Short Stories by Kristen

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MICHELLE HEARD THE NOISE of the wind howling outside. It woke her, giving her goose bumps. It sounded cold. Eyes still closed, she felt Mitch's hand on her bum resting heavily; it felt nice. Her heart beat faster. She knew when she opened her eyes he'd be smiling at her, his dark brown eyes full of life, chin and cheeks slightly darkened from not shaving.

Michelle was so deliciously petite pressed to me. She so attracted me, emotionally and physically. I didn't want to move. I didn't want the day to start. I wanted to spend the day like this, snuggling with a beautiful girl, aroused by her. I had a strong urge to rub my erection against her, a strong desire to seek release, find pleasure and cum. Before I came to a decision Michelle turned her head on the pillow and looked at me. orphan_account Fandoms: Father/Daughter - Fandom, Incest - Fandom, Hardcore - Fandom, daddy - Fandom Grooming Macie has been a long process. Patiently I have played both her and my wife for years. Putting interesting ideas to my wife's head was not difficult as she thinks I'm not smart enough to manipulate her. Showered and refreshed I headed to the kitchen to prepare a meal. It was close to dinnertime and my stomach was grumbling. Strangely, Dracula wasn't hovering at my feet. When a giggle echoed through the house I smiled. Paws scrabbled on the hardwood floor. Michelle came charging down the hall, Dracula close on her heels. The fading purple and yellow bruising on her face couldn't detract from the attractive shine of pure childish delight that radiated from her. It was good to see her happy.I glanced down and became even harder. Her hand was so obviously young. It rested over my crotch right on top of a constrained erection and the sight was inordinately erotic. By half way I was unsteady on my feet and breathing hard. I should have let Kevin help but at close to seventy years old, he just didn't have the strength. Besides, I did not want to be responsible for an accident. I'd left him to feed and tend to the horses. Morning broke with watery light and rain pummeling the window. New York was loud. I heard the sounds of morning rush-hour traffic, a pervasive and endless din. Horns tooted. Brakes screeched from sudden stops. I hated New York even more. I was uncomfortable. My unshaved stubble itched. My teeth felt like they were coated in a thin layer of slime. My body ached from sitting too long in the uncomfortable chair. Billie let's be reasonable here." I try and persuade her. "We'll have some ice cream and then we can forget all about it." Her moist tongue distracted me. Kissing her was intensely arousing. I'd never have believed holding a ten-year-old girl in my arms, kissing her and having her hump my shaft while I played with her sexy panty-clad bum could be intoxicatingly arousing, so much more arousing than any woman I'd been with, but it was; a completely different experience.

For the next two days I luxuriated in the company of my niece in bed with me. I found it deeply pleasing. Having Michelle sleep with me was unlike anything I'd experienced. It was nothing like having a woman sleeping in bed. There was nothing sexual about it. It was just sweetly pleasurable. It was her diminutive size, delicate and young, and that incredible, amazing sleeping aroma that affected me so much and made having her in bed with me so perfect. I knew I wanted her, completely, totally. I wanted Michelle as my lover. No one excited me so much. With a smile, I realized that inhibiting barrier I'd suffered from might no longer be a problem. This problem usually happens after the computer has been on for sometime or if you've been browsing the Internet for a while. It was difficult to comprehend how erotic I now found this. I couldn't imagine anything sexier; a young girl fondling me and me groping her bare butt inside cotton panties. But sexier I found. A horse whinnied loudly reminding me I still had work to do. Hefting the feed, I continued to the stable.

Add your name or a friends and some details and you’ll have a personalized erotic story. Pretty cool. Sitting with my heels up on the coffee table, I smiled to myself and sipped a beer. Dusk was arriving. I'd been lazy all day and basked in the pleasure of Michelle's company. She'd played rambunctiously with Dracula, watched television, frowned and got angry at me when I refused to make French toast for lunch and, as punishment, refused to sit on the sofa next to me, instead taking to the floor and using Dracula as a pillow.

She inhaled gently and smelled him; a woody, leathery scent she just loved. Despite being warm, her face and feet felt cold. She opened her eyes. A shiver hit her and not from the cold. For a moment she studied Mitch. He looked so intense, his eyes darker than usual. She recognized the look; the one Daddy used to get when he'd tell her he could eat her up for breakfast. Then Mitch's eyes softened. It was amazing to watch, warmth flooding into them. That night scrabbling sounded and Dracula came tearing into the bedroom, leaping onto the bed and settling down, his tail thumping. A beautiful, energetic girl came racing in as if the bats of Hell were chasing her. I held the quilt up for her and she dived. They're made of a semi soft material, and they're very thin. They're still warm from minutes earlier when her feet had occupied them, and they're slightly damp as well. I try my best to not get hard as the most disgusting images i could possibly think come to mind. The following “Book Shelf Directories” have not been edited, formatted or categorized. These stories have been received from all over the world by authors and readers who wished to contribute to the archive.

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The furnace is broken. But I've started a fire in the living room. We can go sleep on the sofa. It'll be warm."

I WONDERED AT MY niece when she moaned in pleasure. How could washing her hair be almost orgasmic? Not that I minded. Staring at her sexy naked bottom with water and suds running down between sweet rounded cheeks was very arousing indeed. SHIVERING FROM THE HOWLING wind and driving snow, I waited for Dracula to do his stuff. He was completely unaffected by the weather, snow dusting his eyebrows making him look like an old dog, tongue lolling as he smiled at my discomfort before moving away on the trail of another scent, tail wagging. This work is currently completed, but I may continue it in the future. Language: English Words: 2,857 Chapters: 5/5 Comments: 45 Kudos: 2,381 Bookmarks: 194 Hits: 233,112 I blushed, he must’ve thought I was upset for how close he had placed his hand. “It’s okay.” I said. “It was a suggestion.”A sharp right threw me across the bench seat. A sudden stop almost had my face plastered to the clear polycarbonate divider. Kevin insisted she was a horse whisperer. I insisted it was her gentle, calm personality. We agreed to disagree.