You licked my fingers –m4w– 35 (Folsom)
… you reached out and began licking my fingers. It was disgusting and adorable. I began making kissing noises and fawning over you; scratching your ears, patting your head…
Me: excitable, clean-cut, blue jacket. Typically a cat person.
You: small and compact, with black and white fur and ears that stuck out.
We’ll let you decide who is the little bitch and who is the dog in this situation.
Because anything we could say would take away from the awesome that lies within this post.