Naturist Freedom Christmas Novels & Stories

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

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.

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.

Azriel snarled as he applied more pressure, making the man grimace. “I…have…nothing…to say… to them.” The photograph said. “Whoa, André… it’s Christmas Eve, no one but our brother wants to see your schlong.” Colby grimaced while covering Blaire’s eyes. “Here, Papa. I know you aren’t one for shame, but this is a family event. Our pack may not want to see your nudity.” Lando said as he took off his jacket and handed it to André.

“It's Christmas! It's the time for celebration!” “But—“ “Shh, daddy.” I lift my bound hands up to extend a finger at him, pretending to cover his lips from a distance. Lifting my arms uncovers my breasts slightly, allowing daddy a look at my ample underside, the fleshy mounds protruding from the bondage. Daddy's line of sight is clear as his focus falls to my tits, enjoying the bounty he's received for the holidays. “I got this gift specially for you,” I say, shaking my butt. “I know Santa would never turn down a gift, knowing it'd be an insult to the person giving

Hello lovely readers, this is the Christmas special chapter which means you get to read it for free. Please note that this chapter isn't affiliated with the original book, it's just a work I put together specifically for Christmas. I hope you enjoy it though. Xoxo Merry Christmas "Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand." ~Dr. Seuss

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

I say exasperatedly. Reece laughs even harder. “No, she just wants us to cook together and watch some movies. The naked part was my idea.” Reece winks at me, and I glare at him giving him the evil eye. Ryder gives me a mischievous smile. “I mean I wouldn’t mind the naked part either, a naked Christmas sounds like an amazing Christmas to me.” I erupt in a fit of giggles, unable to stop myself. “You guys are terrible.”

"Master told me how much Cedric and Bernice enjoyed coming for burgers. Our parents and Master's sister, Cindy, are coming on Christmas Day for turkey and ham. Would you like to join us?" "I don't want to intrude." "You're not intruding. We're inviting you. Cedric is the only child who would be there and children make Christmas more fun, don't you think. They're always so excited." "You all won't be naked, will you?" I laughed. "Well, we have been naked in front of our parents, but we've never been naked in front of his sister, and Lisa's parents are the only ones comfortable being nude, so no, we won't. We're not even sure if Master's sister will accept our lifestyle choices. We'll probably