Carta Para Santa Novels & Stories

“It’s hard to say, buddy. But if you want a sister, you can always ask Santa for one. He’ll know what to do.” Linton’s face brightened at the thought. “You think Santa can really bring me a sister?” “Of course!” Anton chuckled, “But you have to wait until next Christmas. In the meantime, you can keep wishing really hard.” “Okay!” Linton said, his spirits lifted as he bounced on his feet. “I’ll write him a letter!” David and Isabella exchanged glances, both touched by the conversation unfolding before them. “That’s a great idea, Linton,” Isabella encouraged. “And we’ll make sure to help you send it off to Santa.”

When she was sure it was safe, she shrugged. "I guess I got an early Christmas present. I must have done something really good to get Santa's attention," Lexi said and chuckled at her own sense of humor. She gingerly walked toward her desk and gently picked up the white envelope. There were some words written in calligraphic style addressed to her. Lexi corked her brows at the lettering. "What did you bring me, Santa?" She muttered to herself as she gently tore open the envelope. She could feel her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She did not know what lay in wait for her. For all she knew, it could even be a bomb.

Christian asked, “Where are your parents?” “They are talking to the father.” She said, and Christian nodded. “And what is in your hand?” He looked at the paper and pen in her hand. “I am writing a letter to Santa Claus.” She chirped and Christian smiled. “I will toss it into the fireplace. The draught carries the letters up the chimney and Santa reads the smoke.” She answered innocently, and Christian chuckled. “You can also try?” The girl offered a pen and paper to Christian, and he contemplated before accepting.

I spread her legs apart, and claimed her pussy inch by inch. "I want more, Carlos!" I slammed into her, giving her one thrust after another, and right when she came, I did too. Maria came up panting. "Merry Christmas, Darling!" I chuckled and then claimed her mouth. The next morning, Maria got up early to help Madre make Christmas breakfast. The dining room table was covered in pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, gravy, biscuits, and muffins. Marco joined us as well. After we ate, we settled in the Family room, to open gifts. Madre passed out the gifts. She always enjoyed playing Santa. We took turns opening gifts from "Santa". Madre still put " from Santa" on all the gifts she

taking the pen from him , i signed ,thanked him and made my way back to the cushion where I was sitting. As I unfolded the envelope,it had an international postal code, OANDO CANADA , who would send me a letter from canada? ... "Santiago is out for you and your mother, he would do anything to have you both pleading for you lives at his feet and would be glad to deny it , nonetheless I could help you , save you both, if only you move down here to canada, I won't be able to protect you across the sea , I don't expect

she yelled as the guards dragged her towards the door. “Get her out of here now!” Rina commanded, her voice uncharacteristically sharp. Santa Claus is Coming to Town? I thought as I finally turned around to face Clara. She was being hauled back into the hallway, but she didn’t stop screaming. “Remember the lyrics, Aurora, and you will find answers to what you are searching for! Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Remember the lines, Aurora! That is all I can say!” “What does that even mean?” Sasha asked as she turned towards me. “If she is trying to pass a message across to you, then you need to hear her out,” she suggested. “It might be important.”

Curious, I went over and picked it up. It was a letter written to Santa in blue crayon. My heart dropped when I read the words. ‘Dear Santa. All I want for Christmas is for my Daddy Luigi to come home. I’ve been a good boy. I don’t even need any presents. He’s in jail but he shouldn’t be there. That’s what my Mommy says. So please get him out and bring him home to me. Love Carl. PS – Mira wants a new barbie doll house. And Leo wants a Star Wars Lego set. So if you could bring that too, that would be nice.’

Santa smirked, “I don't think that'd be enough for you. Tell me everything you want and I’ll have it fulfilled.” My heart pounded from excitement as I moved closer to the handsome Santa, falling on my knees before looking up at him while wetting my red lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth in the process. “I want you to touch me. Caress my whole being, make my sexual fantasy come true. Kiss me, tie me, spank me, tell me the flirtiest words, and fuck me through the holidays until I smell of my “Lusty Holidays”. I moaned and he laughed.

I laughed with them and we drank more wine but an idea had begun in my chardonnay-soaked brain that by the time I got home, I just had to act on. Sometimes wishes came true, right? Maybe mine would. I wriggled out of my lavender lace panties and placed them on the small table by the fireplace, all the while laughing at my own actions, then scribbled a short note. It read something like this: Dear Santa, I’ve been a bad, bad girl but I have something sweet for you! Come find me, big boy and I’ll give you something to remember that will warm up those frosty nights! Yours truly,

The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud Dear Year, No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. From: Secret santa. She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin.