Short Stories by Kristen

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It slammed into my forehead and addled my brain, a burst of white-hot pain flashing through my head. Entering revolving doors, the smell of disinfectant couldn't mask the scent of illness and decay and fear. God knows why, but Michelle had put rubber gloves on her feet like socks and, bending and staring at them, was stomping around, rubber gloves smacking on the tile floor. Michelle helped me unload her suitcases while Dracula interfered, getting underfoot, tongue hanging and tail wagging in excitement at me being home and the prospect of a new friend to play with. Michelle," I whispered softly and explained what I wanted to try, how selfish it might be, and how she could tell me to stop at any time.

That afternoon the wind picked up again, rushing down from the mountains and bringing biting cold, sub-zero temperatures; a cold front from Canada. The three-year-old mare, a gentle chestnut-colored horse with a white mane and forelock falling over placid, alert eyes, had set me back a few dollars. Michelle had observed everything, offering her insightful comments like, "Gross," and "Look at all that blood," and "Wow, that's going to leave a scar. A raging erection, a moist little pussy, and a sweet little girl all naked and warm and cuddly, all combined to shape my thoughts.A warm little cleft oozed around my fingertip and I just about came, the tip of my finger actually penetrating her slightly. Before starting I kissed each succulent buttock and then pressed my mouth to her gorgeous pussy, my nose pressing between her buttocks. Without thrusting, I came inside her, swelling, cum exploding, breath-taking pleasure ripping through me. Until now I had been basking in the sensual pleasure of her sexy pussy on my erection and enjoying the amazingly erotic sight of my large cock lodged in the crotch of such a young girl. Over the last three months she'd lost all traces of her physical trauma, scars now hidden beneath silky hair.

If the portal works fine then please, by all means contact the staff at the Kristen Archives and report any broken link or bad address. She listened to the rules I laid down, selected those that suited her and blithely ignored the rest. The next time I did it, I waited again until he was watching something that interested him enough to stay seated even while I crawled into his lap. Yet, when he was with her, or Dracula, or Kevin, or the horses, he showed deep care and spoke gently.Inhaling deeply, drawing her scent into my lungs, I exhaled and for the next twenty minutes I watched her sleep, a pure indulgent pleasure.