A Good ManChapter 25 The Christmas Ball
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The parcel in my apartment mailbox on Christmas Eve was a surprise. I hadn’t been expecting anything. There was no return address, but it was very clearly addressed to me, so it obviously wasn’t a mistake. With this Christmas looking like it would be my worst ever, a mystery gift at least promised some kind of delight, or at least distraction, to brighten things up a bit.
The most obvious source of my bleak holiday mood was my recent break-up. Frank, my boyfriend of the past four years, had walked out on me just two weeks before Christmas. Apparently, my bringing up the question of when we might consider marriage and a family had hit a sore spot or something. It was the second time that a long-term boyfriend had flaked out on me when I started talking about commitment and babies. I was thirty and starting to think my dreams of having a family were just that---dreams.
To top it off, a massive storm front had rolled into Southern Ontario that morning, shutting a lot of activities down. My sister had called to postpone our family Christmas dinner since the storm was expected to continue through to Boxing Day. A party I had planned to go to that night had similarly been cancelled, though that was less of a problem since I had originally been going to that with Frank. Even stores were starting to close early as the usual last minute shopping parade tailed off in the face of heavy blowing snow.
So, I found myself facing Christmas with no Frank or family to spend it with. It would literally be my first ever Christmas alone. I wasn’t sure whether to spend it drunk in front of the TV or sobbing in bed. Into that messed-up holiday had come my mysterious package.
When I got to my apartment and opened the parcel, the contents of the package were an even bigger surprise than receiving it. Inside was a vibrator, with a nice shaft about five or so inches long and topped by a clitoral stimulator. The little card inside simply read, “For you to enjoy. Merry Christmas.”
I could not think of anyone who would send me such a gift. I wasn’t involved in any kind of “Secret Santa” and even if I was, it would be odd for someone to give a sex toy for something like that. It certainly wasn’t something that I could see either my family or friends buying me. Frank was clearly out. Even when we were together, my ex hadn’t liked me enjoying anything sexually other than his dick and tongue, even my own fingers.
Putting the parcel down, I stared at it for a bit longer. I had never actually owned a such a device before. Self-satisfaction had always come from fingers or improvised playthings like humping my body pillow. I started wondering how the vibe might feel inside me; what effect the vibrations would have on me. The first stirrings of arousal moistened the soft space between my thighs.
“No,” I said, tearing my attention away, “Not now, at least.”
I had laundry to be washed, presents to wrap, and even some work to finish before I could relax and try to enjoy the holiday; assuming I even could enjoy it under the circumstances. Tempting as a session with the mysterious gift might be, it wasn’t going to happen now.
Picking up my laundry hamper and soap, I headed for the eighteenth floor laundry room. It was fairly quiet there, with only one dryer rumbling away. After loading and starting a washer, I crashed on the couch in the neighbouring tenants’ lounge and found the book I was reading.
There was a bookshelf in the lounge where people could drop off their old books for others to enjoy while waiting for their laundry. I was working my way through a steamy, if rather conventional, historical romance about an English noblewoman seduced by a hunky Scottish laird. It wasn’t great literature and seriously fucked with history but the writer did have a way with words where sex was concerned.
The chapter I was starting to read quickly launched into some erotic action involving the lady’s maid and two of the highlander’s companions. It was something that had been building for a couple chapters and the build-up proved well worth it. As I read, I half-consciously slipped my free hand down my sweatpants and, glad I had gone commando, began playing gently with my pussy. Slowly, I ran a finger along my moistening lips and teased the swelling bud of my clitoris.
I was close to climax when the sound of the elevator startled me back to reality. I pulled my hand out of my pants and tried to look relaxed and nonchalant instead of horny and aroused. Denise, my neighbour and friend, walked by and flashed me a smile. She lived down the hall from me and, after a couple years as neighbours, we had become friendly over the last few months. Denise had sat up with me the night Frank left to provide comfort while I cried out my anger and grief.
Getting up from the sofa, I walked into the laundry room. Denise was unloading the dryer with her back to me. She wore tight yoga-style pants and a cropped long sleeve t-shirt. The former showed off a toned, shapely bum and a bit of camel toe when she bent over.
