TABLE OF CONTENTS 07/23
(click hashtags to access)

Storylines - text only:
#Shorts
#SuburbanWar
#FuckingZombieBitches
#zombitches

Storylines - illustrated:
#10000Times
#ShelterX35
#Mastodette
#AdventuresOfMilly
#SuburbanWarComic
#TheWickedAndTheEvil

Storylines - interactive:
#SoapShop
#NightFairy
#WytchesCauldron
#TangledChains

Artwork:
#KatArtSis

Advice & Comfort:
#AskKathrin
#TerribleWritingAdvice

Ignore the rest, it's mainly #tits, #pix, #morning messages and #progress reports.

TABLE OF CONTENTS 07/23
(click hashtags to access)

Storylines - text only:
#zombitches
#FuckingZombieBitches
#SuburbanWar
#Shorts

Storylines - illustrated:
#TheWickedAndTheEvil
#SuburbanWarComic
#Mastodette
#AdventuresOfMilly
#ShelterX35
#10000Times

Storylines - interactive:
#SoapShop
#TangledChains
#WytchesCauldron
#NightFairy

Artwork:
#KatArtSis

Advice & Comfort:
#AskKathrin
#TerribleWritingAdvice

Ignore the rest, it's mainly #tits, #pix, #morning messages and #progress reports.

TABLE OF CONTENTS
(click hashtags to access posts)

Storylines - text only:
#zombitches
#FuckingZombieBitches
#SuburbanWar
#Shorts

Storylines - illustrated:
#TheWickedAndTheEvil
#SuburbanWarComic
#Mastodette
#AdventuresOfMilly
#ShelterX35
#CanyonsOnMars
#CillysHeroes
#10000Times

Storylines - interactive:
#TangledChains

Artwork:
#KatArtSis

Advice & Comfort:
#AskKathrin
#TerribleWritingAdvice

Ignore the rest, it's mainly #tits, #pix, #morning messages and #progress reports.

TABLE OF CONTENTS
(click hashtags to access posts)

Storylines - text only:
#zombitches
#FuckingZombieBitches
#SuburbanWar
#Shorts

Storylines - illustrated:
#TheWickedAndTheEvil
#SuburbanWarComic
#Mastodette
#AdventuresOfMilly
#ShelterX35
#CanyonsOnMars
#Cilly'sHeroes
#10000Times

Storylines - interactive:
#TangledChains

Artwork:
#KatArtSis

Advice & Comfort:
#AskKathrin
#TerribleWritingAdvice

Ignore the rest, it's mainly #tits, #pix, #morning messages and #progress reports.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Storylines - text only:
#zombitches
#FuckingZombieBitches
#SuburbanWar
#Shorts

Storylines - illustrated:
#TheresACockInMyKitchen
#TheWickedAndTheEvil
#SuburbanWarComic
#Mastodette

Storylines - interactive:
#TangledChains

Artwork:
#KatArtSis

Advice & Comfort:
#AskKathrin
#dulshinea
#LezDom
#TerribleWritingAdvice

Ignore the rest, it's mainly #tits, #pix, #morning polls and #progress reports.

TABLE OF CONTENTS - PINNED

Storylines - text only:
#zombitches
#SuburbanWar
#FuckingZombieBitches | deutsch: #VerfickteZombieSchlampen

Storylines - comics:
#TheWickedAndTheEvil | deutsch: #DieSchlechtenUndVerderbten
#SuburbanWarComic | deutsch: #SuburbanWarComicDE

Collections:
#KatsKollektion

Ignore the rest, it's mainly #tits and dumbfuckery.

TABLE OF CONTENTS - PINNED

Current storylines:
#zombitches
#SuburbanWar
#FuckingZombieBitches

Old comic reruns:
#TheWickedAndTheEvil

Collections:
#KatsKollektion

Ignore the rest, it's mainly #tits and dumbfuckery.

@NachoNachoMan

If you missed it, I posted 2 other stoylines this week:

#zombitches and #SuburbanWar

#zombitches 0045

She bit her lips and fucked herself faster and faster, her fingers alternating between her nipples and clit, until finally she pulled the cucumber out with force, followed by a thick, creamy, white gush of pussy juice, which ran down between her legs and along the side of the bench.

