Naturist Freedom Christmas นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"It was just play. A little fun and games. Nobody here is trying to steal anybody's spouse or anything like that. It's just a kind of wild freedom to indulge a little in each other; all the time knowing there are limits, and wanting to push them just a little. Maybe we just want to think that we're the special ones, the one that our friends would risk everything for." She giggled some more, "I figured you probably pushed a few limits today too, huh?" "Absolutely," I laughed. "I had to get out of that cabin after lunch with Robin, before I forgot myself, and did something really stupid. "You know, I hear about how naturists get so that being around others naked isn't really sexual. I don't kn

A storm behind the smiles. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Lena shot across the room like a chaotic missile, skidding into me with a hug that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Jesus Christ, you look like a Disney princess who failed the survival side quest,” she said, tugging my hood down. “Did he cheat with a girl? A guy? A whole choir? Spill.” I choked on a laugh—weak, cracked. “Guy.” She froze. Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.”

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.

“Are you free tonight?” My heart dropped a little. Tonight was Christmas dinner. There were guests coming. There would be loud conversations and cleaning afterward. No chance to leave the house. “I’m not free,” I said softly. “My family is having people over.” “I see…” he said. He sounded disappointed. “I know it’s short notice, but… I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. I thought maybe I could spend it with you.” My breath stopped for a moment. He wanted to spend Christmas… with me?

They spent almost an hour tearing through presents that was under their small silver tinsel tree. The Covid Grinch stole our christmas this year.Sarah was determined to make it up to them. After her rather long sleep she felt alive,her body was rejuvinated. They all wore their masks, she kept the sanitiser within reach and although they social distanced, they had a lovely afternoon watching Christmas movies. Sarah video called Nat and Nash to check how they were. They seemed in better health than a few days ago. Nat still had a slight wheeze but the worst was over.They all seemed as if they were in the clear.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

"Come on out when you're ready. It's only Christmas once a year." Taren chuckled without humor. "You're forgetting that we live in the Christmas capital of the United States, where it's Christmas three hundred sixty-five days a year." "You know what I mean." Bret stood and stopped at the door. "Erica's cookies are ready. You'd better come out and get one before they're all gone." Taren scoffed. "And you didn't bring me one? What's wrong with you?" he teased, rising from his seat. "Well, it looks like I'd better get one before you heathens eat them all."

Ella “Wait what?!” I exclaim, certain that I must be hearing things. Sinclair can’t have possibly just said what I think he did. He smiles, tracing circles on the soft skin of my belly. “You heard me.” He teases. “Completely naked?” I gape, blushing at the idea alone. “Everyone? Even the children?” “I’ve told you, shifters don’t associate nudity with sex the way that humans do. It’s our natural state.” Sinclair explains gently. “No one feels self conscious, because there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He found something very erotic about how much trust those women had in their partner. He has been planning for Christmas Eve night ever since. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He had been doing extensive research into all things spanking and BDSM. He wanted to make Christmas perfect. He was going to fulfill his wife's deepest desires and bring her fantasy to life. He knew he was going to want a romantic setting and complete privacy, so what better way to get that than in a remote cabin in the mountains over Christmas? It was the perfect cover and Erica was none the wiser.

Alpha for Christmas Livia's POV “Is this the place?” He asked warmly while curbing the car to a corner. “Yes, it is.” I exhaled heavily in relief. The ride was smooth and quiet, and stealing a look at the environment from the car, the place had changed a lot. I was thinking my parents would never renovate the family duplex but they did a good job in it - who knew if it was because it was Christmas and I would be coming over with a guest?