Erotic Christmas Novels & Stories

Just a sound I couldn’t place at first… A breathy gasp. A low moan. A definitely-masculine groan. My brain whispered don’t, but my feet were already moving. Curiosity and stupidity are twin demons, apparently. I walked into the bedroom and—boom—Christmas was cancelled. There he was. Gabby my boyfriend of five years. The man who’d sworn he “respected my boundaries.” Yeah. No. He respected d*ck. Specifically, the one currently inside him. The scene was something out of a dirty novella I never wanted to star in—both of them tangled in sheets, bodies moving, breathless, lost in their own little universe.

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

"I think it's romantic." "Yeah?" "Yeah." Derek looked toward the kitchen, checking if anyone was watching. Then he reached over and took my hand, threading our fingers together. "Merry Christmas," he said. "Merry Christmas." We sat there holding hands like teenagers, both grinning like idiots. "Dad! Maya! Breakfast!" Sophie called. We let go quickly and stood up. Derek caught my hand one more time, pulling me back. "Tonight," he said quietly. "After everyone goes to bed. Meet me in the workshop?"

A thick rush of our mixed cum leaks out, sliding warm down my balls. “Good,” she whispers, kissing me again. “Because Mrs. Claus isn’t done with her favorite elf yet. When you’re hard again, I’m bending over this throne so you can watch it drip out of me while you fuck another load into your new favorite holiday tradition.” Merry fucking Christmas indeed.

“Fine, fine, what's the great news?” “I have officially booked a spot in the largest cruise ship in Toronto for the holidays!” I said happily and for the first time today, her face brightened up and a smile formed on her face. Emily rarely smiled. She was more like an Emo chick who had a hormonal imbalance. Don't get me wrong, I love my best friend just the way she was. We were the total opposite. “I and Jax will be spending the holidays there,” I added and her smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

A low growl erupted from Dexter, and I quickly put some space between us, still reeling from our little makeout session and trying to get decent. “I see you are all busy.” A delicious musty scent filled the air upon Eros’ arrival. “Here I was thinking I might have been late.” Dexter wore a cold expression, not bothering to adjust his ruffled shirt. “I don’t remember inviting you,” he said, jaws taut. I looked over Eros, who was deliciously dressed in a blood-red attire and a devilish smirk that disappeared as soon as he saw me. The air was tight with tension as he spoke.

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

It's clear that I can't share a room with Erica, knowing she will insist on repeating our previous sexcapade. Last night, we nearly lost control of our emotions and came close, very close, to doing something irreversible. We were quite near to that point. It was entirely thanks to Tax who rescued us, encouraging me to maintain control over the situation while also keeping his own desires in check since he too yearned for Era. Erica had entwined her naked body around mine, her lips and hands all over my skin were utterly mesmerizing. When she took my hard cock into her heavenly mouth, leading me towards an incredible climax, I had to seek strength from the Moon Goddess just to resist taking w

Eva sighed while he kissed her neck and between her tits. “Yes, Daniel.” She rubbed his hand and sighed in devouring passion. “I got a late Christmas gift,” she spoke with restraint. She felt his mouth on her nipple and her sighs increased as he pushed her further into the sea of overwhelming passion. Here, waves of desire pushed her deeper as she offered no resistance to swim out, and the current of lust escorted her.

Jason exclaimed. He crawled out, pulling out his cock from his pants. I stood up, but my legs were giving out. He hurriedly carried me onto the table, put my right leg on his shoulder. He looked into my eyes, his eyes are fucking sexy and tempting, and it can make you horny as fuck. I kissed him as I took his cock in, heavy thrust in me like he hated me and wanted me as well. Each thrust making gasp for air, he goes harder but slowly. One slow hard thrust after another, I could feel the inches go up in me and go out.