Classic Sonic Christmas Novels & Stories

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

and his cock out… thicker than Jaxon cock I fucked in the festival, hard and leaking. I took him in my mouth, no teasing. He went deeper, groaned low, and almost choked. He ran his hands through my hair. I sucked hard, took him to the back of my throat. Gagged. Did it again. He fucked my mouth slow at first, then faster. Careful not to make too much noise, but the wet sounds were unmistakable. Sloppy too. A kid’s voice echoed from two aisles over: “Mommy, I want the blue chips!”

“I’m really glad you’re here now. Sorry I’m being such a party pooper.” “Hey, it’s fine, we understand,” I assured him. “Plus, who knows? A good meal and some really bad Christmas jokes might help a little.” Chris raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, fine. Let’s go eat. I’m hungry, anyway. And Mom and Dad always prepare the best Christmas lunch.” I smiled at Chris, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “And if it gets too festive, we’ll sneak back here and blast some classic rock. Just to keep things balanced.”

Yes did I mention she was the one leading the meeting. "How about we sing either The Twelve Days of Christmas?"I piped in. "Let's sing Silent night." Jess countered as she threw me a nasty look. I still couldn't understand her issue with me and I also don't care. We move. "Okay, all in favour of Twelve Days of Christmas say 'I' and all in favour of Silent night say 'nay'" Aisha suggested making the 'I' sound reverberate the classroom. I won and I turned to Jess to see her red with anger.

I slide my hand to the back of her neck and pull her toward me. Dean Martin has given way to a general Christmas playlist, and now George Michael is singingLast Christmas, telling his partner that they still catch his eye. I brush my thumb across the soft skin of Alice’s neck, think about kissing her, my senses leaping into life. I can smell the cinnamon and orange from the pot of potpourri next to the candle, and the deep scent of her perfume, something with jasmine. The bar suddenly seems rich with color—the dark burgundy of the carpet, the green foliage of the wreath pinned above the bartender, the scarlet of the poinsettia sitting on the corner of the bar, the golden wall lights, the blu

My heart thudded. “Five!” I looked around. At my friends. At my father. At this house that no longer felt intimidating. Just full. “Four!” Alaric’s hand tightened slightly. “Three!” His breath brushed against my temple. “Two!” I smiled without even meaning to. “One!” “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” The room exploded into noise. Laughter. Cheers. Someone popped something that sounded suspiciously like a champagne cork. Malik tackled Alex onto the rug. Zendaya screamed happily.

"We have waffles. Eggs. Bacon. Fruit. And hot chocolate because the guy downstairs said it's Christmas and the rules don't count." Malaya squealed. Judy's eyes widened on the screen. "Jordan Hall," she said, the stern mom tone trying and failing to hide her happiness. "You got something to say to your mother?" Jordan's throat tightened. "Hey, Mom." "Merry Christmas," Judy said, softer. "Merry Christmas," Jordan echoed. Jerry pointed a finger like a warning. "Don't drop the tray, son." Jordan laughed. "Yes, sir." Malaya ended the call with a bright, "Love you!" and clapped as if she'd completed a mission.

She was even holding Anson, swaying back and forth. Mayor Charles came back to the mic. “Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Let’s light the Christmas Falls town Christmas tree!” Everyone cheered, and he approached the giant light switch. “Five, four, three, two, one!” With a dramatic flair, the mayor flipped the switch, and the tree lit up with thousands of twinkling white lights. The crowd cheered, Memory joining in with the clapping, and then Cindy took the microphone once more to lead them all in “Deck the Halls.”

Six “Snowflakes dance in the winter air, A magical sight, beyond compare. Christmas lights, a twinkling gleam, Filling hearts with a festive dream.” In the distance, the sound of a choir singing hymns from the nearby church wafted in an echoing manner through the air. The choir's voices blended together into a soft, otherworldly hum that seemed to float through the air. The music was like a gentle breeze carrying the voices of angels, a comforting and uplifting sound.

Lisa glanced up toward the ceiling and scowled. Kari snorted and laughed. "Wait... before you answer that, Sis, what the hell was that look for, Lisa?" Lisa glanced down, her expression softening. "Oh. It's the Christmas music. My God I hate it. It's everywhere right now. They were playing Jingle Bells while I was trying to piss and I swear I peed all over the seat from dancing to it. It's driving me crazy." "You're so vulgar." Sicily's turn to scowl. "I'm going to ask for my Christmas wish to be that you're less vulgar this next year."