Erotic Christmas Novels & Stories

"And, this is my belated Christmas gift to you." When I accepted the license from him, I realized it was for a flower shop he'd opened for me, right in the middle of Coralsville. I hugged the license to my chest and looked at him, unaware of the tears streaming down my face. Louis scooped me into an embrace. "You're a grown woman. What's with all the tears?" he teased. As he spoke, he leaned down gently toward me. My tears melted into his kiss. … A few days later, my company notified me that the previous incident had been thoroughly investigated and that I had indeed not leaked any company data.

"Fine, fine. Always business, even on Christmas. Don't be too long, Ari! I want to open the big boxes!" The second Cami’s footsteps faded down the hall, the atmosphere in the room changed. The "wholesome" Christmas spirit evaporated, replaced by a thick, magnetic tension. Mateo didn't speak. He walked to the library door and turned the lock with a quiet click. Ariana stood in the center of the room, her heart beginning to hammer. "Mateo, Cami is just down the hall—" Before she could finish, he was in her space. He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her against him, his mouth crashing down on hers with a hunger that felt even more desperate than the night before. This wasn't a gentle Christm

Her softness made my rod stand so hard, and just like me, her body reacts to my touch the way I wanted. Her clit was like a delicacy I couldn't say no to. She grabbed my hair when I began to suck on it, arching and rocking her hips. Adrenaline pumped harder when I slammed into her, her walls wrapped warmly around me. I couldn't control it, as I began to thrust in and out of her fast and deep. I love the way she moaned, I love the way she struggled to support her weight while I kicked in and out, I loved the way she gsqueezed on the sheets. Everything about Aria was is so intoxicating. Her smiles, the way she bites her lower lip, her curves.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

The room became quiet, leaving Christy alone on the bed, her fingers moved as she wanted to get off the bed to see if there was any way she can escape before the drugs take full control of her. She struggles to sit up but in the process, she accidentally rolls down the bed and fell on the hard ground. Ouch... Christy felt her face pushed together. However, she could not move at all, she could not even muster a bit of strength. She was completely knocked out by the drugs and the scent of the aphrodisiac incense that was lit a few minutes ago. Eric was a freak sadist who got pleasure for hurting others, after getting high on the drugs he swallowed and having waited for a while, he decided to g

Inside, a man and a woman were entangled on the bed, their clothes completely removed. Some people immediately covered their faces, unable to look any longer. The more timid young ladies even let out frightened screams. My mother flew into a rage. "Charlotte Young! You have some nerve—how dare you commit such indecent, shameless acts! "Drag her out here. I'll kill her myself!" "Who exactly are you dragging out, Mom?" The people in front of me spun around. I was standing at the back of the crowd, stretching on my toes to peer over their shoulders, my expression nothing but mild curiosity.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

After a couple dry pulses, his cock unloads a huge blast of hot jizz far into my pussy, filling me up as each subsequent pulse shoots another stream deep inside me, glazing daddy Santa's daughter in his batch of lust. I moan, the warmth of daddy Santa's love matching the warmth of the spirit of Christmas. He twitches, his cock spilling so much seed into my young cunt that daddy Santa struggles to hold himself up through the whole ordeal. He shakes as his orgasm violently escapes him, making me shiver as his cock finally empties inside me.

"Come on my dick, baby. Soak it with your pretty little cum.” She screamed my name, her entire body trembling as she came apart on my dick. Her pussy clamped down so tightly that I could barely move inside her, her juices flooding out around me as she rode out her intense orgasm. It was fucking beautiful. The most erotic sight I'd ever seen.