Kate Pilgrim vs the World

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ah and found this around

convenient o.o

forgot this in the gallery...

Interesting ;p

been working on it some.... really liking it, mostly for the humor actually. I might have to change this enough to be legally different and get its own smutty book or something...

been working on and off on the story, and think i can neatly sum up the tone of it with the first page or so

“So I figure,” said the girl, laying out in the bed, nude beneath the covers and stretching her arms over her head. Her hair was a dirty blonde (as she was sometimes called herself), shoulder length and splayed out beneath her head like a second miniature sheet. Her body was on the lean side, skinny but with some decent curves on her lightly muscled body, particularly on her DD chest, gently settled on her chest after the wild plowing she‘d received. “I wanna go on a tour of the US some time next summer, and masturbate in every state.”
“You realize thatâ€s insane,” said the man with her, shaking his head. He was a tall sort, trim black hair and a body that might be called enviable, muscular overall and abs over his belly, but a shape soft enough that his lover had no quarrel with snuggling against his chest. “There is no way a sane person could go on that trip… alone. Iâ€m coming with.”

It was precisely then that Kate Kinsly knew she was in love. The passionate drunken plowing sheâ€d just experienced was quite suddenly lovemaking, and the buzzed smooth talker beside her was a future boyfriend. That pounding in her chest was from love now, not the feeling of six inches (going by the law of averages) of another person inside her from moments ago (although the butterflies in her stomach had better like beer and buffalo wings).


“That storyâ€s gayass,” Wanda sighed, leaning in exaggerated boredom on her knees.
“It is absolutely NOT gayass!” Kate objected. “Itâ€s romantic and dreamy and true love!!”
“It was gay and I dare you to find a better judge,” Wanda said with a confident smirk, as if that was her verbal checkmate.
But it held some truth to it. Given how long Wanda had been a lesbian (and how oddly GOOD she was at it), Kate was fairly convinced that she had some legitimate power over the lesbians of Canada. Like some kind of lesbian duke or earl or (some other name nobody gave their kids anymore).