Kinky Christmas Novels & Stories

Crazy. After dinner, we laid down in the bed, our body touching. My body began to react when she pressed her breast against me. “Fuck!" I cursed inwardly. “Why does she keep asking for a fuck without meaning to?" I couldn't resist her. I've never been able to, and I won't try to. I turned, and began to touch her. Her softness made my rod stand so hard, and just like me, her body reacts to my touch the way I wanted.

Maya: "Tomorrow." Derek: "Tomorrow I'm kissing you. Rules or no rules." Maya: "I'm counting on it." I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling, knowing sleep was impossible. Because tomorrow was Christmas. And tomorrow, apparently, Derek was done following all the rules. I couldn't wait.

“I work with time and it’s almost time for me to do something else.” “Alright... stay safe, December is tomorrow and this year’s Christmas will be very long.”“Hahaha... it reminds me of long Halloween. Only that, this time around, no one will be on costumes. No one is trick or treating and Santa is gonna come earlier than normal...” she glanced at the tv,“... am I right, Hendricks?”

I nod, my throat croaking, “Yes, Santa.” He looks at me, his eyes expecting more. I bite my lip, finding my courage for the holidays. “Santa, please give me your dick for Christmas. I've been a good girl. It's all I ever wanted.” “I think you've been nice and naughty. Before Santa gives you your final present, Santa needs to see your little titties. He's been dying to find out what you've been hiding from daddy.” He leans forward, the scissors pressing between my breasts, severing the ribbon. My breasts burst outward the second the ribbon separates, the joyous bounce of their escape thrilling daddy Santa, causing him to laugh with glee.

Is You "So, since Christmas is about sharing of gifts and all, and we are spending the Christmas together, what do you want for Christmas?" She asked when they had finally finished their food and their bellies were full. "I think I have already gotten my own Christmas present," Tanner said and Katrina looked at him weirdly, they had been together since Christmas Eve and she was pretty sure that Santa did not sneak into the house in the middle of the night and a plant a gift for Tanner.

Arthur tells me. “What are your Christmas traditions?” Max asks; he’s finally back with us. “Ah, the Christmas spirit is designed for children. The joy of Christmas for adults is seeing the joy on the faces of the pack's pups. Every November, the adults come together to make an activity advent calendar for the pups. An example of this would be; on the 1st of the month, we decorate the pack land. On the 2nd, we hold our official secret Santa draw. On the 3rd, we write out our Christmas cards. On the 4th, we hold our Christmas fancy dress party, and we always put our Christmas trees up on the 13th. We include activities such as watching Christmas movies, Christmas cookie and cake baking, and a

I cup her ass with my hands and look at our bodies in the mirrored wall. "Harry was pretty kinky, you know." Christina says, as she leads me down a hallway towards the bathroom. "He liked getting fucked in the ass." She laughs, raising an eyebrow at me for my reaction. "So I've heard." I tell her. "How about my dad?" I ask. "Is he kinky like that, too?" "Oh god no!" She laughs. "Your dad is way too homophobic to even consider anything in his ass." She says. "How old are you?" Christina asks, as she leans into the shower and adjusts the temperature of the water.

Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town. The bells above the bakery door jingle behind me in that cheerful, irritating way that makes me want to kick them off their screws. But I don’t. Aunt Ruby would “exorcise” me with a vat of eggnog if she saw me abusing Christmas decorations again. The street is quiet. Too quiet. Hallowpine usually glows with warm lights and fake joy this time of year. Kids skating. Couples taking pictures. That unsettling animatronic Santa by the post office waving its plastic hand as if plotting something. Tonight? Nothing. Just me and the sound of snow crunching beneath my boots.

“Yeah. Come celebrate with me and Scars and Keira. Wolf will be there too and a few other guys, I’m sure. Kansas said something about coming over, and maybe Jinx.” “But – you don’t even know me,” Jo said. “Isn’t Christmas for family?” “Jesus Christ, woman,” Zoe said in mock exasperation. “Haven’t you been listening to a damn word that I’ve been saying?” “Ummm… I think I have.”

Nahh, she didn't know Ziora, if she did then she would also know me. I was expecting her to apologize but no she didn't, she surprised me again, “Do you have anything to do for Christmas?” I couldn't understand her and she was fucking weird, “Young lady, I just helped you, I don't understand why you would want that information.” She shook her head aggressively as if trying to tell me I was thinking wrong of her, “I'm not weird or anything, I'm just trying to create employment for people who don't have anything to do for Christmas.”