Christmas Smut Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, I, his legal wife, had spent Christmas Eve holding a seafood platter filled with allergens, like a complete joke. A dull ache spread through my chest, but no tears came this time. The love I thought I had and the marriage I believed in had all been a lie, and the man I had given everything to had worked with someone else to play me for a fool. In that case, if what they wanted was their perfect little family, then I would give it to them.

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men. Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules. The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect. Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time. I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.

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.”

Both of us suddenly shy. "Merry Christmas," he said. "You already said that." "I'm saying it again. In private. Where I can actually mean it without everyone watching." "Merry Christmas, Derek." He reached over and took my hand, the same way he'd done a dozen times today in secret. But this time, we didn't have to let go. "Thank you for the bookmark," I said. "I meant what I said earlier. It's beautiful." "I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure if it was too much. Too presumptuous."

Hugo “Hey, you know Christmas is just around the corner,” I said, trying to lighten the mood between me and Frederick, who always seemed on the brink of exploding. “I’m not really in the mood for celebration, since you removed the only thing!” Frederick snapped back. “Yeah, right,” he added with a smirk, casually lighting up a cigarette in front of me. He hadn’t been much of a smoker before, but lately, it had become quite a bad habit. I’d tried smoking a few times myself, but thanks to my father, it felt almost like a part of me from the moment I was born.

But there, in the cold dawn, surrounded by pine trees, unlit lights, and a woman who arrived and turned everything upside down… I realize that maybe Christmas is doing something to me. Something dangerous. Something good. And maybe—just maybe—I don’t want to stop it.

It's a special moment, and they all feel a sense of connection and belonging. It's December, and Samantha and Andrew are getting ready for the holidays. They are hosting a Christmas party at their home, and they are excited to see all of their family and friends. They decorate the house with lights and ornaments, and they bake cookies and make hot chocolate. On Christmas Eve, they sit around the fireplace and read stories to their grandchildren. They feel a deep sense of joy and gratitude, knowing that they have everything they could ever want.

And after minutes of riding his erection, him sucking and biting on my boobs, my body seizes and I cry out in bliss as I squirt all over him, my panties completely soiled. I drop my head on his shoulder, breathing like I've just ran a marathon. He rubs down my back and helps me relax. I'm so sure there's a proud smirk on his handsome face right now. “After all of this, I'm going to take you somewhere, a vacation where we can celebrate Christmas properly. I didn't care much for it but I know you do. So now I do.” He whispers and my heart flutters like it has wings. I manage to sit up, my head spinning as I look at him. I was right, he's smirking.

“Do one snow angel with me, and then I promise to take you inside and warm you back up.” “And how are you going to do that?” Katie asked with a devious smile. Sam winked. “You’ll just have to find out. But until then—” He dropped to the snow and pulled Katie’s legs out from under her, and she tumbled on top of him. Katie lay in the snow, tangled up in Sam’s arms. She stared into his eyes, then pressed her lips against his. “Merry Christmas.” Sam’s eyes widened. “It’s Christmas?”

The two are able to set aside their emotional issues and focus on the connection between their bodies and souls thanks to the physical intercourse that takes place between them. / / As the holiday draws closer, the decorations in the streets become more elaborate, and Samuel takes advantage of one of his few days off from work to accompany Letitia on a shopping excursion. Before he left the house, he unexplainably pulled out a small present for Letitia, but when he opened it, it turned out to be a Santa hat with rabbit ears on it. Letitia's expression conveyed revulsion as she asked, "What is this?" Samuel took it from him and placed it on his head, saying, "Isn't it cute? I saw it right awa