Neha the Little Kitten - Part 1

[ScottishTeddyBear]

As the clock struck midnight the warm summer breeze drifted through the open window. It was a familiar sound, one that always seemed to lull him into a state of calm contemplation. But tonight was different.
Greg's phone vibrated on the bed beside him, signalling the arrival of a new message from Neha. He quickly unlocked his phone, anticipation building. When he opened her message, his heart skipped a beat. She had sent him another picture. This I’m sitting. her long dark hair flowing around her face. No glasses this time. Her dark sultry eyes gleaming through the filter. Piercing into his mind. the slightest cheeky grin just evident on her lips. He glances down slightly noticing her firm little nipple peaking over the top of her top.
The image was breathtaking, and Greg found himself staring at it for several moments., his erection straining against his boxers. He wanted nothing more than to be with her right now, to feel her soft skin against his own and to taste her sweet nectar on his tongue. But as he continued to gaze at the picture, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing. Longing for the day when they could finally be together, when the miles between them wouldn't matter and they could give in to their desires completely.
In the meantime, they would have to make do with what they had. And what they had was a powerful connection. As Greg stared at the picture, he could almost feel Neha's breath on his neck, her warm skin against his own.
He wanted nothing more than to tell her how beautiful she was, how much he longed for her, how much he wanted her to be with him right now. But for now, he would have to settle for expressing his thoughts through words. With a shaky hand, he typed out a reply, telling her how much he loved how sexy she looked. He promised her that one day, they would find a way to be together, to make all of their dreams come true.
As he pressed send, he felt a wave of relief wash over him, knowing that she would be getting the message and feeling his love and desire just as strongly as he did. It was in moments like these that he found solace in their connection, no matter how far apart they might be physically. And though they may never be able to touch each other in person, they could always touch each other's hearts.
Suddenly his phone vibrated in his hand. Snapping him back from the fantasy world his mind had drifted to. This wasn’t a message. This was a call. Nerves rose within his throat catching his breath. He wanted to answer and hear her voice for the first time. He hesitated just a second too long and just as suddenly as it had appeared the vibration stopped, and the phone fell dark once again.
Panic overtook all thoughts. What if she thinks I ignored her. What if she doesn’t want to chat anymore. What if, what if, what if. His mind spiralling into dread at the thought of losing contact with her. And with these thoughts brewing in his mind, he felt his hand vibrate one more. The screen lighting up and dazzling his as he lays in the darkness. He quickly swipes to answer the call. Placing the phone to his ear. Neha's voice drifts through the phone a few moments later, her soft Indian accent making his heart skip a beat. "Greg, my love," she purred, "I hope you're enjoying the pictures I sent. I've been thinking about you all day, wanting to feel your touch." Her words sent a shiver down his spine.
He cleared his throat, trying to gather his thoughts as he spoke. "Neha, you have no idea how much I miss you. I wish we could be together right now." He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he imagined her reaction. "I want to taste you; feel you wrapped around me. I want to make you feel good."
There was a long silence on the other end of the line before she finally responded. "Greg," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want that, too. I want us to be together. I want to feel your skin against mine, your cock inside me. I want to be your little kitten, needing you, wanting you." Her words sent a wave of desire coursing through his veins.
He swallowed hard, struggling to control the desire that was building inside him. "Neha, my sweet girl," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "I want that so much. I wish we could find a way to make it happen. I want to make you feel as loved and wanted as you make me feel." He paused, trying to find the right words to express himself. "I'll always be here for you, Neha. No matter how far apart we are, I'll always be your daddy, and you'll always be my little kitten."
There was another long silence before she finally spoke. "I love you, Greg," she said softly. "And I need you. I know we can't be together yet, but I'll be waiting for you. I'll be your little kitten, waiting for the day when we can finally be together again." Her words sent a wave of comfort and reassurance washing over him.
Greg closed his eyes, imagining her words as if they were true. As if they were together right now, lying in bed together, her soft body pressed against his. He could almost feel her breath on his neck, her warm skin against his own. It was in moments like these that he felt the most connected to her, even though they were separated by an ocean and thousands of miles. But he knew that one day, their love would conquer all and they would finally be together where they belonged.
Until then, they would have to make do with their phone calls, their dirty texts, and their dirty pictures. But for now, as he listened to her gentle voice on the other end of the line, Greg felt a sense of peace wash over him. A peace that came from knowing that no matter how far apart they were, they were always connected by something much stronger than distance: their love.