Christmas Taboo

I’m sprawled on my bed, half-buried in a pile of clothes I’m supposed to be packing. 

My tiny apartment smells like laundry and the faint peppermint candle I lit to feel festive. 

At 23, I’ve got my life together—mostly. I’m smart, I know what I want, and I’m not afraid to go after it. But it's not about having it all figured out, I have crazy wild fantasies and secrets that could damage everything.

But there’s this secret side of me, another side of me, the one I keep locked away, where I let myself be wild. 

Tonight, that side’s winning.

My phone buzzes, and I grin, grabbing it. 

The app’s hidden behind a fake calculator icon, my little secret. It’s him, the stranger I’ve been texting for months. 

On the app, he’s ShadowWolf, and I’m FireVixen. The name’s cheesy, but it fits the vibe—hot, dangerous, no strings.

“What are you wearing, FireVixen?” ShadowWolf asks.

I glance down at my outfit: an old T-shirt that’s too short, barely covering my black lacy panties. I bite my lip, typing fast.

“Just a T-shirt, riding up. Black lace panties, super tight. You will definitely like it and it will drive you crazy.”

His reply pops up quickly, making my stomach flip.

“Fuck, I can picture you on that bed. Should I tell you something nasty?”

“Go for it,” I type, my heart picking up.

“If I were with you, I would grab your boobs, slow at first, feeling you up. Then I will slide my hand down, beneath your panties, rubbing your clits and fingering your pussy till you’re shaking.”

I gasp, my hand slipping under my shirt. I touch my boobs, squeezing my nipples, and a soft moan escapes. 

Damn, he’s good at this. My phone buzzes again.

“Then I’d slam your tight pussy hole, fuck you till you beg me to stop. Fuck, I can picture it clearly—your naked body, shaking under my touch while you moan and scream like a little girl.”

“You sound like you’d waste me, and I love it,” I reply, my fingers trembling as I type. 

My body is gradually reacting, and I’m lost in the fantasy—snowy nights, his hands, no rules. 

This is my escape, where I don’t have to be perfect Zara, the girl who’s got it all together.

A key turns in the lock, and Jess’s voice snaps me back. “Zara, you better not still be texting that creep when I’ve got pizza!”

I laugh, locking my phone fast, but not before ShadowWolf’s latest message flashes: I’d taste every inch of you. My cheeks burn as I sit up, shoving my hair back.

“Just packing, and packing’s a nightmare for me,” I say, dodging Jess’s suspicious grin who have been my best friend since forever. 

She knows me too well. 

“You sure you’re up for this weird family Christmas marathon, or should we just ditch them?” I ask, definitely not feeling the vibe of this so called holiday.

Jess flops onto the couch, kicking off her boots. “Free food, snow, and your mom’s wine stash? I’m in. Plus, I gotta see these stepbrothers.”

“They both sound like jerks,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.

 My mom remarried some guy named Richard out of nowhere, and now I’m stuck spending weeks at his fancy mansion for this over-the-top pre-Christmas thing. 

Apparently, they think the regular holiday’s too short, so they drag it out forever. I haven’t met my new stepbrothers, Liam and Kayden, but I’m already dreading it.

“Oh, please, you haven’t even met them,” Jess says, opening the pizza box.

“When I see a jerk, even from a picture taken ten years ago, I’d know,” I shoot back, crossing my arms. “I blame my mom. How could she get married out of the blue to a man I never heard of?” I’m pissed, and it shows.

“Give her a break, Zara. She deserves to be happy too and maybe who knows, Richard might be exactly what she needs,” Jess says, softer now.

“Whatever,” I mumble, grabbing a slice of pizza.

We eat, laugh, and talk about everything—her new job, my annoying boyfriend Adrian, the trip tomorrow. Jess is my rock, always there when I’m spiraling. 

After we finish, we tackle my packing, folding clothes and joking about how I’ll survive a month of family drama. 

By the time we’re done, it’s late, and Jess crashes on the couch, out cold, I cover her with a blanket and slip back into bed, the apartment quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. 

My phone’s still there, tempting me. I grab it, opening the app.

“Tell me more, ShadowWolf,” I text, my pulse already racing.

He doesn’t disappoint. “I’d have you on my face. My tongue, playing with your clit while you suck my hard 8inches fat cock. I will lay you down and fuck you roughly with my two big fingers till you cum, only then will my cock slam your pussy”

I bite my lip, my hand sliding under the covers. My fingers slip into my panties, moving slow at first, matching his words. 

I imagine him here, his voice rough, his touch rougher. 

My breathing gets heavy, my body tightening as I rub myself, lost in the heat of it. 

ShadowWolf keeps going, describing every move, every thrust, and I’m right there with him, my fingers faster now, chasing that edge. A soft whimper slips out, and I clamp my mouth shut, hoping Jess doesn’t hear.

“I’d fuck you so hard, you’d forget your name,” he writes, and I’m done for. 

My body shakes, pleasure hitting me like a wave, and I gasp, riding it out. I collapse back, panting, my phone still in my hand. This guy’s dangerous, but I can’t stop.

I’m about to text him back when my phone buzzes—not the app, but a call. Adrian. 

His name on the screen feels like a bucket of ice water. He’s been texting all day, whining about me going to the mansion without him. I ignore it, guilt twisting in my gut. He doesn’t know about ShadowWolf, and he never will.

Just then a text from ShadowWolf interrupts my thoughts: a picture of his extra-large dick standing erect and a text that reads “Let's meet, and I will show you the magic this dude can do with your body” 

I gasp and swallow hard “Meet me?” I murmur.