Novel & Cerita Kinky Christmas

All I know is that I will be busy and not planning to join them. “You’ll be my date,” “I decline,” I answered back and went back to what I was doing. Kalex and I will be very busy this coming holiday. This is one of our hectic schedules because we will be having a Christmas edition design. His team will be releasing its final product at some branches of our boutique so I don’t think I could at least participate at our Christmas party. When Kalex' phone rang I also looked at it. I did not see the caller's name, as he quickly picked up his phone and answered. Stay away from me.

I want the man who should be off-limits to be the one who ruins me—slowly, deeply, completely. They say Christmas wishes are supposed to be innocent. But mine isn’t. Mine is needy. Mine is sinful. Mine is the kind of wish I whisper only in the dark. So Santa…if you’re listening…if Christmas magic is real… All I want for Christmas is him. His touch. His mouth. His body tangled with mine. His desire unleashed on me. Give me him, just for one night…or forever, as a Christmas present, if you’re feeling generous. This is my secret wish. My confession. My forbidden fantasy. My Christmas sin.

December 23rd, 11:49 p.m. Inside the house, the Christmas party is buzzing with fifty people mingling under the twinkling lights, Bing Crosby's smooth voice crooning "White Christmas" in the background, and the air thick with the cozy scents of cinnamon and bourbon. Dad's booming laugh echoes from the living room, where he's belting out off-key carols with his boss, totally oblivious to the tension that's been simmering all night between me and Marcus.

* * * Pre Christmas party Every thing has been set cause I made all the preparations for it of course with the hell of gigi, kenz, noel and ricky, they all helped and am glad they did. I wore a plain leather grey jacket and a white shirt with a pair of white sneakers. I got to the party and everything was just as i planned, i sat with ricky and his girlfriend Reina while the party started and the song was played. "Now here comes an hottie" ricky said as he licks his lips then smirked and I turned to see quincy in a red sparkling gown with her hair down and not in a bun

Standing up and straightening out her robe, she says, "My fun Christmas is sitting on my bed with a huge cup of hot chocolate, watching so many N*****x series, and cuddling with one of my mom's huge knitted sweaters. Some might think of it as a sad and lonely way of spending Christmas. Some might even call me a Grinch, but that wouldn't be fair because I don't ruin anyone's Christmas. But that's just the way I like it. Those days when Christmas was so lively for me, they're gone. Now I just see it as another ordinary day passing by. " "You're aware," Kendrick agrees, "I could say the same thing too, especially when there's not much family to spend it with."

"Come on, Dax. Fvck me like it's the last gift under the tree." Fuck, how was I supposed to say no to that? My hand found her thigh, sliding up under the nightie, she was bare underneath, no panties, just slick heat waiting. "You're soaked already, you little vixen. Partying got you this worked up, or is it the thought of Santa's big North Pole?"

Something fun and distracting and completely ridiculous. “I have an idea,” I announced. Christian's fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Your ideas scare me.” “Rude but fair. Hear me out—what if we celebrated Christmas?” “We're werewolves.” “Werewolves can't have holidays?” “We have the Winter Solstice ceremony.” “Which is beautiful and traditional and involves a lot of standing still in the cold. I'm talking about Christmas. Trees, lights, presents, cookies—” “Why would we bring a tree inside?” Christian looked genuinely confused.

Keira grinned. "Dang. Ian is not here to give me that," she grumbled as she took notes. Wendy's Room Wendy was humming a Christmas song; however, it sounded more like a horror theme. "All I want for Christmas is you," Wendy sang as she cut photos of Keira’s face out of an original photo of the couple. She burned Keira’s face as if chanting a spell and then pasted her own face over it. She continued until the door opened. She stopped and glanced toward it.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…