Is That You Santa Claus Novels & Stories

" 'I have no doubt about that, Isabella. But you won't get away that easy. I narrowed my eyes before turning my back on him, walking towards Santa's armchair. " Isabella? " he followed me closely. " 'You better get your cell phone ready, Gustaf,' I warned him. " Are you serious? Without bothering to answer, I went straight to the man dressed as Santa Claus, Elliot Jones if I remember correctly. " 'Hey Santa, can we take a picture? " I caught his eye. " 'Ho ho ho, of course we can, young lady,' he declared in a typical voice that almost made me roll my eyes before he approached.

Tiny Fae stretched her hands high, falling to reach the ledger she wanted, even standing on a stool. “Seems like you need help?” Santa asked, from the couch, his eyes lingering too long at her bubble size butt. He had Little Missy on his chest, sucking away on his titties and yet, he wanted Tiny Fae. Tiny Fae blushed hard as her pussy clenched. Santa’s deep voice was everything. He wasn’t the Santa with a big tummy and while his beard were as white as his hair, he was irrevocably handsome.

Snow hissed against the windows. He was already inside. Leaning against the marble island like he owned the place. This Santa is leaner than the first, all wiry muscle and long limbs, black satin half-mask, crimson velvet coat hanging open over bare, sculpted chest. A thin line of dark hair ran from his navel straight into low-slung black pants. A single red ribbon was tied around the base of his very obvious, very hard cock, the bow resting against his hip like a gift tag. He crooked a finger. “Come here, Noelle.”

Anna Once I discovered that Santa Claus had long since passed away, decades before my own arrival into this world, nothing seemed to catch me off guard anymore. Frankly, it both perplexes and irritates me when people anticipate my feigned shock and amazement, when in fact I had long predicted the outcome.

Chapter 275 Cleo There are little indicators that remind you that it's that time of the year again and when is that time of year again you know that it's time to buy gifts get gifts for people play Father Christmas tell the kids that there is a secret of watching them so that they may behave and be good for Father Christmas I admire I pulled a of I won't tell my age because it's rude to ask a lady their age but I still believe in Santa and I still believe in the magic of Christmas and when; Maria's birthday comes around. After her birthday it is down hill to Christmas .

Curious? All right, if you promise to keep my secret I’ll tell you…here goes: I want to be fucked by Santa. Oh, c’mon, you know deep down you want it, too. I mean, he’s a guy who always knows what you want, his big bulky body has to be fairly strong to handle all those reindeer and he drives a freakin’ magic sleigh! That’s hawt, if you ask me. And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places.

I caught it, allowing the towel I had draped around my waist to fall to the floor, my erection kicking up at the sight of her sensual tableau. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Claus.” She winked. “I think it’s time Santa got a little present.” I donned the hat, grinning. “Oh, little elf, Santa has a present for you, all right. But there isn’t anything little about it.”

Nox asked, "why are you worried about Santa?" She pointed out the large windows. "Because the man on TV said the snow is coming. He said lots and lots. He said no driving. What about Santa?" "Child," Jane said, "I told you, Santa flies a sleigh. Snow's a Christmas miracle." I leaned closer. "Jane's right." I glanced at her smiling brown eyes, winked, and looked back to my daughter. "She always is. Santa's sleigh flies better in snow."

Alva ”If it is some paper you want me to sign, Mr. Sica, I will. I have no intent of groping you with child support or claiming your properties. Samuel and I are fine as we are.” I swallowed. That had to be the reason he was here. His eyes met mine unflinchingly and I could tell he had questions.

Sally and I headed towards the sushi shop just down from work and from the bar where Blake worked. "Ana! Ana!" I heard, I turned around swiftly because I didn't recognise the voice, I look back at Sally "oh my shit, it's Blake" Sally walks way laughing with her arms waving in the air and as she does my heart drops in to my stomach. "Oh, hi Blake" I sheepishly say. Blake tells me how Phil the almighty match-maker text him and told him I was looking for a slice of heaven, and asked him if he could provide it? I laughed so loud I snorted and died a little on the inside from embarrassment.