Tangled In Tinsel Novels & Stories

Tessa struggled to unlock the front door while balancing the groceries on her hip. She’d gone to the store intending to only buy a few more candy canes to decorate the tree, and some milk and butter to hold them over the store closures of the next two days, and a few sweets to put in Curtis’ stocking. Nothing major. But as always when you combined Tessa and Christmas, things had got a tiny bit… well. Out of control. She hadn’t meant to buy six chocolate bars, or the tangerines, or the gourmet gingerbread coffee, or another two cakes, or that potted poinsettia. It had all just – happened. Call it an overdose of cheer, and possibly temporary insanity.

Thirty years old side effects. The flower trail went downstairs, up until the living room, where the whole place was decorated with Mimosas everywhere I looked. The flowers were not so elegant like roses or but the meaning behind it mattered the most to me. “Happy woman’s day, tesoro. You are the most beautiful woman in my eyes,” I turned around to find him grinning, with his hand raised and a silver chain dangling in between his fingers. I smiled back. No, I was grinning like a fool.

Chapter 1: Lace and Liquor The first mistake was wearing red. Not just any red—a blood-silk dress that clung to my hips like it knew all my secrets. I hadn’t meant to stand out at the company’s exclusive gala, but the boutique only had two sizes left. One too small, the other scandalously tight. Guess which I picked. The second mistake? Turning too fast with a glass of champagne in my hand and crashing straight into a brick wall of muscle wearing an Armani tux.

But Charlie liked them creepy and bumpy like the asphalt. Found a match. I quickly got into a sexy denim jean—tight enough that my cock stood visible—and a black, transparent shirt with nothing under to block the perfect view of my seductive abs. Not going to school today, so no need for my funky oversizes parading as a girl and those brown glasses. I took them and whisked them into my cabinet. Sure gonna confuse her—either buying the jacket or getting some fucks from me. I teared up. Actually, I had never tasted a girl before.

Aislen’s eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the Playroom with supernatural quickness and she smothered her laughter as she saw what Talen had been up to. The bed had been looped with Christmas fairy lights, tinsel, and red bows that held candy canes in place. As they neared, Talen activated the fairly lights so that the room, and its many sordid toys, flashed and flickered in shades of red and green - as did the two men already on the bed.

My words were cut off as I wobbled slightly, eliciting a chorus of concerned noises from my mates. “Maybe I should do that part,” Noah suggested, already moving toward me. I waved him off. “I’m fine, really. Just focus on not tangling yourself in more tinsel.” Noah looked down at himself, realizing he’d somehow managed to wrap a long strand of silver tinsel around his legs. He grinned sheepishly. “It’s a talent.” Callum and Oscar exchanged mischievous glances, and I immediately felt wary. “What are you two plotting?” I asked, climbing down from the ladder.

I went deep into my closet to find the best shirt I could find, before going for the doorknob and grabbed the damned tie. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TAYA's POV : I was just standing casually in the corner of the room. I took note of how the dance committee did a great job with this year's Winter Formal. They had fairy lights hanging all around, fake snow and mistletoes, and the stage resembled Elsa's ice castle from Frozen.

Inhaling her scent through her hair, with his hands caressing her back. “Tomorrow is Saturday, the fashion party takes place tomorrow night, would you come?” He softly asked. “Hmm, I will try,” Tinsely smiled weakly, tears spilling. “You have to. Everyone would love to meet the hand behind our new trending design, it's all credit to you,” Lorenzo kissed her tears away. Tinsely chuckled, and she embraced. Even despite their opposition lately, they still find time to be with each other and make up time... *TEMS’s—PENTHOUSE*

saad niya bago inilabas ang isang silver necklace. Wala na din akong nagawa nang lumapit pa siya lalo para isuot iyon sa akin. Nasa harap ko siya habang isinusuot sa leeg ko ang regalo niya. Dahil sa lapit niya ay yumuko na lamang ako para na din matingnan ang disenyo ng kwintas. It’s made of glass. It looks like snowball but with a letter “T” engraved inside. Napakunot ang noo ko. “Bakit T?”

She was almost wearing something in black and silver, the heart attack inducing ensemble left her tits high and her nipples bare. The material was some sort of peekaboo deal that hid some things and showcased others. I twirled my finger in the air and she turned. "Oh fuck...baby...you." English Talon; put two words together before you blow this. Fuck I can't even think much less talk. She'd better not be teasing me with this shit; didn't it mean something when a woman got dressed up in one of these numbers? I think my brain cells along with everything else of importance headed south.