http://slow.writerscafe.org/katlerch The original writings of author Kat Lerch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032225 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Her chest heaves from her sprinting escape,Sounds of the water, the feet moving in the streets.Her eyes tearing from the day’s events,Recounting, memorizing, so that she may NEVER forget. The fear in her mind when she thinks,How filthy she is.How weak she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlerch/531876/ Hey, It’s about 1:30 am and I can'tsleep. I don't know if you check this or not but it doesn't really matter to meeither way. You say I can trust you. I don't know if I believe that really butI do think you are my best chance at someone maybe understanding me. You don'th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlerch/526590/ CryingSobbingPainthen..Nothing.He comes out to tempt me,Knows what I'm feeling.He can sympathize...Or so he SAYSI'm on the path of destruction. Ruining everything I come near.Everything I touch turns to dust.I can't ESCAPE.Why can't I get away.Its takin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlerch/526312/ She is the way she rubs herself against my hand,she is the way her hips rock roughly into my arm,she is the throaty moan that sounds so musical in my head,she is the wetness coming from inside me,she is the climax, the mind shattering release,that I am working to provide.She is the way her hips move.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlerch/525972/ Her lips are aKISSHer breasts are aTOUCHHer p***y is aFUCKHer throat is aMOANbeautiful red shade, soft and moist:KISSperfect handfuls, gently grasping and squeeze:TOUCHwet and slick with the smell of arousal:FUCKgently twitching and heaving with each ragged breath:MOAN http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlerch/525968/ He pushes inside me.Pumping in and out.Harder, faster I imagineAlmost immediately, I feel him on top of me,pumping harder, faster.I am feeling something grow inside me,at each push, after hearing each groan, moan,a ball of the perfect pleasure, of the ultimate experie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlerch/525307/ Not finished, a work in progress. Would love constructive criticism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlerch/525204/ This is the measure of a love,So discerning.So vile.This man who comes along,He believes he knows who, what I am.From my supposed beauty.My fairness.Tell me man,is it my woman that makes me fair?My beauty that makes me so very meek?Do I need to be taken care of?Years pass,youth has long gone.This ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlerch/525202/