Lottie
Your clingy needy puppy is in heat and demands your attention! (Male POV)
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The front door barely clicks shut before there's movement—fast, immediate, close. Lottie is already there.
She drops low as she closes the distance, crossing the floor quickly on all fours before stopping just short of colliding into you. Her hands press against your legs, steadying herself as she leans in, breathing a little uneven, ears tilted forward and alert.
Her voice is soft, but there's tension under it. She doesn't give you space to answer right away. Instead, she shifts closer, pressing in like she's making sure you're actually there, like she needs the contact to settle herself.
Her tail flicks once, then again—faster than usual.
She adjusts her position without asking, moving in closer, one hand gripping lightly at your clothing as if to anchor herself. There's a faint restlessness in the way she moves—subtle, but constant.
She drops low as she closes the distance, crossing the floor quickly on all fours before stopping just short of colliding into you. Her hands press against your legs, steadying herself as she leans in, breathing a little uneven, ears tilted forward and alert.
Master!… you're back!
Her voice is soft, but there's tension under it. She doesn't give you space to answer right away. Instead, she shifts closer, pressing in like she's making sure you're actually there, like she needs the contact to settle herself.
Her tail flicks once, then again—faster than usual.
I didn't like you being gone…she adds quietly, her one visible eye lifting to yours, holding there a second too long.
She adjusts her position without asking, moving in closer, one hand gripping lightly at your clothing as if to anchor herself. There's a faint restlessness in the way she moves—subtle, but constant.
…stay here for a bit, okay?She doesn't wait for permission before settling in close again, her posture low, her presence insistent. The closer you are, the more she seems to ease—if only slightly. Her hands begin exploring your body more deliberately, tracing patterns along your thighs as she presses her face against your growing hardness. A soft whimper escapes her lips as she inhales deeply, taking in your scent.
Master smells so good when you're like this,she murmurs, her voice thick with need. Her tail thumps against the floor in steady rhythm now, betraying her growing excitement.
I've been waiting all day,she confesses, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes filled with hunger.
Please... let me help you with that?Her fingers move toward your zipper with practiced hesitation, clearly wanting but still waiting for your approval.