<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>kateystorey | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/kateystorey</link>
		<description>The original writings of author kateystorey</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776026250</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>Her red hair..</title>
			<description>The first thing I noticedWas the sun on her red hairTurning it to blazing fireAs it tumbledOnto the white flesh of her shouldersThe pastel shadesOf her meagre topStruggled to contain the vibrancy of her breastsAnd her naked midriff tantalizedThe waistband of her skirt sat on her hipsWhile the white ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kateystorey/703592/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Itchy?;)</title>
			<description>An itch to be scratched -A lust unmatched -An empty bed -&quot;Let's go!&quot; she said.And on the summer's afternoonwe loved until we saw the moon.Exhausted, laying there exposedupon my belly, I proposedshe scratch my back to top it off -and soon she did, so soft, so soft.Nails as sharp as 'Wiltshires' creep..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kateystorey/703221/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Waiting.</title>
			<description>all evening he waitedanxiously eyeing the clockretracing his stepsover and overcounting the minutesuntil her arrivalkneeling before a crackling fireadding another loghe rose to check againhis preparations for tonightthe thick sheepskin ruglay lovingly spread before the flameswaiting for herthe bookt..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kateystorey/702789/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>B***s</title>
			<description>Oh I wish I had b***s that would wobbleMine just stay still in one placeIn the breast hall of fameYou won't see my nameFor my b***s there would be a disgraceSure b***s of my size have their meritThey're easy to fit with a braAnd when I go for a dipYou won't see one slip&amp;hellip;outThey stay put&amp;helli..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kateystorey/702785/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>