Film Holiday

On Christmas Day, I put on a reindeer-themed lingerie set, ready to spend an unforgettable night with my CEO boyfriend. Noah Levine eagerly unbuttons my top, kissing my body with feverish intensity. Just then, his phone rings. He answers impatiently. "What is it?" A sweet voice comes through from the other end, speaking in Farylian. "Noah, what time are you coming tonight? I have a Christmas present for you." Hearing those words, my eyes fly wide open. That woman is my younger sister, Heidi Miller. Noah's expression turns serious, like he's handling a work call. He responds in Farylian. "What present?" The voice on the other end laughs softly. "The present is me, wrapped head to toe in red ribbon. Come over and help me unwrap it. I can't wait anymore." That night, Noah doesn't touch me. He helps me dress, kissing my cheek with reluctance. "Work call. Something urgent at the company I need to handle. We'll pick this up another time. "Remember to wear this outfit next time, though. It's very enticing." His lie sounds calm and natural. He clearly assumes I don't understand, but I know Farylian. I hear everything crystal clear. I pretend to nod calmly. After he leaves, I accept the company's overseas assignment. In three days, I'll vanish completely from his world.

Not even halfway through the Thanksgiving holidays, my boss, Bill Griffin, calls me back to work. He demands I cold-call customers for sales and promises generous overtime pay. Eager to give my son a better learning environment, I seize every chance to earn more money and agree without hesitation. But once the holiday ends, the management posts a notice. "An employee has generated an excessive phone bill working overtime during the Thanksgiving holidays and incurred company losses. Please reimburse the phone bill immediately." Bill, whom I had worked alongside since graduating from college, swiftly turns on me. "Some people in their 30s are about to be laid off. Having a job at all is a blessing, yet they don't know how to appreciate the opportunities the company gives them." Refusing to bow to the absurd demands and open threats, I hand in my resignation that very same day. A company that discards its employees the moment the job is done isn't worth a second of my time. They will learn the hard way who holds the leverage.

"I'm tired of being lonely now. I'm tired!" Andrew screamed to no one in particular. "I have money, I have houses, cars and everything a man could wish for but I want one thing now. Just one thing. A family. A family to love and that will love me back." Andrew is a man who's lost his way. He's made a bet with an old woman to find a family who loves him by Christmas or he'll lose a mysterious prize. But Andrew has no idea where to start. May June is a single mother struggling to provide for her brother and daughter. She's determined to give them a good life, but she's afraid that her ex-husband will try to take her daughter away from her. As the holiday season approackhes, both Andrew and May June must face their fears and fight for the things they love. Can they overcome their challenges and find happiness?

“Hi, Santa, can you give me what I really desire?” “And what do you desire?” “Your dick in my mouth!” Santa smirked, “I don't think that'd be enough for you. Tell me everything you want and I’ll have it fulfilled.” Her eyes shone like she had been granted life. She moved closer to the handsome Santa, fell on her knees, looked up to him with her red face, then responded; “I want you to touch me. Caress my whole being, make my sexual fantasy come true. Kiss me, tie me, spank me, tell me the flirtiest words, and fuck me through the holidays until I smell of my “Lusty Holidays”.

In an East London lock up, two film makers, Jimmy and Sam, are duct taped to chairs and forced to watch a snuff film by Ashkan, a loan shark to whom they owe a lot of money. If they don’t pay up, they’ll be starring in the next one. Before the film reaches its end, Ashkan and all his men are slaughtered by unknown assailants. Only Jimmy and Sam survive the massacre, leaving them with the sole copy of the snuff film. The film makers decide to build their next movie around the brutal film. While auditioning actors, they stumble upon Melissa, an enigmatic actress who seems perfect for the leading role, not least because she’s the spitting image of the snuff film’s main victim. Neither the film, nor Melissa, are entirely what they seem however. Jimmy and Sam find themselves pulled into a paranormal mystery that leads them through the shadowy streets of the city beneath the city and sees them re-enacting an ancient Mesopotamian myth cycle. As they play out the roles of long forgotten gods and goddesses, they’re drawn into the subtle web of a deadly heresy that stretches from the beginnings of civilization to the end of the world as we know it. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

This holiday collection is pure, uncut sin under the mistletoe. Step-siblings tangled in tinsel and sweat. Best friends betraying vows on the Christmas rug. Stranded guests double-stuffed by the hosts. Secret Santas delivering creampies instead of gifts. No safe words. No condoms. Just raw, bed-breaking, screaming-orgasm holiday hookups.🔥 Kinks include: daddy kink, age-gap, cheating, Double Penetration, squirting on the Christmas tree, caught masturbating, and marital-bed breeding while the spouse sleeps downstairs. If Christmas makes you wet for the wrong reasons—this blizzard will drown you in it. Strictly 18+.🔞🔞🔞 Grab a blanket… you’ll need it to hide the stains.🔥🔥

Jessica memergoki kekasihnya selingkuh setelah pria itu meninggalkan beban hutang atas namanya. Sakit hati karena diperalat oleh sang mantan, Jessica menandatangani kontrak dengan CEO agensi film ternama dari Korea untuk membalaskan dendamnya. "Biarkan proyek film tahun ini aku yang menulis naskahnya." "Apa alasan yang mengharuskan aku menerima permintaan itu?" "Bantu aku membalas dendam."

Rated 18+ | Explicit Holiday Erotica Collection 150 stories. 150 ways to burn. This isn’t your merry little Christmas , it’s your dirtiest one yet. Dirty Christmas unwraps every forbidden fantasy you’ve ever wanted to taste. From strangers under mistletoe to sinful nights by the fire, every page drips with heat, hunger, and raw, unapologetic pleasure. These short stories are filthy, fast, and meant to leave you breathless, one by one, they’ll melt your holiday spirit into desire. If you’re not into adult, mature, and explicit erotica, don’t open this book. But if you’re ready to sin in red and gold… welcome to your next obsession. You can also check out my other erotica book (Deep inside)

SLOANE HOLBROOK is a thirty-five-year-old copywriter whose only commitment is to sarcasm, but every major holiday turns her into a single, pitiful spectacle for her judgmental family. Her solution? JACKSON, a charming, commitment-phobic Australian golf coach who needs a distraction just as badly as she does. They forge the "Holidate Pact" a year-long contract to be each other’s flawless, platonic plus-ones for every major event, with one rigid rule: zero feelings. But when a New Year's Eve kiss designed for public consumption feels startlingly real, Sloane and Jackson realize surviving the holiday calendar is easy; surviving the relentless, rule-breaking, undeniable attraction might be impossible. They signed up for a cynical transaction, but what happens when their fake relationship becomes the most honest thing in their lives?

Sandra was a shy librarian from a very small town, but luck was on her side. She finds love and passion while on holiday in France, but a mob king has other plans for the young lovers.