Christmas Letters For Girlfriend Novels & Stories

he smirks, "then you'll know." *** "Toff," I call him as I scan the letters I just collected from our mailbox. "Yes, wifey?" That always get me to smile so wide I can't believe I've married my best friend for three weeks now. "I think this one is for you." I walk to him with the letters, watching him read something on his tab as he sips coffee from the mug he gave us for our one week-versary. 'Best Sex, Best Husband, Money-back guaranteed.'

Time to walk up! Karter rolls over and rubs his eyes, "Isn't it like 8 am?" There comes that morning voice again, ugh. "Yeah and everyone's waiting for us downstairs. It's Christmas!" I announce. Karter sits up and smiles at me. How does someone look this good after walking up? God I'm so lovesick. "Merry Christmas babe." Karter leans in and places a kiss on my right cheek. "Merry Christmas my sex god of a boyfriend" I grin at him.

I believe God will bring our ways back together and I can't wait for that day that I spinnyou in my arms and feel your warmth again, that day that I take in the magical scent of your fragrance, until then I jold my peace and I cross the entire oceans to be with you…… I love you…… My beautiful night sky… I read the letter out loud with so much joy in my head and I just wanted to burst into tears, in fact I was already in tears. Barely months that I had known him and I could say that my love for him knows no bounds, he might not know it fully but he holds my heart and I hope I hold his. I held the letter tightly to my chest and I didn't want to let go. It felt like he was there with me. It fel

I almost wanted to apologize. Suddenly, Colin spoke up. His husky, masculine voice filled my ears. "As my girlfriend, shouldn't you put the decorations up yourself?" Huh? Did that mean that he liked my presents and he wasn't mad? Colin chuckled. His broad hands patted my head, and he leaned in to kiss my hair. I felt his warm breath tickling my scalp, and sweet words began to pour out of his lips. "Babe, you're the best present I could ever ask for. Once I have you, I don't need presents anymore.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

"Why don't you go first? Read yours." Jaxon cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the page. When he looked up at me. "Dear Chloe," he read, his voice slightly uneven. "I wrote about how we used to be. I miss how you used to look at me. I miss how you were the only person who didn't expect me to be perfect all the time. I know I messed up. I know the party was a disaster, and I’m sorry. I just want things to go back to how they were. I miss my best friend and my girlfriend. XOXO Jax."

We kiss for many seconds until we're both breathless, our hearts pounding so loud we can hear it. “Merry Christmas doll.” Jaxon whispers against my parted, throbbing lips. He caresses my face, his greenish-amber eyes telling me just how much he loves me and will never let me go. I shift closer to him, careful not to let his cock pull out, then I touch his lips with my trembling fingers and whisper to him with all my heart, “Merry Christmas Daddy.”

“Are you free tonight?” My heart dropped a little. Tonight was Christmas dinner. There were guests coming. There would be loud conversations and cleaning afterward. No chance to leave the house. “I’m not free,” I said softly. “My family is having people over.” “I see…” he said. He sounded disappointed. “I know it’s short notice, but… I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. I thought maybe I could spend it with you.” My breath stopped for a moment. He wanted to spend Christmas… with me?

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.

"Thankyou!" "Thank you to you too! Let's go.." She grabbed my hand and then I saw Christian standing in front of his locker. I gestured Lia to wait and I made my way to him. I grabbed his chocolate, the cheesecake and the letter. I poked his shoulder and he turned to me. "Happy Valentine's day, Christian Russo." I smiled as I put all of the things I want to give him right in front of him. "For you.." I said and he shook his head.