Christmas Heat Miser Novels & Stories

Leighton It's freezing cold tonight, temps dropping low enough that it's gotten chilly in the house. I just checked the thermostat and it reads fifty-nine. Which wouldn't be so bad if I knew how to work the heat. Central heat wasn't something we had at my house. Everyone assumes moonshiners are rich, and to an extent they are, but most of them are greedy, too. And instead of doing things like giving your kids central heat, you go out and purchase a sixty-thousand-dollar truck for a teenage kid who doesn't understand responsibility and gets put in jail a year after getting it. None of my family has a sensible bone in their body, and they suffer for it.

I saw him smoking and trust me I hate myself for finding him hot while smoking. Of Course He looked hot but while smoking he looked extra hot which is not good for my health. God why does he have to smoke? You made him so perfect but I understand God is the same to everyone. You could've made him less handsome, it would've worked but why smoking?? Just why?? Don't worry God we'll have a talk on this later first let me stop him. That smoke is ruining the whole mood. It smelled so nice because of the rain. The mood is just so good but no it had to be ruined. Good now I'm getting angry. Arghhh

She asked. “Uhm… the part where you guys were intimate.” He said and pursed his lips. “Inti… no, a kiss on the cheek doesn’t count as intimate.” “Well, I can’t kiss you on the cheek, can I? Only Director Leclerc can do that, because he’s your boyfriend and that certainly counts as intimate.” Aria rolled her eyes. “I hate that you have a point. Why were you even out here?”

Christmas was going to be a disaster. And maybe… something much worse.

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.

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

I sat on the edge of my bed and pressed play. The video started. Sarah appeared on the screen. My sister looked so real. Her dark curly hair spread across the pillow. Her warm brown skin looked pale and tired. She tried to sit up but Mr. Havisham pushed her back down. “You should have stayed quiet,” he said in that cold voice I knew too well. “The baby was a mistake. You became too greedy.”

He smirked. "Come on guys! I thought winter was over , so now why are you shivering? Should I turn on the heater for you?" He said and started to slowly circle around the people in the room. No one was safe…with Austin Martin in the room. He really looked pissed and whenever he was pissed things were to get dirty and bloody. This is the real him… "Ms Mary, are you sure you don't want the warmth of a heater? You seem to shiver so much" He said as he stopped behind the black haired woman.

I wrap my arms around myself, moving from one foot to the other. "Yes, really." He reaches out, touches me. "You're cold." "Just a bit." He casts around the nearby stores, then points. "How about a hot chocolate?" "Sounds lovely." Indoors, it's warm and merrily heading for Christmas. Decorations drape from the ceiling. A tree leans lopsidedly against the end wall and the counter is piled with mince pies, stollen bread and spiced buns. I wrap chilled fingers around a large mug of cinnamon milk. It's hot and frothy, deliciously fragrant and spicy, and so.... in-season....

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.