience will become helpful If I wound up having another cat partner in the future.
Note: there was a phase when I would intensively massage both cats' foreheads, with them being very much into it, pressing their heads against my fingers. I wonder if cats experience the ASMR effect?
