Catwoman porn written and narrated by Britni Pleasurebel
It was Halloween weekend—the crisp mountain breeze blew the last of the leaves as the temperature took its familiar sharp dip, teasing us with winter looming ahead. The chill in the air certainly didn’t make it easy as I frantically pieced together a last-minute costume for the evening. I had plans to attend a “Heroes + Villains” Halloween party with friends, including a friend I had recently started hooking up with.
Our newly developed friendship had blossomed quickly over the past few months, layered with an undeniable spark of attraction and sexual chemistry for one another. After skirting around our mutual desire for what felt like… forever… we finally gave in to exploring each other’s bodies.
Excited for the evening ahead, I was particularly looking forward to showing off my costume—a hastily thrown-together but irresistibly sexy look that included a leather harness and a cat mask—everyone loved Catwoman, right? Was Catwoman a villain or a hero? In that moment, I didn’t care—I was empowered.
I had never worn a leather harness (or really any BDSM/kink attire) out in public before, let alone, in the smaller mountain city we live in. The thrill of bearing something that others likely consider taboo had my confidence skyrocketing—the exhibitionist in me loves the attention. Layer that onto the high I was still riding from a recent sexcapade with my new FWB, this kitten was ready to prowl the city!
A flash of one of our recent encounters—ropes, a spreader bar, and a flogger—popped into my mind, turning my evening anticipation into a more immediate physical need. As I slid into my thigh-high boots, I couldn’t resist capturing a cheeky mirror selfie. Could I really wait until post-party to make this kitten purr? Not a chance, my body was radiating.
“Pre-party at my house?” I texted along with the pic.
Before I could even close out my texts I noticed those three dots bubbling up… he was replying. That was quick. I immediately felt warmth in my panties...
“Great minds think alike. Be there at 5.” he responded. I melted.
The next few hours flew by as I prepped my place for what I hoped would be an unforgettable prelude to the night’s festivities. I dimmed the lights, burned sage, and queued up my favorite playlist—aptly named “Sex + Candy.” —now this was MY version of trick-or-treating!
A splash of bergamot oil hits my neck as I hear the door knock. A tingling sensation runs through my body. I anxiously run to the door, take a deep breath, and before I can even muster up a greeting, a wave of his scent, Le Labo Santal—hit me like a drug—radiating heat across my body.
Having just moved into this new place, boxes were everywhere and nothing was in order—so naturally, I was forced to welcome him back to my bedroom, showing off the one room that was somewhat settled. Without hesitation, we awkwardly yet passionately make our way to the bed. Wearing just a casual crop top and panties–we both knew what he was there for. Catwoman would make her way out later, but for now, this kitten was in need of petting.
His hands found my waist with a firm, yet gentle grip, sending goosebumps up my arms. My crop top was gone before I could catch my breath, as his lips grazed my upper body. He slowly started making his way towards my nipples. My body quivered with every touch. He continued to take his time, careful not to actually give me what I so desperately wanted in that moment. His lips were luscious, kissing and grazing across my chest, he finally shifted gears, locking his lips to my nipple, simultaneously his hand grazed my clit as he suckled—I moaned and my mind flashed to wearing my harness. I moaned louder.
I was already losing control and things just started heating up. His touch became heavier—ebbing between a light caress and firm pressure, he began outlining my vulva lips with his fingers. I had never felt so turned on before, what was so different? What was this spell being cast on me?
As he slowly made his way across my body towards my clit, keeping my toes curling with his contrasting touch, it dawned on me… I had just taken my Mirena IUD out earlier this month. It was the first time in over 20 years my body was free from hormonal contraception. No wonder my body was so turned on, my hormones were thriving as they recalibrated to their natural state.
My mind snapped quickly once his lips met my inner thigh, sending a jolt through my body. I wanted all of him and yet I didn’t want this moment to end.
