Short Stories by Kristen

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Afternoon faded into evening. An endless parade of movies accompanied card games, Michelle the absolute worst winner in the world. She gloated and taunted, "Beaten by a girl, Mitch!" grinning and shuffling, the cards falling all over the place, "Oops," collecting them up and dealing again, "Another game. Try harder. This is sooo easy!" Brrrr! Cold!" she exclaimed, scooting to me, icy feet wiggling under my legs, a cold nose pressed to my side. Mr. Lange, let me extend my condolences," he said, his voice surprisingly deep for a man his size, rich and calming. He exuded care through his voice. Arms swept her up. She felt Mitch's naked body against her. Wrestling, suddenly not cold anymore, she tugged the pesky sweater off, panting from all the exertion. Kevin tilted his head and stared. "You think I'm stupid or something? What do you think I've done? Sat around with my thumb up my ass waiting for you to grace me with your pearls of wisdom?"

Another powerful wave of excitement shook me. Suddenly I didn't want to be the first. I wanted Michelle to cum first. I knew if it was me I'd have no energy left to do anything but breathe. 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? A moment or two later, Michelle slowly lifted herself up, her beautiful eyes staring at me, a soft smile on her pretty face. Her legs fell to my sides. She tilted her hips and, with hands on my stomach supporting herself, she pressed her pouty little pussy to my shaft. We weren’t very physical at the time. We did not hug or kiss. I don’t think we ever touched unless accidentally. Groaning loudly, I rolled onto my side. My hand was red, soaked in blood. It poured into my left eye partially blinding me. Shit! Grabbing a handful of snow, I slapped it against my brow and held it, momentary dizziness passing. Kevin's hands helped me stand on shaky legs. We hobbled up to the house.MOVEMENT SHOOK THE BED waking me. Dracula flopped down heavily on my feet. Opening my eyes I saw Michelle standing in the doorway shivering. Morning arrived with dull gray light and howling winds and a cold room. Morning arrived with Michelle on her front, her head partially under the pillow, quilt pulled high. I looked at her quietly, not moving just appreciating her youthful beauty. Amazingly I grew erect just looking at her. Remembering the feel of her wonderful butt in my hand, I reached out under the covers and carefully placed my hand on her bum; so perfectly small and seductive, so damned sexy. Nooooo. Can't say that I have," Kevin answered then added a grin revealing tobacco-stained teeth. "I'm not sure there's ever been a need for him to hug me." 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.” I WASN'T USED TO the cacophony of cities. The urgent rush of pedestrians along the wet sidewalks with heads bent against blustery autumn rain, some fighting wayward umbrellas, others holding folded newspapers over their heads as if keeping their hair dry was more important than keeping their clothes dry, was all strange to me. It had been too long.

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. Entering revolving doors, the smell of disinfectant couldn't mask the scent of illness and decay and fear. A few inquiries and I found myself sitting in front of a dapper little man, no more than five-five, partially balding, sharp chin, sharp nose and, contrasting the impression of coldness, a gentle smile and warm brown eyes behind wire-framed glasses. His hands rested quietly on the desk, fingernails perfectly trimmed and spotlessly clean. Authors and readers from around the world have submitted stories to this collection. All of the stories have been formatted for easy reading. (If you find that a link is broken, or a story with incomplete or incorrect author information, please let us know.) Directory 01His hands washed, calming her. His fingers massaged sending waves of relaxation through her. Her knees weakened. The shower warmed her. Her body melted. This was so nice. Maybe she could live here for a while, in the shower with Mitch massaging her head. Mom said it was all right as long as no one knew and I only did what I wanted, never what I thought she or Daddy might want me to do. Are you sure you don't want to?" Scrabbling disrupted the silence. A silver bullet tore around the corner of the house. Warmth flooded me. I smiled. Maybe that's why I was caught by surprise. A sudden blast of wind from a new direction coupled with my weakened state and I had no control. Tumbling off the peak, I rolled awkwardly down the roof and was launched into the air. The fall felt like forever. White blinded me. I hit the ground fifteen feet below hard enough to loosen my teeth, snow only partly cushioning my landing. But the shovel handle landing on my face did real damage. It slammed into my forehead and addled my brain, a burst of white-hot pain flashing through my head. Ten minutes later I found the problem. The oil-fired furnace was on the blink. While talented, my skills did not include furnace repair, thus, another ten minutes and I had a fire roaring in the living room casting off welcome heat. Michelle was in my bed buried under the quilt and eyes peeking out when I returned.

The place was a bit disorganized. Clothes sort of hung here and there, and dirty dishes filled the sink. She smelled coffee and tobacco in the air. 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. 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. That startled me out of the seductive fog that had settled over me. Yes, I wanted her to help with my erection. There was no denying it, no fooling myself. The thought of exploring a sexual relationship with Michelle was intensely exciting.

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I stared and throbbed, aroused, a fog of need settling over me. She looked surprised when I wrapped a big, fluffy towel around her and another around my waist, the towel tented by a determined erection. I felt his muscles tense up and realized my question might’ve sounded a bit naughtier than I had intended.

I distracted my now precarious condition by returning my mouth to her sexy pussy, my nose pressed between firm bum cheeks. I kissed her moist slit and teased the nub of her clitoris. Against my tongue it felt much larger than it looked, soft, moving around under my caress. Her scent grew stronger, mustier, heavier, still light but now undeniably sexy and girl, all girl. Add your name or a friends and some details and you’ll have a personalized erotic story. Pretty cool. Michelle started wiggling on me, not stroking, just wiggling, her pussy pooching out, plump and seductive. She reached for my hands. With a look of inward concentration, she casually brought them up to her chest and placed them on her little buds. I rubbed them. She wiggled. Feeling bolder than usual one night, I took his hand and placed it on the mound above my pussy. Just the fabric of my panties separating us. Look! Watch, Mitch," she instructed. "Dracula eats snowballs!" she exclaimed lobbing another, Dracula jumping and snapping the snowball, his snout covered in white.The Kristen Archives is based upon Kristen’s collection of erotic stories. It was begun by her in 1997 and has been built on extensively since then. You will find every type of sexual situation covered in these stories; there have been no judgments made as far as subject. In the archive, you will find well over 15,000 erotic stories, plus illustrated archives, Kristen’s own stories, as well as the archives of respected writers whose works have been posted to the alt.sex.stories.moderated and alt.sex.stories newsgroups. thekristenarchives Man she was a beautiful child. "Morning. It's Unc . . ." Oh to Hell with it! If she didn't want to call me uncle, so be it.