She had embarrassed me in public before, always in subtle, harmless ways
that only I in my fearful vulnerability probably noticed, and I treasured those memories, but she seemed to be rather intent about it tonight, as if she were on a mission to take me to the breathtaking edge. I mean it: I was having trouble breathing, imagining what this brilliant, creative and very strong-willed woman might do to me. I was already so scared and so turned on that I feared I might wet my panties.
— From Feline Frolic 1 by Leslie Lowe