As he moved his tongue closer to my clit, I felt an intense surge of pleasure, the kind that sends shivers up your spine and makes you transcend a little. His tongue flicked teasingly at my clit, just enough to keep me on edge. I wrapped my legs around his torso pulling him closer. His flicking turned to sucking, and his fingers teased my nipples. This guy knew how to read my body and his desire for my pleasure was infectious. Just as I began to imagine how his curved-to-the-left cock might feel inside me, he grabbed my waist and flipped me over on my knees. He shuffled under me, pulling my pussy into his face, he wanted more smothering and my body was here for it. As I fervorously thrusted against his face, on the brink of reaching orgasm, I reached back behind me and took his cock into my hands. I moaned louder.
It was warm, soft to the touch, and hard for the taking. I loved the way he had been making my body feel and now I wanted to share that pleasure. I shifted my pussy from his face to his chest, kissing, licking, biting, and rubbing my breasts along his body as I made my way towards his cock. A thing of beauty, this curious kitten needed a quick taste. I circled the tip of his penis with my tongue. He let out a moan and his cock twitched a little, subtly hinting for more. I took his whole cock in my mouth and slowly sucked from the base to the tip.
This guy even made my mouth drip with arousal. By this time, my pussy was so wet from the intense build-up of pleasure we’d been sharing. I was naturally lubed to climb on top and feel his cock inside of me.
I slowly slid down from tip to base, our bodies radiating with every inch. We both let out a moan. “Good Girl” he whispers in a deep voice, as I slid up and down his cock. He sucked my nipples, gave me a thuddy spank, and then quickly repositioned so that he was behind me. He pushed my chest down towards the bed like I was in puppy pose at yoga, where he continued to slowly slide in and out. I was SO wet… I couldn’t help but notice HOW wet I was. It was different. Warm. Gushy. Slick, kinda sticky… and intense.
Oh no… my heart skipped, and for a split second, I started to panic, trying to make sense of what I was feeling.
Could it be? I hadn’t had a period in nearly 20 years on birth control. My mind raced. Of all the moments, why now...
I quickly pulled back, trying to compose myself, my whole body flushed— I wasn’t sure if it was from the thrill of the magic our bodies had been creating or from the sudden realization. He looked at me and noticed I was distracted… he flipped me on my side so that he could see my face, kiss my neck, and whisper in my ear.
“I can feel your pussy gripping my cock, you’re so wet and warm, I want to feel your orgasm”
The thought of possibly starting my period immediately disappeared, as I leaned into the intensity of this feeling. I could feel and hear his body moving towards orgasm as well. Before I knew it, I hit my peak. My body jirated from my toes to my scalp. The intensity of my orgasm contractions sent him into orgasm as well, as I felt his warm cum on my torso and chest (for those wondering, this was previously discussed as consensual AND this partner had a vasectomy).
I looked down at his cock, in a blissful state at the magic we just cultivated… only to realize my suspicion was accurate. To my horror, I had just started my first period in two decades, right in the middle of one of the most intense sexual encounters of my life.
“Oh…wow,” I muttered, high on oxytocin, and both excited and embarrassed, half bewildered by the timing. I hadn’t expected my body to recalibrate so quickly, and I certainly hadn’t expected to start my period DURING sex.
Before I could speak, we locked eyes (mine with uncertainty and slight embarrassment… and his soft.. safe), he smiled big, and playfully exclaimed, “Happy Halloween!” as he rubbed his fingers in some of the blood splattered on the comforter and across his forehead (yes… much like the scene in Lion King when Rafiki smudges Simba on the forehead).
His words and actions melted my tension and made me giggle, immediately softening any ounce of horror my mind and body were attempting to feel. Happy Halloween indeed!
This moment, one I had long anticipated since first contemplating the end of birth control, arrived much sooner than I expected. Yet it was met with an outpouring of shared excitement and support—something I had never experienced from a partner when it came to my period. He made me feel safe, comforted, and empowered in the fullness of my natural femme cycle.
My body, buzzing from pleasure, and now heightened with connective emotions, was even more ready to hit the streets in leather, embodied from a kitten to Catwoman, on All Hallow’s Eve. Meeeeow.