Inappropriate Christmas Pajamas Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Even though my brain is relieved, it'll give me a chance to think about what's going to happen. I get changed into my pajamas. They're a cute peach lacy short set Mom got me for Christmas. They're my favorite as they're comfortable and Lacey tells me I look hot while wearing them. Climbing into bed, I shut off the light, my entire body is aching and my eyelids are heavy. I close my eyes and sink further into the pillow, ready to fall into a deep sleep. My door opens, and I'm sitting up instantly, my hand reaching over and hitting the lamp to switch it on. "What?" I ask as I blink, my eyes adjusting to the light.

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.

He says nothing more, though I can sense his thoughts swirling. Ten minutes pass. The film, now talking about spirits haunting a house, doesn’t hold my attention. Then I notice Jace scrolling on his phone again, and what I see on the screen makes me frown. He’s looking at... women’s pajamas? What the fuck? "What are you doing?" I whisper, barely able to hide my disbelief. "Developing a new kink?" He snorts, tilting his phone toward me. "Shopping for my sugar baby. But don’t think of these for the night. These are more... evening wear."

I want to see him see it. The video shows our apartment, the one we're sitting in now, but from two years ago—you can tell because the wall behind the couch is still that terrible beige we painted over last spring. Alexander is standing on the couch cushions in his Spider-Man pajamas, the ones that are too small now, the ones I couldn't bring myself to throw away. He's wearing a cape made from my good bath towel—the navy blue one—safety-pinned at the neck. The pin is crooked. It's always crooked because he insisted on doing it himself.

She is clearly tired. "Okay , where is your pajamas?" He sits on her bedside. "Um..in the small drawer." she says with closed. He chuckles. He brings her pajamas . They are rather cute with small pandas in them.He wonders how she will look in them . obviously absolute adorable. "Here I will look away you change here okay?" After putting his angel to bed she is already sleeping from all the emotional and physical enervation. So he is now on his way back to his house. Or more precisely mansion.

It’s another Christmas and her 34th birthday. “Wow this is the toy car that I’ve always wanted at the toy store! Thank you, mom,” Alessandre yelled with his wide eyes looking at his gift. Demie then handed out his gift of them. Demie immediately smiled big at what she heard. They didn’t exaggerately spoiled their children, so they didn’t ask for anything. And Demie just knows that the child likes the toy car it says because the child always looks at it whenever they pass by the toy department of the mall.

I called and he was in the room in seconds. "What happened?" He asked and I held up the red onesie. "Hand-stitched Christmas present from Hannah. I wouldn't recommend it. It's itchy." "You actually tried it on?" I laughed, trying to imagine him in it. He shrugged. "I'm a good brother, what can I say," he moved over to the dresser and began looking through the drawers as well. "These pajamas I got from Prague," he held out a grey set of PJs. "They made with Egyptian cotton and if I did sleep I know it would be the best sleep of my life." He held the set out to me and I took them.