Still aroused from masturbating to the story, I found myself enjoying the view and wrestling with an urge to touch my neighbour. I had felt a bit of an attraction to Denise before but it had never been strong like this. My bisexuality was a part of my life that I really didn’t talk about much. While I had been aware of it myself since I was eighteen, I had really only ever come out to the handful of women I had slept with. Even Frank hadn’t known.
“Hi, Denise,” I said, turning to open the washer since it had fallen silent.
My friend looked up at me with a smile. Her face was dark and pretty, with full red lips that I was dying to kiss.
“Hi, Heather. How’s it going?”
“Could be worse, could be better. I’m not feeling very Christmas-y, that’s for sure.”
“Any plans for Christmas Day?”
“No. Just me and my little tree trying not to be too glum. The storm has put off my family’s Christmas gathering. With Frank gone, all my other plans have kind of blown away. Don’t even feel like doing much.”
“I totally get that,” Denise responded, “I once had a Christmas bust-up. Thought I would never enjoy the holidays again.”
“But it got better?” I asked.
“I’m not much of a Christmas person anymore, I guess,” Denise answered, “But I get some enjoyment out of it.”
“At least I’ve got something to keep myself entertained,” I said, wondering if Denise might be able to shed any light on my gift.
“Really? What?” she asked, perking up.
“Someone sent me a mystery gift,” I said, feeling my cheeks warming, “It’s a… vibrator. A nice one. No idea who sent it.”
“That would be entertaining,” Denise said, grinning wickedly. “Tried it out yet?”
“No, but I’m getting eager to. I was reading one of those romance novels on the shelf in the lounge and… uh… yeah,” I stammered, blushing more.
Denise giggled.
“Two weeks without a partner and you’re already falling apart,” she said. “What happens after two months?”
“Maybe this vibe will help with that,” I responded, “Though I’ve never used one before.”
“I have. Own a couple, in fact. Maybe I should give you a lesson,” Denise said in a slightly sultry tone.
“I’d like that,” I said, feeling excited by the idea.
“Put your clothes in the dryer and then we’ll go down to your place so you can show it to me,” she said.
Almost robotically, I loaded a dryer and started it up.
The elevator ride felt long and slow. All the way down I was tense, both excited and nervous about what seemed about to happening. Between my legs, I felt myself getting even wetter than my reading had left me.
In my apartment, I took the toy out of the box and handed it to Denise.
“Nice,” my friend said as she examined it, “A Misty 3000. These are fairly new. I have the 2500.”
She flicked it on. A faint hum filled the room.
“Here, touch it. Just with a finger,” Denise said, holding the toy out.
I did and felt the light vibrations against my skin.
“How’s that?” she asked.
“Good. Very gentle. I always worried that a vibe would be too strong or something.”
“It can be if you don’t adjust things right,” my friend explained, “You’ve got to experiment a bit and see what works for you. Let’s sit down and see what we can do with this. Try it on someplace more sensitive. Maybe a nipple?”
Almost shaking between nerves and excitement, I sat on my couch and lifted my t-shirt to expose my small, firm tits. A hungry look came over Denise’s face as she sat next to me and that excited me. Obviously, she liked seeing my body exposed. Moving in close to me, my neighbour touched the softly humming toy to my right nipple.
“Oo,” I gasped, feeling a beautiful, if sharp, tingling that ran down my body, “I like that.”
“Good,” Denise said in a soothing tone as she slowly rubbed the toy on my erect nipple, “Very good.”
She repeated the treatment on my left nipple. Her face moved close to mine. Our eyes locked. Then, without a word from either of us, our mouths joined in a kiss.
“Ready for the main event?” she said quietly after a couple kisses.
“Please,” I replied.
She sat back and turned the vibe off. Smiling, I slid my sweatpants off, then parted my thighs.
I was quite wet now. Denise looked down, then put the toy between my spread thighs. Slowly and lightly, she caressed my flushed pussy lips and teased my clit. Then she turned the vibe back on. The vibrating tip stroking my pussy, which was still pretty enflamed from my play in the lounge, felt wonderful. I lay back on the sofa and let the sensation of the vibe on my genitals wash over me. Then it brushed my aroused clit directly. My body tensed as an orgasm erupted from between my legs.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped aloud, squealing with delight at the beautiful feeling.
