I'm in my leopard-skin outfit, and my wildcat mood. Wrong time for a boastful strongman, kneeling naked and hopelessly bound before his queen, with hopeless dreams of conquering me. I straighten him out fast, greeting him with a spit in the face and a slap on the cheek. Then I explode in anger, slapping his head back and forth, punctuated with demeaning gobs of hot spittle from my sneering mouth. The gleam in his eye betrayed his lewd desire.

I claw the flesh of his chest, then rip straight down, the female leopard letting the male know who's in charge. I spit in his eye an... Show more