She touched herself softly at first. She was feeling good, the mixture of the cold air and her warm hand was just right. She rubbed her nipple softly, tenderly and felt it getting hard.

She licked her finger to wet it a bit. She was feeling warm and cold, her legs were trembling. Was it a pity that she was alone? But wasn't that the point? To be alone?

A moment of solitude was always a good thing. She felt that if there had been someone else there, it would be one too many. She would have to deal with the demanding needs of a man. Maybe...she was selfish.

She spent many lonely nights, cozy in her bed, playing with herself, letting her mind visit other worlds. She had an extreme fantasy life, her father would say when he saw her daydreaming. Her fantasy life involved one recurring image. One that was always there. It started early in life.

She first imagined herself as a cat and strangely enough, as a red cat. Soon the cat grew and became something like a panther and eventually it was no longer an animal but just a girl with cat- like qualities.

That was the first image she had of herself, she didn't know why. What came later was more complex, stimulating, and frightening.

Red Feline moved away from the window to a large column by the wall, it's roundness and size was attractive to her, it's image very familiar, it was the one spot in the house that seemed to be part of a different time. A time she was also familiar with.

As she approached the column she felt as if she was entering a different dimension. She leaned on the column, feeling its cold surface on her skin, unaware that someone was watching her and as she leaned, the other images started to play inside her head.

In time, what started as a kind of game, slowly became a very elaborate fantasy with very specific images and situations, one that was very real to her as if it was a memory.

But even memories are fleeting, there was little she remembered of her childhood, at least in detail, so this was different, it was more than a memory, it was as if she had a separate life that only she was aware of, a life that was taking place at a different place in time and space.

There was a small tribe of very proud people, led by a generous man who gained the position after the council of 24 selected him to be the head of the council.

They often met to decide the division of the land. Each family had a plot to grow and all the families shared the large fields. Each new family received an equal portion of land that they could call their own but with the understanding that it belonged to the community. With this arrangement they always had enough for everybody.

It was a perfect world for Red Feline's sensitivities. Perhaps her mind was creating the kind of world her parents preached. Where peace was achieved only when the needs of all were met, when all children were cared for, when all had food and shelter and their health was a priority and no one was higher or richer or more powerful.

Once on the floor she reached down under her skirt, raising it and looking for the right spot. Only a woman knows how to give herself pleasure, she thought. She was often disappointed at men who didn't know how to touch her. She gave equal attention to both tits, her nipples were screaming to be touched, the breeze and the traffic outside were her companions. She was breathing heavily as her finger went in to get wet and out to rub, softly and steadily, her palpitating clit.