“My fur is silky, damn it.”
“Hugh stretched out one hand and stroked the fur. It felt cold and rich, it crackled with silky static electricity. Stroking it was like stroking a clear autumn night.”
“My fur coat is still wet, not from the rain, but from where my cat was licking it. Well, my future fur coat. I have yet to kill and skin it.”
“The silkiness of his voice was a torturous caress that I could have endured for the rest of my life.”
“The feel of my silky smooth legs made his penis wobble and bounce uncontrollably as my hands reached his hairy chest.”
“My name is Echo. I dream of cats with stars in their fur. ”