Denise smiled and said nothing, just moved the vibrator away from my now-sensitive clit.
“Feeling good?”
“Very,” I answered dreamily, now in a state of ecstasy that I wasn’t going to come out of easily.
“And you’re okay with me doing this to you?”
“Loving every minute of it, Denise,” I said, “Don’t stop.”
She kissed me again, her tongue sliding against my own. I felt the head of the toy enter me, my slick channel taking it in easily. It vibrated gently inside my body, a new sensation that I quite enjoyed. Slowly, my neighbour pushed it in deeper until the little finger of the clit stimulator was just touching my clit and the bulbous head inside was near my G spot.
Then Denise changed the vibration setting.
“Oh wow,” I said weakly as new, stronger vibrations rippled through me.
My neighbour’s mouth moved to my breast, sucking gently on my erect nipple. She moved the device inside me just a little to put more pressure on my clit. I was on the brink, enough stimulation to get me really hot but not enough to send me over the edge.
I put my hand on Denise’s head, stroking her coarse, black hair as she continued to suckle at my tit. Frank was forgotten. Now I could only think of Denise and the intense pleasure between my legs. This was one of the most deeply erotic experiences I had ever shared with another person. And with that thought, another orgasm erupted. I cried aloud and my body shook.
Denise remained relentless, sucking and biting my nipples as she kept working my pussy with the vibe. I am not sure if that initial climax went on for a long time or if I just had several in a row. All I know is that I was totally lost in a state of erotic bliss for untold minutes.
Finally, I was too sensitive for more and pushed Denise away. Sitting up, she switched off the vibrator and removed it from my dripping snatch. I stared at my friend for a moment, enjoying the sight of her lovely face. Then I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth on to mine for a long, deep kiss.
“Merry Christmas,” I said, my voice a little breathless and husky, “And thank you. You gave me the gift, right?”
Denise smiled and nodded.
“Merry Christmas, Heather. I thought you needed it,” she answered, gently stroking my hair.
“But you didn’t get anything yet,” I pointed out.
“Your need was greater. But I am very turned on now.”
“Then let’s see what I can do for you. Something tells me this is going to be a very good Christmas after all.”
I got up, took the vibrator from my friend’s hand, and began walking towards my bedroom. Glancing back, I grinned as I watched Denise quickly shed her clothing before following me. It was hours before I finally remembered to retrieve my laundry.
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AnalChristmas Journey************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2011The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.It was the day before Christmas Eve in the mid 1960s. I was facing a boring Christmas sitting in my office in Devonport Dockyard waiting for...
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Christmas Surprise By Margaret Jeanette Tori Hansen was on the way to her mother's to make Christmas candy. It was three weeks until Christmas and it was a tradition for her and her mother to make candy for Christmas for her, her mother and her sister Tanya. She arrived at her mother's house and when she was in she found her mother feeling under the weather. Her mother asked if they could put off making the candy until next Saturday. She told her that it was okay and that she was...
To Bake a Christmas Cake A fictional story, written by REIF DISCLAIMER: This is adult fiction with heavy transgender elements, if you find that in any way offensive then stop reading NOW. No character in this story is meant to resemble any actual person living or dead. Please respect the author and don't steal. Comments and feedback may be directed to [email protected] Chapter 1 There are few sounds more unique than that of snow crunching underfoot, it...
"You just don't have any sense of adventure anymore," complained Debbie. "Like all those muggers and murderers you deal with everyday?" I wanted to know. "It has nothing to do with my job," she replied. "And for your information it is usually burglars that I'm involved in catching, not murderers. The problem is with you. Ever since you finished acting school, all you do is sit around here and mope. I don't mind about the fact that you can't contribute much to the rent, but I just don't get any...
Straight Sex"You need to think about this, Eric," Tom, my roommate, told me. "I don't think it would be good for you to stay in this apartment alone for a month. Please come home with me for Christmas. My family would really love to have you." I told him I'd think about it. One I grew up loving Christmas. My parents always made it a fun event. There was just the three of us, and no other family nearby, but we made it fun. We were never all that religious, but we understood the peaceful message...
