Sappy Christmas Novels & Stories

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

"Anyway, here I am actually considering your offer. But I got a few questions, and I don't know if I can or can not, but I have some quirks. I don't know. I don't know how these things work. Shit. Maybe I shouldn't come." "Hey...hey, it's okay. That's what I'm here for. So, ask away." "Well, first what is the scope of this sugar baby entailed to? Is it just a companion? or do we have to have sex with them? And is there any boundaries? I mean there are some kinky people out there, and I'm not sure I'm one of them." I stopped right there and waited for her answers.

Those tree lights danced over her curves, the red glow on her jiggling tits as she leaned forward, blue and green sparks on her ass as it clapped down on me. I gripped her hips hard, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, guiding her as she picked up speed. Up and down she bounced, fast and filthy, her pussy slurping obscenely around my shaft, forcing out bubbles of our earlier load with every lift. I slap her ass rippling with each drop, the sound echoing like holiday bells. "Goddamn, baby, your pussy's a Christmas miracle. Gripping me like a velvet glove full of jingle balls."

“I know what you are going to say. Take as much time as you want but come with a positive reply. Give me a chance and I will make you the happiest woman in the world.” After they finished having the snack, Liam extended his hand for Sophia to dance. The light went dim on the dance floor. A slow Christmas song was playing in the stereo and both of them were dancing to the tune. After some time, Sophia felt dizzy. She did not even have the wine. What was happening to her?

She got out of the house in a few minutes and saw Sebastian’s car waiting in front of her compound. When he saw she was out, he stepped out of the car. His eyes fell on her and his jaw slacked all of a sudden. Her loosely flown hair breezed in the air as she ran towards him, her smile was like that of the sun rising on a new garden. His eyes moved all over her body as she hurriedly closed the gap between them. She got to where he stood and threw her hands around his neck. He lifted her almost immediately and twirled her in the air. The charming scent of her perfume filled his nostril as he swiveled her, he could recall that scent, he remembered it was the perfume he got for her on Christmas

“Arya, you have to help us! Please, I'm begging you The woman screamed hysterically, drawing unwanted attention to them. “Who are you?” Allison asked, not even bothering to hide her disgust. “My name is Sandy... Arya knows me... Please Arya help us!” Jace’s mum, Sandy, pleaded. Her current look was completely different from how she looked the day before. She looked... Haggard. As much as Arya wanted to ask what happened and as much as she wanted to help the woman... She couldn't.

It felt like I was experiencing the proposal all over again. A squeal erupted from Princess Sydney, and she ran up to me, throwing her body into mine. "This is absolutely splendid! I'm so glad that you're going to become husband and wife," she gushed, bouncing up and down against me. I'd never knew she had the potential to be so jolly, but I supposed my announcement was an exception.

"Jesus, honey, I don't know, I haven't exactly had an exciting sex life you know. Maybe twice, with your mother, when we were young." "Good . . . I am going to make you cum three times tonight." "But honey I am not so young anymore and Mr. Garrett he might . . ." "Mr. Garrett won't be back for hours and as for you not being young anymore. Tonight is special. It's Christmas Eve when all sorts of magical things can happen, especially when one is in an enchanted forest like we are . . . . And making you cum three times will be one of them. Oh, and I am going to do it a different way each time too . . . just in case you were wondering."

“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…