Fuck, she thought. If the end of the world meant that I can just do this without worrying about other people, then this might even be worth it.

#zombitches 0044

It took a few pushes in and out, until she got it covered in enough pussy juice to really fuck herself with it, but once she got that done - oh boy, was that not just the exact right thing she needed now?

Sharon thrust the green rod frantically inside herself, laying down on the bench, her toes curling up in the air while she began to squeeze her tits with her other hand. Fuck, yes, she tought. Fucking fuck yes! This hits the spot... almost. Almost there.

#zombitches 0043

Kinda like giving tit jobs, she thought, and playfully bent down to lick at the cucumber's tip. She took it into her mouth and simulated sucking on it, but that only brought back the taste of the guy's dirty cock from last night, so she stopped again.

Let's not let another guy ruin your enjoyment, she said to herself, and finally just placed the tip of the cucumber against her damp slit, spreading her labia with her other hand.

#zombitches 0042

Never one for salads, she didn't pay it any mind when she went through the kitchen earlier, but now she snuck over to the small fridge in the corner and dug through it again.

There it was. Slowly, she pulled a nice, fresh, thick green cucumber out and weighed it in her hand. It was cold to the touch, so she went back to the bench and held it between her wide breasts for a while, hoping that would warm it up.

#zombitches 0041

With two, three fingers she pushed as deep as she could, breathing deeply and in bursts, finding comfort and peace in an activity that she did regularly to relax.

She missed that dildo she had at one time, but somehow got lost when she ended up on the street. Then she remembered: There was something here, that may be just as good.

#zombitches 0040

For a while she still left her panties on, while her fingers dug into her puffy slit underneath, rubbing her clit slowly, then faster, then slowly again, sometimes slipping ever so slight into the hole underneath, probing and drilling.

It was good, and made her hungry for more. Finally, she pushed the panties off, to get better access to the land of wonders, between her legs.

#zombitches 0039

Her hand instincively wandered into her pants again, a finger sliding straight between her labia, tickling her clit. She shuddered and closed her eyes, enjoying the small, faint shivers it sent across her skin.

Fuck it, she thought. There's nobody here, and the world's ending anyway, so might as well do this right. She took off her pants and threw them across the table, next to her t-shirt, then reclined onto the bench, one leg propped up, the other spread at an angle.

#zombitches 0038

What now? Sharon stared out the window at a sky that was turning from black to blue ever so slightly, an hour or so before the dawn. Once it got light, she was going to look for a way out of here, she decided. Maybe try her luck with that wreck of a car, or maybe she just would find a way to sneak out of here undetected.

She looked around at the deserted trailer, and felt a strange sense of calm and serenity. Whatever was going on outside, she was in here and it was good.

#zombitches 0037

The rest of the night she spent going through some books and magazines she found laying around the trailer home: An issue of popular mechanics from a few months ago, volume four of some expert's guide to fishing and "Laine's Auto Manual" for Commercial Models.

Having no interest in fishing, she flipped through the magazine and then read the manual out of boredom. At least it gave her a better understanding of how to take care of car troubles, should she ever need it.

#zombitches 0036

Inspecting the cleaver, or what was left of it, she decided to throw it away. It was wobbling in its handle, there were dents in the blade and it had a strange bent to the left. Also, she hated using it, and the memories it brought.

Sharon knew she would probably have to fight again, but she tried to keep that thought far away from her conscious mind, just making sure she had the baseball bat still with her wherever she went.

#zombitches 0035

She wasn't going anywhere this night, she decided, so she might as well get comfortable here. She picked a can of spaghetti bolognese out of a cupboard and then went looking for a can opener.

There wasn't one in any of the kitchen cabinets. Who has cans in the house, but no can opener, she wondered. Finally, she just munched on some stale old crackers she found, slowly feeling herself relax again.

#zombitches 0034

What was it, that it said about towels? Something about them being the most important thing in the universe, or something? Whatever it was, it felt strangely comforting to have, and with a betoweled neck she went back into the kitchen, always trying to keep crouched and stay out of view from the windows, however slow and difficult moving like this was.