Christmas Smut Novels & Stories

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

What followed was Christmas morning chaos Charlotte opening presents with the enthusiasm of someone who’d been personally deprived, James watching from Seraphine’s lap with wide eyed confusion, wrapping paper everywhere, the particular joy and exhaustion of young children experiencing Christmas. “MAMA! DADA! Look what Santa brought!” Charlotte held up the large dollhouse she’d been requesting for months. “It’s PERFECT! Santa knows EVERYTHING!” “Santa is very observant,” Damien agreed, already starting to assemble the dollhouse which had approximately four thousand small pieces.

“Right here on the rug. Santa wants to unwrap his present properly.” I sank down onto the plush fur, the heat from the dying fire licking across my skin. He knelt between my thighs, his eyes hidden behind the hood of his coat, raking over every inch of me like he was memorizing. “Look at this body,” he murmured, almost reverent. “Tits flushed and marked, nipples hard as fucking diamonds, pussy swollen and dripping with two loads already.” “This is prettiest Christmas gift I’ve ever seen.” He leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the top of my breasts, then dragged his tongue in a slow, wet line down between my breasts, over my navel, stopping just above my clit.

she says while rubbing her pussy in pleasure. “Sucking my dick turns you on”? She answers by sucking me so hard I almost see stars. Shit, I might have entered a deal with the devil after all and I can't wait for all the surprises I'll be getting for this Christmas even if it means my name would be on the naughty list. Christmas here I come.

He yelled. I let the black coat fall to the floor. There I was, in nothing but the sheer red lingerie, my heavy tits barely contained, nipples rock hard, and my crotchless thong soaked through. Juices still glistened on my inner thighs from earlier. I could smell my own arousal in the air. Damien looked me up and down slowly, like I was something disgusting he’d stepped in. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered. “Look at you. Just look at what you’ve become.”

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.

While Sandro is just standing on the side, just on his signature half-smile. "Oh my, thank you! I didn't expect this," Demie beamed, smiling from ear to ear. She then closed her eyes and thanked God for everything. "Merry Christmas everyone!" Demie greeted them after she blew the candle. The look on Demie's face is priceless. She never celebrated Christmas and her birthday like this before. This is truly the start of spicing up her life, just what she planned. And the first part will end later.

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

She says to me, “Juniper,” Dante's husky voice sounds and I look up, blinking at him and wondering what he wants this time. “Do you want anything in particular for Christmas?” Yes, for you to leave me alone! I wish that was the truth. What I want is quite the opposite. As much as I try to deny it, I love having him all over me, I love the way he worships my body and that is all I want for Christmas. I want this hot Alpha daddy for Christmas.