Tonight i sleep, for all my mind shall care. Wrapped securely, but not tightly, within the tail of a lover. Feeling it coiled around me so as i drift, letting me know they’re there, always, my body practically engulfed in the warmth of their beautiful tail.

I like tails. Sure its usually in silly ways but… gods, the tail. The one appendage that is so very not human. Tails are expressive and emotional. They’re an indicator of “not human” that i find pure comfort in. Relief. There be a tail; no human here.
I can relax, for here i am seen. Tails make me relaxed. Comforted. Seen. Loved.
Idk, maybe it’s weird.
I really am emotional about these silly swishers

Animals, since i was young, brought more comfort than humans. I preferred spending time with them. A tail meant predictable. Animals were easy to understand. Easy motives. Animals don’t care if im guy or girl or enby, human or nonhuman in spirit. They don’t care. Animals could look at my naked body, boobs and cock and not judge. Not judging creatures.
Tail meant comfort. I felt more understood by my pets than my parents. Tail meant safety. Bond.