Short Stories by Kristen

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In the corner a fire crackled in the large hearth providing both warmth to the room and a flickering light. You have just established your private practice in a Big city with the help of some clients you that you found with the help of some dark web forums. I held her petite body tight, loving how she felt in my arms, loving holding her delightful little bum, loving her sensual kiss. Chuckling, I pulled clothes on while Michelle dressed for a journey to the Arctic Circle; thick winter socks, long johns, jeans, T-shirt and thick sweater. Strumming her clit, Michelle climaxed for me with a quiet moan, her bum twitching, body jerking, her hand holding onto my erection.

For twenty-some minutes she talked, Kismet occasionally nodding or shaking her head as if answering Michelle. I have a problem, I like having sex with people when they are unconscious and to add to that I fantasize about my daughter. Princess describes the escalation of the intimate relationship she has with her Daddy and the sexual exploits that happen along the way.Gently caressing her breast bud over her T-shirt I rubbed it in circles then squeezed it carefully between my thumb and index finger. Settling between her legs, I reached under her to cup her perfect buttocks and pressed my mouth to her pussy. Another wave hit and I cried out my pleasure, erupting, spitting cum in an exquisite pulse, swelling, cumming, swelling again, cumming in her mouth, my hips jerking uncontrollably.

Christmas dinner was eaten at lunch with Kevin joining us, Michelle bending his ear on how great Kismet was, how pretty she was, and how Kismet was now her new bestest friend, adding, "after you . But, despite my racing heart, despite raging arousal and aching need, when I thought it couldn't possibly get any better than this, it did.Morning, Mitch," Michelle greeted me, a soft smile emerging on her pretty face, the quilt tucked around her to let no cold air in.

A stable and two barns sat together further down the hill, their old distressed wood needing a fresh coat of paint. She smiled with pleasure, slipped off my lap and climbed back on facing me, her legs dangling over my thighs. Her breath formed a white cloud as I led her by the hand to the stable, walking slowly and carefully.

What I said was true though, those past few weeks, all those interactions had been initiated by me, not him. My breathing was a bit ragged when I eased her gray cotton panties down to reveal her glorious little bum.

In the tack room, hidden above where she could reach, was a new saddle waiting for her - both a Christmas present.But the kiss, so soft, lingering just a few moments longer than an ordinary kiss and combined with a tight hug, had felt wonderful. Just below, where sexy labia converged, protected deep in her cleft, was a little dark opening, her entrance.