My name is Kat. I love to write and I really love to write erotica. So much so that I have my own interactive website where I write stories for my members based on their own ideas. It's fun, fun, fun.I am extremely open minded and love to explore new things in all areas of my life. My stories tend to have a bdsm feel to them as I enjoy the edge that it gives but I can turn my mind to most things and my imagination never stops working!I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing :)
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The hot water cascaded over her aching, trembling body. It sounded so loud as it splashed onto the concrete floor of the empty changing rooms, echoing around the stark brick interior. She turned the tap, making the water pound her body with more force. Turning to the wall she pressed her hands to the cracked white tiles allowing the water to massage her back as she stretched out her calves....
Added 13 Oct 2011 | Category BDSM
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She was running hard - her aertex shirt clinging to her wet flesh, rain and sweat mingling and pouring down her face, her chest, between her breasts and down her belly. The short gym skirt flapping as her thighs pounded against the slippery ground was leaving red marks on the vulnerable skin. Mud splashed on her calves, forming dark marks against the cold pink. She looked up as she ran...
Added 08 Sep 2011 | Category BDSM
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She got up from her hands and knees. Her bathroom was pristine; scrubbed and cleaned to perfection like the rest of her flat. Putting the cleaning things away in the hall cupboard she wandered through to her living room. This was her favourite room - the large comfortable sofa and armchair with matching cushions, neatly stacked bookshelves and the beautiful cream carpet all complimented her...
Added 06 Aug 2011 | Category BDSM
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The door crashed open. She ducked, shielding her eyes from the stinging dust blown in by the howling wind. Daring to glance up, she looked through the flying debris trying to make out who had ventured through a duststorm to a downtown gem store. She cursed inwardly as she made out the unmistakeable silhouette. Tall and wearing that ridiculous triangular hat. Long, red hair whipping around...
Added 05 Aug 2011 | Category Lesbian
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