"Didn't you hear me?" Ricky said and waited for one of them to do something other than stand there and look at him. Katrina's hand was still clutching on to Scott's shirt. Her mouth was open but no words were coming out. She had never seen Ricky look at her like that, as if she had betrayed him. Scott just swallowed and decided enough was enough. It was...
Author's Note: This is the second installment of the Tiara Tara series. It is strongly recommended that you begin by reading Part One. Submissively, Barbie * The jagged teeth of the clamp bit deep into the sensitive skin of Tiara Tara's right nipple, the sheering pain stabbing at her besieged mind like a red-hot poker. "Silence, my sweet cock-hungry wh...
With the sun setting in the distance, Katrina waved to her parents through the window of her house. Their car was just leaving the driveway as they embarked on the long road trip to Chicago, where they were going to attend a week-long science convention for work. Katrina didn't know if they could see her, but she felt compelled to do it anyway. Out of the co...
The snow was accumulating with serious attitude on my windshield as I waited on Katrina to arrive. Katrina was my oldest friend from school. She was in town over the holiday to spend time with her family. I was her last visit before she hit the road. She was driving to home to New York City to finalize her divorce. I thought that was a heck of way to spend t...
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...