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The door bell rang and she moved swiftly as she was trained to open it. It was only the UPS driver dropping off a package for master. Master had said before he left for the day that a package was coming and she was not to open it. In passing he said that she would find out soon enough what was in the package. This had made her curious looking at the package now. All she remembered was that she was to put it in the chamber. Oh the chamber the place of pain and pleasure.
She moves swiftly down the stairs to the chamber and opens the gate and enters knells and kisses the floor. She then thinks why she does this when he is not here and it passes. She moves over and puts the package on the table and caresses the table like it was a cherished treasure. She has been stretched to her limits on this table many a times to please her master. To one that does not understand, this room would be a horror out of the medieval days, a torture chamber. But in her it stirs a feeling that is just indescribable. This place is the essence of her calling, her world or as she corrects herself, her master’s world which she is a small part of but a part of it never less. Her mind drifts to her master. Yes to her master she is his slave. A slave, which is just a slave, as any other possession of her masters. She takes comfort in the fact that she is his slave.
She looks around the room seeing the cages that her and her sisters enter the chamber from each of their rooms. They are not the cages that they are kenneled in when in master’s bedroom. These are cages that one can not see through. A door on the other side is where a slave enters the cage form her own room and then waits on her hands and knees for master to open the other door into the chamber. It is dark in the cages and she has waited hours in hers before master got around to her turn in the chamber listening to her sister’s moans and pleadings for more from master as he extracts his pleasure with them one at a time. She quickly kneels on the floor forgetting that she is not allowed to stand in the chamber unless instructed to. The floor is warm because that is where the heating system is in the chamber. She says without hesitation excuse me master for being so bold. Then again she thinks he is not here why does she do this.
She remembers her first time in this room. It was when master was interviewing her to be a slave. She was somewhat interested in the lifestyle and she had been chatting with a person online for quite sometime now and decided to go to his place for this interview. She had to bring a friend along that was just to sit and watch and intercede on her part if she did not wish to continue with the interview something that she did not understand. After some pleasantries were exchanged and the rules of the chamber were given they went to the chamber. Her friend was to just sit and say nothing during the interview. She was instructed to stand at a spot while he looked at her. She looked at him and was thinking this can not be the man she communicated with. The man she thought should have been taller and more muscular and more handsome. He tells her to strip for inspection. She thinks he is bold in telling and not asking but hears the command voice in a way that is comforting yet threatening. She strips. He walks around her looking, prodding, probing, and feeling her body. She is nervous and starts to tremble a little. He steps back and tells her if she is picked and will submit she must have her body in better shape then what it is. She is insulted; her body is beautiful to her. He goes on and says that she is to lose 8 pounds, to work out and firm up her breast and muscle tone, and to shave her pubic area. No slaves here are permitted hair in the pubic area or any other part of the body except the head. He tells her to kneel and she kneels. He comes over and cuffs her in the side of the face, when I tell you to do something you do it with a sense of urgency. Her face is stinging and she reply’s yes master. He comes over and cuffs her again that reels her back and now her ear is ringing. He then states that she is to address him as sir for she is not his slave and only if she begs to be and he accepts her will she then call him master. She replies yes sir.
The interview or inquisition she was thinking continued for around three hours. She was put through every station in the chamber. It was a painful experience and she thought of telling her friend to stop it but she figured it was only one time and this will be the last time for this is not for her. Her friend was taken back to what was happening but sat and said nothing. Her body ached from the sores from the ropes and burned from the lashings. She was instructed to lie on the table. She was thinking what more could be done to hurt and humiliate her. But there was a feeling coming over her that she could not understand and this man was comforting in a way to that feeling. He certainly knows how to extract pain from her and he is commanding and dominating. He looks different to her now. What is happening to her? She now realizes that she is strapped to the table and electrodes are being attached to parts of her. A ball gag is roughly put in her mouth. My god she thinks she is going to be electrocuted. He is standing over her with a control box looking into her eyes. A tingling sensation starts at parts of her body and rises in pitch. She feels the stirring in her body to this reaction and she can not control what happens next.
In the car her friend tells her that he will contact you later. She asks her why did you do this. I would never do something like that. She is thinking the same thing and tells her so. This lifestyle is not for her. She has experienced it now and it is not what she wants. The ride home is quiet.
She steps out of the shower and looks at her body and sees the red marks all over her. She notes that there are no bruises on her. She was sure there were going to be some and is surprised there are none. As she looks into the mirror she sees what he saw and mentally tells herself she does need to work out more. She grabs her razor and heads back into the shower.
As she lies in her bed waiting to fall asleep she thinks of what happen tonight and repeats this is not for her. She pictures him in her mind and a smile comes over her face but says this is not for her, he is not what she is looking for. Her hand glides down her body that is still tingling and burning from the interview and feels the new smoothness between her legs. It is very sore there. The dildo that was used on her was large and intimating. She then realizes that he did not take her himself. This is not for her she states and falls asleep with her hand still between her legs.
