Romans & histoires Weird Santa Claus

Yours truly, Cari I stumbled naked to my bed and fell quickly asleep with a tipsy smile. Who knew that Santa — the big guy in red with the round belly and the long white beard — was not only real but incredibly horny and looking for someone just like me. “Someone’s been a very naughty girl,” a voice said in my ear and I jumped awake. I opened my eyes and found myself staring in the smiling eyes of none other than Santa himself. “No fucking way,” I breathed, wondering if I were still dreaming. “This can’t be real.”

She reread it, once, twice, as if the words might change if she blinked. He had approved her Christmas leave. Her chest tightened, confusion settling heavily in its place. This wasn’t like him. Alton Donovan did not grant favors lightly, and when he did, he was an absolute asshole. She glanced toward his office. The door was closed. Scarlet leaned back in her chair, heart racing now for an entirely different reason. There had to be a catch with this man.

— His voice was serene. ― What a miracle? What you mean? I waved my arms and held my head in disbelief at what I was hearing. —My Christmas miracle. —Dad, we're in May. What are you saying? You are out of your mind. My father stopped in front of me and touched my chest. I was speechless for a long moment as he closed his eyes. He looked like he was praying. Like me, my father was a man of science and was never one to put beliefs or religion above it. But something had changed inside him since Manuela had come to live in the mansion. I couldn't tell if it was just the reiki sessions, but the fact is that he was more serene, and his physical health had improved a lot. So much so that he had le

Melody smiled, taking a sip from her mug. Tara chuckled. “I think your excitement is rubbing off on me.” By late morning, they were in Tara’s car, music playing softly as they drove through town, singing along, dear senor Santa clause by Jim Reeves. Christmas decorations lined the streets, garlands, lights, oversized bows tied around lampposts. The air was warm, strangely so for the season, but no one seemed to mind. They parked near a shopping district and wandered on foot, stopping to admire window displays filled with ornaments, fake snow, and mannequins dressed in festive outfits. They were going to shop for a tree together.

I left Celly Bug in the kitchen. She needed time to think. Although it was Saturday, I planned to go to my office. I needed to do some more work in figuring out these incursions to our packlands. So far, it was only a few humans, but they had gotten farther than they should. We had caught nearly a dozen humans. All had similar stories, just hikers looking for an adventure. But they were all a little off somehow. One told us he had been hiking for months and didn't know where he was. Another said he had bought a map but lost his backpack when a giant wolf chased him. The map was in his backpack.

"I can’t grant you that, dear." "But I thought Santa could grant anything," I say, frowning. "Except this," he states firmly. "Why not?" He gestures with his hands, frustration written all over his face. "Because I’m Santa, not a magician. Besides, how exactly am I supposed to give you… a good fuck?" I shrug. "I don’t know… maybe you could make a man appear in my room. Someone hot, exactly my type, who’d just… fuck me senseless. You’re Santa—you can do that, right?"

She didn't know who it was but it was finally time to meet the person who has been gifting her Christmas for the past four years. Fourteen years old Year stood up and walked over to the board that she used to track her progress on finding her secret santa. She had been going block after block, apartment after apartment, house after house searching for a man that would fit the description for the last three years. Her town might not have been that big, but looking for a single man was like looking for a needel in a haysack. But she kept looking. And after three years she had two more houses left, assuming that the person does live in town. She ran out quickly and went to the first house but f

It was then that I came to the realization that I had always wanted my best friend but just didn't want to admit it. When he pulled out a Christmas mask, after I told him about my wish of meeting a Santa Claus to fuck me hard, I had hoped he would be the Santa Claus. I had imagined Gavin pulling me close for a kiss, to whisper that I didn't need a Santa Claus since he was already here to grant my desires but he did neither. Rather he stepped away and even helped me find an erotic club, where I could meet Santa Claus. As soon as I entered the club, I was taken aback by the displays I saw around.

I gesture weakly at the room, “snowstorm, cozy cabin, candles, warm bath appearing out of nowhere—this feels very… festive.” He stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “And,” I add, because my nerves need humor to survive, “maybe Santa is real and he truly read my letter and he’s very invested in hypothermia prevention.” Silence. Then, very quietly, Damien snorts. The sound surprises both of us. “Santa,” he repeats. “Hey, don’t judge,” I defend softly. “I just watched your bathroom unlock itself and fill a tub. At this point, a fat man in red breaking into cabins wouldn’t even crack the top five weirdest things tonight.”

My first suspect was Hudson of course, he was fond of doing absurd stuff like this with the kids just because he could afford it. “It’s not me, I swear it!” I announced the moment my eyes fell on him. But guess what happened, “It’s us! We got the bikes!” Santa Claus called out to me. Both himself and his fucking twin stepping out like they owned the place, and just then I knew something was off with them. The thought hadn’t even settled well in my mind, before they took their mask off. And, Viola! “Papa!” Miles screamed with delight, “Oldie?” Miley called out as well, both of them facing the now smiling Santa Claus. Both Santa Claus!