Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410
Some people really look forward to the holiday season because of their family traditions. Mine are a little, unusual and I wouldn’t say I look forward to them. See, every Thanksgiving and Christmas, my whole family gets together, and we, of course, enjoy a big meal, but after that, they enjoy me.
My Mommy takes me upstairs while everyone enjoys pies and puddings. She bathes me carefully, brushing my hair and scrubbing every inch of my body until I’m perfectly presentable. Next, she dresses me up in her lingerie, it’s a little silly since I’m so small, and it doesn’t fit me correctly, but she says that’s what they like.
Family Traditions
By the time she parades me back down the stairs, all the evidence of a normal family meal is gone, and the couch bed is pulled out. Daddy, Grandpa, and two of my uncles have a dark energy vibrating off of them. As if they waited all year, saving up all the naughtiness in them just to take it out on my body.
My aunties and Grandma are on their knees getting the men ready for me. They wipe at their chins, gather their things, and rush back into the kitchen when Mommy and I appear.
Mommy smiles; I think she is proud to have someone to offer them. She pushes at my back and reminds me to do as they say. I feel so alone when she steps back and turns the football game up really loud. I assume it’s so the neighbors don’t hear me screaming.
Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410