Short Christmas Stories For Adults 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.

I never want this moment to end. We also share some embarrassing stories of when we were little and laugh about it. One of the stories she tells me is about when she was four and had thought that Santa Claus was an alien so she had cried so hard when she saw him at the mall greeting children. Her parents had to take her to another mall where there was another Santa waiting to greet her. When she refused to be pacified, her parents had to take her home but the following year when she had grown wiser and gotten to know who Santa Claus really was, she went to the mall to greet Santa herself and got a present.

Granny completed the story for us not minding my presence maybe cause am her in-law or just another way around. " So that's how you lied to us all" A young man walked in without a knock to give permission, he just made his way through the conversation.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

Scarlett sighed. Cherry noticed that her mommy looked sad and quickly said, "I'm too tired today, please bathe me, mommy." Scarlett marveled at Cherry's sudden change of mind, "Alright, I'll run you a nice warm bath now." Scarlett bathed Cherry and wore her some fluffy nightwear before taking a shower. She tucked Cherry in and told her a fascinating animal story filled with moral lessons. Cherry loved animals so she listened carefully. "... and that's why little kids shouldn't tell lies." Scarlett concluded.

Chapter 2: Reconciliation "It's pouring outside." Gina said while watching the rain and shivered at the cold, despite the heat coming from the chimney. She glanced at the unaffected wolf and snorted. "It must be nice having a thick coat of fur, huh?" Sam purred, wanting to invite her for a cuddle, but of course, Gina wasn't able to get the message and wrapped herself with a thick blanket, proceeding to type away to finish her novel. She only has a week left to finish her deadline before her editor kills her for real.