Joyce had barely made it back to the apartment from the grocery store where she worked as a checkout clerk and tucked the ham she’d brought home—the last one in the store—before it was time to go pick up the Christmas cake she’d ordered from Gleesons before they closed. She had already been cutting her time short—she still had to go buy a tree and figure out where she’d stashed the ornaments and lights—and she hadn’t gotten off shift when she expected to. She kicked herself for not remembering...
Trevor Lloyd was the nicest man I’d ever known. He was kind, compassionate and genuinely cared about other people. So it was no surprise to me or the rest of the neighbourhood that he couldn’t bear to leave his wife of fifteen years when he found out she was having an affair. The rest of us, including his children, all knew what was going on, but no one was willing to break the poor guy’s heart and tell him. Mr Lloyd had a few house staff who he was extremely generous to. He had a housekeeper...
Under the pale light of stars, minister Steve Bogan drove stealthily to a nearby motel. It was daybreak on Christmas Eve, and Steve’s only time to get away from his wife, who staying at his brother’s house for the morning taking care of his two small children. Although Steve and June had been married six years, the spice had gone out of their relationship and things had become very humdrum. The first few years of their union had been blissful, with many trips to the Enchanted Place for frantic...
(If this story ends up in the Romance category, it would be a guy’s concept of romance, so ladies, just bare with me here – I’m doing the best I can.) * I hate Christmas. Is that so wrong? I hate the stupid music, and the greedy children, and the traffic jams that begin on Black Friday and extend through New Years. And Christmas trees? What is that all about? Down here in the desert, if you put up a Christmas tree, five days later it’s a bone-dry skeleton surrounded by a pile of brown...
The Christmas holiday season has always been a memorable time of year. Whether it is time spent with family, those special gifts from a loved one, or simply the smell of Grandma's cooking, every Christmas has always had something worthy of remembrance. The story of the Christmas holiday which I am about to relate holds a special fondness. It happened many years ago when I was still a single guy in my twenties. One of the things that distinguish it from the others is the amount of snow and cold...
Love StoriesThe Most Wonderful Follow-Up: The True Meaning Of Christmas By Katharine Sexkitten I left the security guard clothes in the public washroom. They smelled. In fact they reeked. No doubt about it. Up until earlier this morning, I would have thought the odor was unusual, and not altogether attractive. Now I thought they smelled like heaven. They were completely covered in my own cum, more or less dried. I remember vividly making the mess. It was more cum than I'd ever...
It is only November 1, and the mall speakers are blaring Christmas music already. The Christmas season hasn’t been a favorite of mine for many years. And each year the commercialization Christmas seems to start earlier. Hell, we haven’t had Thanksgiving yet, and Halloween was just last night! The last Christmas I can remember that I actually got excited about, was nearly forty years ago. It was the last one before my mom died. Christmas was her time of the year. She saved a bit of the...
‘That’s what I saw on the TV news just now. So maybe you’d better . . .’ ‘It’s Christmas Eve, Stella,’ Nadine answered, the stubbornness in her voice almost palpable. ‘Those guys were really cute, and I’ve never skied Winter Park before. Gotta do something to get out of here.’ ‘Yeah, well, if the snow really hits up there at Berthoud Pass, there wouldn’t be any skiing, they wouldn’t find you ’til spring,’ Stella said. She was fiddling with the crooked plastic Christmas tree in the corner of...
Christmas Story Four Stocking Stuffer I have been the community Santa Claus for a few years now and then one day I received a phone call from a woman trying to hire me for a Christmas party. I had a funny feeling about it so at first I said no but she was very persistent. She offered me more money than I normally charge and she said that there would be a lot of children there too. I was finally sold on the idea as long as there were kids involved. She said that I was to show up near...
A Christmas To Remember By Anon Allsop I looked at her from the corner of my eye, she was definitely flustered but I could care less, she was their mother and the behavior of her children were her own concern...my problem was that they were most likely going to distract me with their constant banter and shenanigans throughout the entire church service. She sighed as her young son began crawling under the front pew; she quickly bent down and caught the three year old by the leg, and...