Katrina opened her eyes, ready to greet the world again. For a moment she relished the cold and dank of the coffin in which she slept. She climbed out, her hair a tangled mess and her satin nightgown crumpled, yet still lovely. Katrina was not surprised to find Edmund waiting for her in the cellar. He was sitting on a simple wooden chair, charcoal and sketch...
Katrina is a student of arts and I met her through a good friend of mine who is also studying at the very same academy in Vienna. You must know that Katrina originates from one of the Eastern European countries and that she speaks with a harsh accent that reminds me of sexy Communist agents from the James Bond movies à la Famke Janssen. She also has the bo...
Chapter 9 now and we have a lot of underlying issues coming out here. Sorry for the delay, but I had college work, job hunting and a whole load of other shit to tackle. Chapter 10 is being written as you read this. As always, your votes and comments keep me going so do take a moment to drop them for me. A huge vote of thanks to my enthusiastic and insightfu...
Shannon was the sort of girl every guy could easily fall in love with.. The stereotypical tall blonde. Her peaches and cream complexion, full breasts, and sweet, round ass, made Mike's heart ache for her as much as his cock did. She sat in the front of the church, hands folded in her lap demurely, the perfect image of a good and decent church going young l...
I'm going to relate a story to you, about how I somehow managed to reinvent an ancient Eastern tradition for my modern world. I must stress clearly at the outset, that I never intended to accomplish this at first. It just seemed to grow out of a set of bizarre and lucky occurrences. It started at a fast food joint, where I bumped into an old associate from...
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. The slapping sound of Marisa fucking the distinguished judge in the ass drifted away as Katrina returned to that day which set her life on the course that placed her here. The looming image of mat...
Hi Litsters, Thanks to the overwhelmingly positive response to Black Sheep so far (and my editor egging me on), I have decided to prioritise this series. This particular chapter stars Katrina from my "Living with Katrina" series (although you don't need to read that in order to understand what goes on here). As always, thanks to my editor, NaokoSmith, who...
It was the last week of classes at Georgetown and finals were about to begin the next week. It would also be Katrina's last week in control of the journal. She began her five week excursion into the world of the magic that surrounded that damn journal was at an end. She had five stabs at whatever fantasy she wanted. She had used it to benefit others. She onc...
Today started like any other day. I went to work, got started on my assignments and buried myself in my computer. The only difference was, today was my birthday. The big 4-0. I had told everyone that I didn't want anything special, just treat it like any other day. I did find a balloon tied to my chair and a cupcake on my desk, but so far, nothing out of the...
Having got home from my very humiliating shopping trip, things had progressed quickly. Katrina had teased me all the way home in the car, making comments like, "I'm gonna fuck you tonight like the slut you are," and, "Come on admit it, you want to be my bitch, don't you?" I was embarrassed to answer but my caged cock twitched at the thought and was becoming...