Inappropriate Christmas Pajamas Novels & Stories

“Oh my God, that sounds amazing.” He raised his arms, stretching and yawning, and I gaped at his pajamas. The sleeves nearly came down to his elbows. I glanced down. The leg cuffs were halfway up his shin. “Leo, are those PJs from a few years ago?” I asked. “No,” he said. “These are the ones you got me for Christmas.” “Holy crap. We’re gonna have to get you new clothes,” I said. “Is all your stuff this small?” Jaxon handed Leo a biscuit, and he took a massive bite before answering. “These fit last night. I’m not sure what happened.” Again, that deep voice. I’d thought it was from being asleep so long, but now I was sure it was at least an octave lower than it had been yesterday. Plus, I was

He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall, surprising me when I saw that he went commando underneath all that crushed red velvet. “Let’s see…there was that time you stole eyeliner and let your girlfriend take the blame…tsk, tsk…or how about the time you cheated on your math final in the eleventh grade? More specific? Here’s one of my favorites…the time you experimented with your college roommate and she let you eat her sweet, virgin pussy. I rather liked that one.” He climbed onto the bed and I shivered. “How’s that for a trip down Naughty Lane?” By this point, Santa was completely buck naked and I could see every detail in the dim light of my bedroom from the thick pelt of hai

I didn’t want to tally it yet. I stormed back into the living room while Jax trailed behind me. The Christmas tree in the corner—Dad’s decorator had put it up last week even though we were still weeks before Christmas had a new addition. Tucked into the branches was a pair of red lace panties. With a little note attached, written in lipstick on a torn piece of my stationery: Thanks for the memories, Noah. Just took the amount I’m worth. XOXO. I ripped it down, crumpling the note in my fist and tossed the panties into the fireplace, even though it wasn’t lit. I’d burn them later.

Mom, you didn't have to buy me anything…" "Of course. Tonight is a special night, and you should dress up like everyone else. I won't allow you to go in pajamas another year," she scolded, looking serious. "And no more wigs! Tonight, we'll all dress up, and you'll be the first. I've had enough of seeing you in pajamas on New Year's Eve and Christmas Eve. Enough is enough!" "But Mom...!" Katia protested, looking bewildered at her mother.

He said. There and then did it occur to Arianna that the pajamas she was putting on were one of her sexy ones which showed too much. It was a satin gown that showed so much cleavage and it also stopped right below her but. She was putting on nothing but matching lacy panties under the sleepwear. She mentally facepalmed when she saw her nipples standing erect through her satin nightdress. She was so engrossed with hiding all her photos that she failed to even realize that her outfit was inappropriate for the occasion.

Because yes. That was exactly the kind of thing I wanted associated with my children. Warmth. Thoughtfulness. Wonder. Not just expensive decorations and sugar highs. Then somehow we moved into customized pajamas for the sleepover section. And honestly? That nearly took me out emotionally. Tiny satin trimmed pajama sets in pastel shades with silver embroidery over the pockets. Team Ava. Team Eli. Tiny stars stitched along the sleeves. Matching fluffy socks. Mini sleep masks. I physically placed my hand over my chest.

His aunt and grandmother were cooking Christmas Day dinner … and they were heading to their air b&b. Emerson had got Sawyer a few games for Christmas. One was a car bingo game and another was a tray that he could draw on. But his favorite game she’d gotten was a trivia one. So he quizzed everybody the entire hour it took them to get there. She also got him some Despicable Me pajamas that he had insisted on wearing.. with matching minion house shoes. And she had gotten him all the funko pop collectibles of the characters in the movie .. he’d already set them all around his bedroom. Em also bought him sheets with the characters that he immediately put on his bed .. along with a new blanket wit

My chest felt warm, I reached the section holding sleepwear and immediately took that warmth back. "Oh my God." I stared and continued staring. Silk. Lace. More lace. Tiny pieces of fabric pretending to be clothing. Even more lace. I grabbed one, held it up. Put it back. Grabbed another. Somehow worse. How was this even considered pajamas? Who sleeps in this? Certainly not people who valued morality. I narrowed my eyes. "Ciro." The man wasn't even here and somehow he was still irritating me. After several minutes of searching, I finally found something that looked vaguely acceptable.

I peek into Winters's room and see her holding up two pajamas, unsure which to wear. I turn away, smiling as I hear him say, “you can wear the llamacorns tomorrow. Let’s match Macaroni tonight.” He has patience with her. I did not see that one coming.

As Snow Day played softly on the television, Malaya lay curled between them, warm and content, her small body tucked securely under layers of blankets, pillows, and mismatched throws that made up their carefully engineered blanket fort. She slept deeply, the kind of sleep only children manage on Christmas—utterly unburdened, safe, and full of quiet joy. One hand was fisted in Jordan’s hoodie as if she might lose him if she let go, while the other rested against Laila’s arm, small fingers splayed trustingly against her skin.