Inappropriate Christmas Pajamas Novels & Stories

She instantly understood what she’d just interrupted and hurried to say, “These are your brother’s pajamas. He’s not much shorter than Archer, so they should fit okay. Have him try them on first—if they don’t fit, you can go buy another set.” Archer walked over and took the pajamas from her. James was tall, so the size probably wasn’t an issue. But the style… Well, back then he had a bit of a comic book obsession. The pajamas were printed with Spider-Man and Ultraman. Seeing the print herself, Rachel couldn’t help but laugh and turned to Aria. “Maybe take Archer to the supermarket nearby and buy a new set. If you need anything else, get it while you’re out.” There was a large grocery store j

Christmas morning had always been sweet in our house: gentle wake-up calls, coffee, presents with the kids. But the kids were with their grandparents this year, and I had been planning something far less wholesome for weeks. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, admiring the outfit I’d ordered online and hidden away like a dirty secret. The “Mrs. Claus” costume was pure filth: a tiny red velvet skirt that barely covered my ass, white fur trim brushing the very tops of my thighs. No panties, of course; every time I moved I could feel cool air kissing my bare pussy. The top was even worse: a corset-style bodice with deliberate cutouts around my nipples, the fur-trimmed edg

I watch him as he looks at me with a painful expression on his face, yet though I continue, “I need some comfortable, warm pajamas.” Then from out of completely nowhere, he burst out in laughter, “Fuck, I want to see this. You, wearing pajamas.” I slap him against the shoulder, “I'm glad you are finding it funny.” “I think it is going to be fucking hilarious.” I chuckle at him, “Wait; you might just think it is hot.” And continue, he continues, “There is no way that pajamas are hot.” I only but smirk at him. “We'll see about that.”

Where she gets her energy from I'll never know but I'm loving every moment of watching her. The next few hours consist of showers, matching Christmas pyjamas, takeout, sweets, popcorn and a movie called The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. I'd never heard of it before but I loved every minute of it and so did Nina. "It's almost 9 pm and way past someone's bedtime." Nina gives me a pouty look before I've even finished talking but it's not going to wash with me. "Can I stay up a ikkle more momma, peas!" She holds her hands together like she's praying and while the scene she's putting on is adorable and has most likely already swayed Josh and Riley to agree, it's not worked on me.

The door to the left of the wardrobe on the right was open, lots of Charisa's clothes, and it looked like her uncle Skandar's clothes were there too. The girl looked at the second floor of the wardrobe, there were lots of girls' pyjamas there and all the pyjamas were new. Charisa picked up a set of pink pyjamas with a small rose motif. Then she searched for all her underwear and bras, the girl immediately blushed red when she found all her underwear put in one drawer along with lots of man's underwears. "Don’t .... Do all this time uncle also see my underwear?" said Charisa while holding her head.

let it happen. This might just be the way it goes, and I'm resigned to everything Rhysand wants to do for me. I'm just trying to enjoy this little piece of heaven... the backyard, and everything in here. It really felt like magic, and I felt like I had entered the world of a fantasy novel that I often read. I walked around the yard in a heavy coat jacket over the two-piece cow print pajamas he had laid out for me in the closet. I didn't know what I was looking for, and I just walked around, taking in the fresh air. Tomorrow is Christmas, and going for a walk is something I do to get rid of the images of Christmas celebrations that always happen in my family house.

Tossing one at her face I made her fall back on the bed. "Better be a good reason." I groaned, wishing to sleep more. She smiled and sat up again. "It's Christmas!" She shouted. Jumping out of bed she threw on her half of the matching outfit set we bought. "Oh god." I grunted, slipping myself out of bed as well. She laughed and waited like an excited puppy. Getting up and dressed I matched with her. Red plaid pajamas. She dragged me downstairs, placing me on the couch as Lucifer and Hades rushed in as well. We laughed as they waited for their gifts, whining and making little noises.

I repeat and she nods her head slowly. "Yes... I think I'd like that." She says. For a second I just stare at her, then I laugh. "Well..." I pretend to think very seriously. "If we're going to be friends..." She raises an eyebrow. "...then we should definitely buy matching Christmas pajamas." I say and she bursts into laughter. "Oh absolutely not." "Why not?" "Because Aiden would insist on them matching too." "Exactly. It would be adorable." I say with a grin and she laughs again.

A pink one with Daddy’s girl on it? “We can go tomorrow, get some gifts for your family and friends. We could decorate the big tree outside with lights and put gifts under it on Christmas Eve! That'll be so cool.” I love my idea, and it seems Jaxon does too because he smiles—or rather smirks at the idea. He drops the baby blue cashmere sweater, pair of denim jeans, and white beanie he picked out for me on the bed before coming to sit beside me again. He holds one side of my jaw, eyes burning into mine as he lets out a heavy breath.

Shouldn't they just be sitting around the fire, talking and chilling? In just my pajamas, I quickly rush down the stairs and make my way towards the back patio, and throw open the door, my cheeks growing hot as everyone turned their attention onto me. I know I look a mess right now, with having no make up on, my hair up in a messy bun and wearing my pajama pants and my tank top shirt that just so happens to match my pajama bottoms. They are cute and definitely not the sexy kind. In fact, the silk fabric has little coffee cups and books scattered all over it.