Christmas Themed Novels For Adults นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Once upon a time, there was a wealthy merchant who was not only blessed with riches and fortune but also with twelve children." Miss Yumi flipped to the beginning of the storybook showing six dashing men with muscly, chiseled features that reminded Cathedra of the ancient sculptures of Greek gods she often sees in books. Beside them were five beautiful ladies, clad in gorgeous dresses and excessive jewelry. In contrast to the five extravagant women in the picture, there was one beside them who was dressed in a plain and simple dressed, standing meekly beside her sisters. However, compared to the other five, with their flashy, attention-grabbing garments, sparkling jewelry, and make-up caked

Dawn said excitedly. Kevin laughed, and said, "Oh, I can't wait to see that letter to Santa! Dear Santa: Please bring my whole family a trip to Fantasy Cay so we can all fuck and suck together. I have been a very naughty girl all year, and want to be even naughtier. Love, Dawn." They all laughed, and as Vickie expanded the video screen, again, she said, "I always do have a hard time figuring out what to get you two for Christmas."

While he’s in a denim jacket, grey tee, usual black jeans and hiking boots. “This place is nice,” I whisper as we step into a warm, glowing restaurant, giving a stark contrast to the cold outside. There are more customers than I expected, beautiful Christmas decorations everywhere. I spot a trio of blond kids noisily choosing presents from under a Christmas tree. Smiling adoringly at them is an old man wearing a Christmas hat. He’s eating alone at the end of our row, I’m sure the cute kids have made his day. This feels nice. To go out, have a breath of fresh air, and enjoy the spirit of Christmas.

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

I lightly brushed his chest. “I can see you want it to,” I whispered. “Don’t deny yourself pleasure.” He jumped and turned to face me. “I cast out the devil, Father return your daughter to a pure heart,” he said, clutching his crucifix tightly, muttering Latin words. I chuckled softly. “No one can stop the devil today… not even God. But let’s see if he can withstand temptation.” I sat on the chair and spread my legs open, I wore a flare skirt with nothing underneath.

“Thank you.” Zayne took me to another beautiful sight. Walking with him side by side felt dreamy. He got me new clothes, mostly jackets, boots, and I picked up this short black gown. I have a thing for black. It is safe to say I was having the best time of my life. Who would have thought my Christmas would be spent far away from family? The ride home was not awkward this time. He played music, good Christmas songs that I jammed to, and we were finally back home.

"More... please." "Patience," he murmured against my skin, sucking my clit into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Fingers parted my lips, one sliding in, curling to hit that spot. I came fast, thighs clamping his head, crying his name. He uncuffed me, pulling off the blindfold. "Good girl. Tomorrow, we heat things up." Christmas Day dawned with gifts under the tree, but ours were different. After brunch, eggnog pancakes and stolen kisses, he lit a candle, wax pooling red like blood. I knelt on the rug, naked, heart hammering. "Ready for the burn?"

He left the room. A fierce winter covered the forests with heavy snow-clusters and icicles, and filled ravines to their edges with drifts, so that the whole land seemed a single white plain. Great, sudden storms came, in which men and herds were lost under the pall of snow; roads grew misleading and perilous. A lonely Jaweldur howled in the distance.