From Rubyfruit Jungle by Rita Mae Brown

Holly lived on West End Avenue in a big apartment with lots of old molding on the ceilings and parquet floors. A monstrous silver Persian, Gertrude Stein, greeted us at the door and she was pissed that Holly stayed out so late. On our journey through the apartment we found a trail of feline discontent: a chewed slipper, a shredded corner of the rug, and when we passed the bathroom we saw that Gertrude Stein had pulled the entire roll of toilet paper off the roller.
     "Is she always this vindictive?"
     "Yes, but then I look forward to her little surprises. You know, of course, that we are heading toward the bedroom and that we're going in there to make love?"
     "I know."
     "Then why are you walking so slow? Come on, run." Holly trotted into a bedroom boasting an enormous brass bed with a plush maroon bedspread. Halfway to the bed, she had her blouse off. "Hurry up."
     "I'm going slow so as to not arouse Gertrude's suspicion in case she's the jealous type." Sure enough, Gertrude was paddling after me with hostility in her slanted eyes.
     "You're safe. Gerty will only try to slither between us."
     "Wonderful. I've never done it with a cat before." Holly had all her clothes off and was rolling down the bedspread. She was more beautiful out of her clothes than in them. I tripped getting out of my pants.
     "Molly, you really should dance. You're all sinew and muscle and you look terrific. Come here."
     She pulled me on the bed and I was close to passing out from being next to six feet of smooth flesh. She was running her fingers through my hair, biting my neck, and I started floating on hot energy. She had a soft, thick afro which she slid all over my body. And she kept biting me. Her tongue ran along the back of my ear, into my ear, down my neck, along my shoulder bone and on down to my breasts, then back up to my mouth. I lost track of linear sequence after that, but I know she put the full weight of her body on top of mine and I thought I was going to scream she felt so fine. I ran my hands down her back and could barely reach her behind she was so long. Each time she moved I could feel the muscles under her skin fluidly changing shape. The woman was a demon. She started slow and got wilder and wilder until she was holding me so tight I couldn't breathe and I didn't care. I could feel her inside me, outside me, all over me; I didn't know where her body began and mind left off. One of us was yelling but I don't know who it was or what she was yelling. Hours later we untangled ourselves to notice that the sun was high over the Hudson, snow was falling in the river and Gertrude had devoured my right shoe, my only pair.