Alex was going away on tour again; she really was a busy tigress. But she had to put bread on the table, and going on tour was a much bigger source of income than the small royalties she received from the music she made. Record labels took most of the revenue generated from album sales and music streams. She made a healthy amount from her music sales, but as the saying went “boss makes a dollar, I make a dime”. When she went on tour, she was the one making the dollars. Plus, she would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the screams and cheers of her fans who were more than happy to see her perform live for them. But being on the road meant that she was leaving her boyfriend behind at home without her pussy to bury his dick into. It didn’t feel right to leave him without anything to beat his meat to while he waited for her to come back.

The tigress thought long and hard about what she should do for her boyfriend; she thought about a video, but the risk of that accidentally leaking out to the public discouraged her from doing so. If a sex tape of her leaked, she could become the next Kim Kardashian, but she did not want that; she did not want her butt to be THAT big, although having a wallet the size of a Kardashian’s would be pretty neat. She shook the thought out of her head and pondered for a moment before she raised a finger up in a very ‘aha’ moment. She had just the perfect thing to help her boyfriend survive the few weeks he would be without tight tigress pussy 24/7. With a very menacing grin spread across her face, she began her preparations in secret, and on the day she was set to leave, she put down the final touches just before she kissed her sleeping boyfriend on the forehead and hopped onto the tour bus with her crew.

Her boyfriend woke up the next morning alone since his tigress girlfriend left long before sunrise. He let out a soft yawn as he rolled out of bed and dragged his feet to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. He pulled open the double doors of the fridge and looked at the options of what he had to eat. Alex’s fridge was always fully-stocked, being the foodie that she was, but that came with some drawbacks too; it was too hard to pick something to eat. He felt like he was scrolling through the Netflix catalog whenever he opened the fridge. He spotted eggs, bread, and an already-open tin of Spam and grabbed all of them before he closed the fridge doors, turned around, and laid out all the chosen ingredients on the countertop. He believed in a simple breakfast to start off the day; the brain can’t do too many complex things without fuel after all. He fried up the Spam and eggs, toasted the bread, and stacked them all together into a nice Spamwich that he cut diagonally. After the knife went through it, a gush of juices from the spam and the undercooked yolk squirted out and flowed down the layers akin to a waterfall as he pulled the two halves apart. He wasted no time and brought it to his mouth for a sizeable bite.

‘Crunch.’

As his mouth filled with the flavor of the free-range eggs and crispy fried spam, he moaned. “God, that’s good…” After swallowing his first bite, he took a second, then a third, and he continued until there was none left. He licked his fingers as he collected his dishes up, rinsed them, and put them into the dishwasher. He closed the dishwasher door with his hip and whistled as he walked his way toward the bedroom to get himself showered and ready for a day of doing anything he wanted to get his mind off of the love of his life not being there to do those things with him. What he didn’t know, was that Alex had plans waiting for him.

The tigress’s boyfriend walked back into the bedroom and headed straight for the shower. He hummed Billy Joel’s song about denying arson as he strolled along. As he approached the bathroom door, however; he heard his phone’s text message notification and stopped in his tracks.

‘Da-ding!’

Without skipping a beat in his humming, he turned on his heels and strolled his way towards the nightstand next to the unmade bed where his phone was sitting on a wireless charger. He tapped on the screen a few times and looked at it to check who the message was from. It was from Alex, who he had saved on his phone as “Ally 💖”. He tapped the notification to read the message.

11:09 AM Ally 💖: Good morning sleepyhead! Miss me already? I left you a little surprise in my underwear drawer. I know you go in there when you rub one out when I’m not around. 😏

Alex’s boyfriend’s eyes widened for a moment before he let out a chuckle. “And I thought I was getting away with that,” he said to himself. He glanced over his shoulder toward the walk-in closet where his girlfriend’s vast collection of underwear was. He turned to look back at his phone, grabbed it, and made his way to the closet. His shower and fap could wait; this “surprise” she had left for him was way more intriguing. And he would be lying if he said the suggestive use of emojis in her text didn’t turn him on just a smidge.