Inappropriate Christmas Pajamas Novels & Stories

he pushed his hands to the pajama pants he wore, working to untie the string at his abdomen. "When I bought those pajamas, I bought you your Christmas gift as well. I figured I'd let you open it tonight," her eyelids grew heavy. "After all, you've been such a good boy." He'd have to be deaf, dumb, and stupid to miss the sexual innuendo she was throwing his way, and by the way his cock started to lengthen in his pants, his body was on-fucking-board with whatever she wanted to do. "When do I get to see this present?" he asked, because he was damn sure ready to open it. Hell, it felt like he'd been ready to open it for most of his life.

my grandmother said, "this is my friend's, grandson. The one I told you about." "Brady this is my granddaughter Jane,' she introduced and I smiled at the man. "Pleasure to meet you," he said, "I have those exact same pyjamas," he teased and I blushed. It was an old pair of striped pyjama bottoms and a red oversized t-shirt that said merry Christmas.

I pushed the door opened, my eyes quickly darting around the room and then landed on him; he was standing close to the bed, his silver eyes on flickered to mine, and narrowed, he seemed to be judging and watching my every move. “You are dressed to sleep.” He said noticing the not so sexy, two-piece, hello kitty pajamas I wore, I have been wearing it since I was sixteen. It was big, comfortable, and easy to sleep in, also very durable because I never had to change it ever since then. Might I also add, long… very long, it leaves nothing to the sight, so now you understand why I choose these pajamas precisely. For maximum protection, I will have no pervert touching me without my permission.

I encouraged myself to go into my bedroom. After much thought, I spent Christmas indoors. I wore my Christmas pajamas and a big Christmas cap after eating some homemade cookies brought to me by my neighbors. I set up the Christmas tree, took a selfie with it with a glass of champagne in my hand. After posting the picture. I sent a message to my dad wishing him a Merry Christmas and another to Jasper and Tessa, briefly asking her if she had gotten off the plane. "What a boring Christmas!" I pouted on the verge of crying again; the loneliness made me think of the game, Lord, the sex escapade, and the lovely little banters we had the night before departure.

There was just no way to make that happen. Visions of herself and Brady sitting beneath a Christmas tree in a beautiful home, sipping coffee and leisurely opening gifts with Pooch lying on the carpet between them made her smile. “That is just a Christmas dream,” she murmured. A Christmas dream she had no reason to think could possibly come true.

She'd been very taken by the matching sets of pajamas while shopping one day. She wanted to know what it would look like for them to be dressed in similar clothes. She figured that it would be a very sweet scene. After she'd bought the pajamas, she had taken a photo and texted Henry excitedly. "I bought some matching pajamas! Look, aren't they cute? Let's wear them next time when you're home!" She'd only received a reply several hours later, and his reply was as ruthless as ever. "Throw them away! I would never wear anything you bought!"

Face masks, scrubs, lotion, lavender and amber candles that smelled expensive. “Oh, this is nice,” I said, smiling despite myself. The second basket had silk pajamas, size medium, and fuzzy slippers. I looked up at him, squinting. “I don’t know if I can fit these.” He laughed. “I showed the sales clerk your photo. She said medium would work, and that expensive brands run big.” I laughed quietly. “Oh, okay. I see you did your research.” He nodded. “So… do you like it?”

“I wouldn’t call it arguing if I was pointing out the fact that we shouldn’t have been out on the roads with an impending snow storm and all.” He pulls a set of plaid pajamas from the rack, checking the tag for the size. A grunt leaves his chest. I fight the grin that wants to make an appearance at fancy Beck donning a pair of red and black plaid pajamas, a giant bear on a pocket on the chest that reads I’m beary tired. It’s something that belongs on a child’s pajama set, not one made for a grown man. “There’s nothing else in my size,” he groans.

It left no room for argument. I stood up and tossed her over my shoulder. She laughed and just fondled my ass. I wiggled it for her because she definitely liked our asses. It was okay because we definitely liked hers too. “Do you even own pajamas?” Xander asked with a chuckle. His was a fair question because we certainly did not have a need for pajamas because of our epic no clothing rule. “I will once Handsome lets me down.”

To her surprise, Uncle Ben chuckled softly and shook his head, seemingly amused by her concern. "I apologize, Phoenix," he said with a hint of laughter in his voice, "but those are the only types of sleepwear we have in the house. Achim went a bit overboard with the purchases and ended up with more than enough to outfit an entire school. If you're not comfortable with them, I can have someone fetch a different set for you." Raven's frustration bubbled up at the mention of Achim being responsible for these less-than-ideal pajamas. She couldn't help but let out a scoff, feeling a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.