Christmas Fan Novels & Stories

I want to show him that Christmas isn't about the material things; it's about being with family and enjoying each other's company. And I'm going to give daddy the best company around: My young body waiting for him under the Christmas tree! He should be with someone who makes him truly happy, not some horrible woman who runs when the going gets rough. Daddy is the type of man you stick with no matter what. I'm not just going to wait. I woke up so early that not a creature was stirring, not even my dog Faust. I did it all to set up this whole scrumptious situation.

And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places. But it’s just a fantasy. I mean, Santa isn’t real, right? So it’s not like I’m going to get what I want on my Christmas list anytime soon. At least that’s what I thought… It was Christmas Eve and I’d spent it with my girlfriends, drinking wine and getting lit talking about girl stuff and the subject inevitably turned to sex, as it always does when the girls get to drinking, and I, sort of, admitted my secret fantasy.

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

On Christmas Eve, I finally dragged myself out to beg for food. The giant screen outside the mall was blasting headlines about Leon and Chloe. Apparently, to welcome Chloe to the family estate, Leon had dropped a ridiculous amount of money lighting up the entire city. Everything would go off at midnight. Under the screen, a kind shop owner handed me a bread roll. I scarfed it down, thanking him again and again. Didn't matter that I stayed tucked in a corner. Security still came over and chased me off. Night fell. My whole body shook as the last bit of warmth drained out of me.

She lunged forward and slapped me across the face. "This is all your fault! You can't stand seeing me happy, can you? Ever since you were a child, you've been a scheming little vixen, stirring up trouble everywhere you go. Look at what you've done now. Your father wants a divorce. Are you finally happy?"

I twist the fidget ring on my middle finger that Kane got me for christmas. Dammit. Does everything have to be a reminder of him??

I answered, and they all nodded in agreement. "All right, sir, we would start making preparations; the notice has already been sent out, and participants are already flowing in," Brenda smiled, packing up the folder while the other members were already exiting my office. "All right, sir, enjoy your holiday. Merry Christmas in advance." I gave a nod, watching her intensely as her back faced me, walking out with her small butt swaying slightly. Every season of Christmas I organized a play for myself. Since I don't have family and friends to enjoy the season with, I decided years ago to organize a steamy vacation where people come to perform kinky stuff that I love while I watch and enjoy the s

Now it was an unspoken rule in the company because I wouldn't have it any other way. A text notification lit up the screen of my phone, snagging my attention away from the past, and I picked it up, quickly dialing the number of the agency Parker had just sent, and waited with bated breath as it rang. “You have reached The Xmas Xpress, Erika speaking. What can I do for you?” a feminine voice chirped in one breath with practiced professionalism. “Um, hello, I'd like to book a Santa Claus mascot,” I said, shifting on my feet.

And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places. But it’s just a fantasy. I mean, Santa isn’t real, right? So it’s not like I’m going to get what I want on my Christmas list anytime soon. At least that’s what I thought… It was Christmas Eve and I’d spent it with my girlfriends, drinking wine and getting lit talking about girl stuff and the subject inevitably turned to sex, as it always does when the girls get to drinking, and I, sort of, admitted my secret fantasy.

As if he could read her mind, he answered her silent questions at once… "I picked them up from the basement parking, right after you threw them out from your car. I just happened to be there at that time. I also chose to make these my Christmas angels this year. So, no matter what you decide regarding us, I'm still taking care of MY KIDS for this holiday season. That means they'll be expecting more presents from me and that's because of these angels," he explained with his sweet, charming smile in full force. And once again, she melted…