Santa Claus Stories Novels & Stories

He was hiding something tonight. I could feel it. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked suddenly. I blinked. “What?” “If you could have anything.” The question caught me off guard. I should’ve said something normal. A vacation. A better apartment. Freedom from this double life. Instead the words slipped out before I could stop them. “I want Santa to personally pay me a visit.” Silence filled the room. Then his laugh came through the speakers low and dark enough to make my stomach flip. “So needy tonight.”

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

“So, the single mom woke up the next day to a delivery van full of gifts and a big Christmas tree! Upon asking the men who brought the gifts over, she found out that everything came from her new boss, the same man who brought her and her children to an amusement park the night before. But at the back of her mind, she started to worry again that these presents may have some strings attached…” “The story sounds so familiar,” Siel told her mate with a smile as she watched her children enjoying another storytelling session with Myron and Raquel. “Also, how many bonfires does your pack get to celebrate in a year, anyway?”

I was required to read three stories before Alex shut it down and forced me out of the room. “Daddy what if Santa doesn’t come?” “Santa’s comin’ baby girl. I promise.” He smiled. “But he’s not comin’ ’til you fall asleep. And believe me, he’ll know.” She let out a frustrated groan, but lay down and closed her eyes tight. I forced myself not to giggle. She was trying so hard to be good, but she was fighting her desire to see Santa come down the chimney. “Lily,” Alex said.

A man who seemed to have a lot of money, like a king, but who was Nikolai Dostoyevsky, or Nikolai D. It was really snowing, it was a good Christmas, full of abundance, a good end to the morning, anyway, Santa Claus arrived early. Ho- ho - ho, anyway, she went out to do her Christmas shopping on that snowy day. In the middle of the town of Lovecraft County. Present moment. City of Desires of Poisons. We learn about Silvia's adventures and misadventures, when she was going through financial problems, her mother was widowed a few years ago, and now she herself is ill.

It's just his champion trophy standing high enough to blind them all, and he's about to make it shinier. "Hey K! My favorite out of all my favorites! How long has it been? I see you left the authorities some shock when they found out that you're alive, how's avoiding the polices? Any tripping or almost getting caught?" Mr. Christmas let out his usual annoying Santa Claus laugh while rubbing the bottom of his paunch. "Highly enjoyable, Christmas, you should try doing it sometimes." He sarcastically replied to the bald man that even made him laugh more. "You are so funny, K! You know how Invisible I am! No one could ever drag me down unless they hide all the twinkies and breads in the world in

Paunchy, clapped me on the back as I entered, his hand lingering a second too long on my waist. “Gentlemen, meet Selena, our very own Santa's Little Helper! She's here to make your Christmas merry.” Cheers erupted, glasses clinking. I scanned the room, heart picking up speed. These weren't office workers….they looked like execs, the kind who closed deals in backrooms and paid for extras.

==Olivia== I was rational; I knew that. As a child, I didn’t buy the idea that Santa Claus existed. It was just pure nonsense, I’d thought. There was no way in the world that an old heavily bearded man would ride through the skies with his reindeer and go on to distribute presents to kids. It was just too good to be true.

- She laughed, remembering how Jonathan had not been very successful in disguising his mustache and dark hair under his fake beard and crooked hat, but still managed to convince two dreamy little girls that he really was Santa Claus. - And to think that dad lost all of this because of an uncontrollable urge to sleep. – Megan smiled slyly, shaking her head negatively – What an unlucky father we had... - Or maybe just a tired parent. – Paul gave a yawn that Missy couldn't tell if it was true or just pretending – As soon as the last person finishes delivering their gifts, I'll run to bed. - Daddy! – Derek whimpered, already disappointed to know that his father wouldn't stay with them waiting fo

he mutters, rubbing his neck, “about that...” “Eh!” I shout, not wanting to turn his emotions into something sour, “I know all about your troubles, Santa.” I wiggle my nose, “I know the North Pole has been especially cold this year, and Santa's had to be very frugal this Christmas.” He nods, “I'm glad you understand.” I shake my head. “That doesn't mean Santa gets off scot-free.” He puffs out his chest, putting on his best deep Santa voice, “What can