Short Stories by Kristen

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Dracula barked at her, demanding attention. She glanced down at him and caught sight of me. A smile emerged on her pretty face. She waved. I smiled. Slowly my heart calmed. Michelle was sexy and soft and lovable in my arms. She smelled delicious. And when she sighed and murmured, trying to cuddle closer to me, I quite lost myself. There was no trace of regret in me. I wanted more. I wanted her. I'd just experienced something completely new and suddenly I felt jealous even though we were alone. I didn't want to share. I didn't want anyone else to feel what I had felt at that moment. She was mine, no one else's, only mine. With eyes closed, fondling her sexy bum gently, moist warmth descended. It felt so damned good. A small hand stroked. A tongue caressed. Her mouth slipped lower, her lips now on my shaft.

It was when you start jokingly looking for a job in the “community” was it told your loans were bought and you would be working at “your own” private practice. Your agreement was that you would record all your visits and leave detailed notes. You arrive at your office and your nurse and partner Celina is already there getting the place ready. She is a Hispanic female, more athletic build then you dark hair and bigger breast. She shares your same taste but she is bi. Then her eyes opened slowly. Pale olive green stared at me. I watched realization hit her; she was in my bed. She smiled softly. "Morning, Mitch." This is what I decided to change. I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me.

I hugged him too, when he did something for me, when I’d done something that made him proud or just because. I’ve seen pictures were you were holding me as a babe and you carried me with your hand there.” I replied. “When did it become too intimate? It hasn’t changed much, except for some hair.” 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. With the storm flailing away at us, work was impossible. I had no desire to do paperwork. A restless spirit pervaded me. The house felt like a toasty warm refuge from the world, isolated, me alone with Michelle and Dracula. I had a partial erection, but not just from the memory of cumming with Michelle last night - although that was an amazing experience I'd gladly repeat - but from the vivid memory of holding her tightly to me. I rolled out of bed, shivered, and tugged a bathrobe on. In the hall the thermostat confirmed it was ten degrees above freezing. Damn. The furnace was out again?

Michelle's breath was warm against me. Her tummy rubbed my erection side-to-side sending sexy thrills through me, the seductive fog of arousal settling. Damn but she felt good against me. The dream faded away, an ethereal wisp one could never cling to. Regret and a feeling of loss filled me. Then a scent arrived in my consciousness, an aroma familiar and deeply attractive. Cold morning light intruded. The air was cold on my face, my nose chilly. My body was toasty warm. The wind had diminished. Pristine white covered the landscape as far as the eye could see, the world blanketed in cotton. Snow still fell in large fluffy flakes gathering on Michelle's knit cap. Another peal of laughter echoed over the landscape when Dracula started rolling.His look took her breath away. The sly smile made her heart trip. The heat in his pretty eyes made her flush. His hand squeezed her bum. She couldn't stop herself. She kissed him, liking how he smiled against her lips. A twinkle appeared in his eyes. She smiled. She adored his attention. She adored Mitch.