Category Archives: Christmas
Steph & Cherry: Christmas Goose — Christopher Newman
The holiday season was here at last. Since the first of the month, when I’d been introduced to a part of myself I didn’t know existed it was a truly Happy Christmas. Cherry, my flat-mate and a burly female lorry driver named Toni had caught me peeping in on them. To be truthful I thought [...]
What’s That Under the Mistletoe? — Giselle Renarde
They were the most ridiculous undies I’d ever seen. And, yes, I’m well aware that a woman’s never supposed to laugh at a man with his pants down, but I couldn’t help it. I’d never seen Lars in a thong before, and I’d certainly never seen him in novelty underwear. “What’s that under the mistletoe?” [...]
Naughty and Nice — Brett Slocum
Everything was perfect. The colored lights outside twinkled in rhythm. Balls, tinsel, and fancy ornaments decorated the tree. Garlands and greeting cards hung along the mantel. Fuck the milk and cookies — I’d put three fingers of Black Label and a fat Cohiba cigar near the over-stuffed chair. I lounged on the sofa, my head [...]
Consumer Passion — P.J. Rosier
She finished writing the note and stared at its one sentence. It looked OK. She folded it and placed it in an envelope. Going out into the cold dark night, she pulled her coat closer as she went to the special post box in the big shopping mall. The lights and crowds of people made [...]
The Advent Calendar — Annabeth Leong
December 1 “Advent calendars aren’t supposed to be black,” Zack said. “Everyone’s a critic,” Eliza returned, attaching the thick cardboard sheet to the inside door of his closet with two thumbtacks. “Couldn’t you have gotten me the kind with chocolate inside?” “You’ll like this better, I promise.” “Why don’t you put it in the living [...]
The Librarian’s Christmas Stocking — Chrissie Bentley
Firm fingers pulled my pussy apart although it needed very little encouragement. I was wet even before his tongue lapped the pink, could feel the panties he’d dragged down sopping against my stockinged foot, and the tight fawn skirt bunched against my back and that, too, felt moist. Ridiculously, I hoped it had not stained, [...]
Christmas Magic — Angela Sargenti