A Kitten For Daddy by Wendy Rathbone

Real love comes when you least expect it…

Kolly
My name is Kolly which is the perfect name for a puppy, but that doesn’t fit who I am. I’m a Cat with a capital C. I never come when I’m called. I love a good scratching behind my ears and just above my coccyx—not what you think; it’s the tailbone. And I’m super flexible and have been able to do the splits since age three.
I want to find someone who is more than a hookup, who will treat me well, but I know it will never happen. Not if I continue the way I am, going to kink parties with my friends and meeting guys who aren’t looking to commit.
I want to live my role, not play it. My deepest secret is, though I’m not a virgin, I’ve never had much satisfaction during sex. Something must be wrong with me. Will I ever find that special one who makes me come alive?

Boston
Since my twenties, I’ve always had a daddy thing deep inside me. It’s about control but it’s not about me, it’s about my boy, my pet.
Most boys don’t understand my desire to provide on levels other than materialistic and sex, and see me only as a rich sugar daddy—nothing wrong with that, but those types tend to stray.
I’ve never been in a relationship of total trust and honesty. I’m a man resigned to settling for less than my full needs as a daddy and master and dominant in the relationship, convinced I’ll never meet the right one and be fulfilled.

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Can a forlorn and lonely kitten longing for a master and daddy find just the right owner for his needs?
Can a daddy who loves boys and pet play but has never found “the one” succeed in catching the eye of the shy but cutest kitten he’s ever seen?