It has been several weeks since the interview and there has not been any communication with him. This is not what she wants anyway and she will tell him so. She is too independent to give herself to someone in that way and it is not what she wants. She has thought often of the interview and her body quivers a little and she gets wet between her legs when she thinks of it but it is not what she wants. A message pops up on the screen “Hello Little One”. It is from him. She replies Hello, Sir. I would like you to come over tonight by yourself. She responds “what time, Sir”.
The phone is ringing and she quickly runs upstairs to get it. Hello how may I help you, is her reply. The one she is conditioned to say when in master’s house. It is master she feels her body tremble with the sound of his voice. Little One I am bringing a guest home for dinner tonight. You will wear your servant outfit and will not call me master while the guest is there. Yes master, she replies. You will also not have your collar on. She feels naked with out her collar but she replies, yes master. He then instructs her on the meal and how it is to be prepared and served. She quickly hurries about to get her other work done so she can have the dinner ready at the time master instructed.
She is the only slave of masters that is allowed the privilege of being in the house when master is not home. She only wishes master would allow her to sell her business so she could be here all the time. She only wants to be with master but he is absolute on that issue. He tells her that she must plan for a time when they may not be master/slave and she would not have anything to fall back on if the business is sold. He is right; she only wishes that he was wrong. He also told her that being on the outside also lets her appreciate her enslavement more. It makes her more wanting to be in the collar when they are not together or when she is not here at master’s house.
Why is master bringing a guest home on Christmas Eve? She was so hoping that she and her sisters would have this evening with master. It is probably a business person and they had not worked out all the arrangements of a business deal and decided to finish it over dinner.
She hears the cars pull up the long driveway towards the house. She quickly moves to open the door. Master is escorting a beautiful woman towards the door. Little one is surprised but keeps her composure. He introduces Little one to Joan and says this is my servant who has prepared an outstanding meal for us tonight. As Joan passes by her on entering she can smell her perfume and when master walks by she quivers hoping he will touch her but he does not and enters the house. She quickly serves the drinks master wanted when entering the house and announces dinner will be ready in 15 minutes, Sir. She moves swiftly to the kitchen to take care of the last minute details. She is confused why master brought home a woman and on Christmas Eve. It is not the first time he has brought women home and used them in a conventional way. He is master and master can do what he wants. But she was so hoping that she would be in his arms tonight and every night as far as that goes even just to be in the cage in his bedroom would help her even if he was using this woman. She removes the thoughts for she wants this dinner to be perfect for master and his guest.
As they are drinking their coffee she can hear Joan making a subtle pitch to her master. Little one now knows that she will be alone tonight and on Christmas Eve. Her master calls and she moves swiftly to the dinning room. Joan congratulates her on a superb dinner and says she wish she had the time to be able to create such culinary delights. Master tells her that she is excused for the rest of the night. She is crying out inside to be used by him and it shows in those pleading eyes as he dismisses her and she says “yes, sir” and departs down to her room.
She will at least not hear them down in her room. She wishes her sisters were here. They take care of each other when master is not in the mood or not around to use them. It is not the same as master’s touch but it helps quell the fire that is always burning. She hopes master uses this woman well and is pleased with her. She is not slave material. A slave can tell, sometimes, if a woman has that burning inside. Little one did not see it in this woman. She is a free and independent woman. She is a woman that lacks the feelings to be a slave. Little one feels sorry for her because she will never be able to feel free as a slave does. She pouts knowing it will be a lonely night but smiles when she thinks it is a night in master’s house. What more can an owned slave ask for then to be at masters beckon and call. She looks around her room. It is small but what does a slave need to be quartered. She looks down at the door that leads into her cage in the chamber and wishes she was in it waiting for master to use her. She picks up a book and starts to read.
The intercom buzzes and she rushes to it and says “Yes, master”. She then realizes the mistake she made by addressing him as master and quickly corrects it to sir. That is OK Little One. I will overlook that this time. She is wondering now if she is going to be the center of entertainment for this woman. With the sisters it is different they are sisters in servitude. But to have to please a free woman, an uncollared woman is something she has never been trained to do. She has never had a mistress and does not want a mistress only masters and only this master. But if that is what master wants, that is what she will do and with all her heart and soul. Master tells her to put her collar and leash on and get into her cage. He will be down shortly. She says “yes, Sir”. She quickly sheds the servants outfit and inspects herself in the mirror and then kneels in front of the hook where her collar is, picks it up and kisses it before placing in on her neck.
She is quietly waiting for her master in her cage. She takes certain comfort being in this dark cage even thought it is small. She wonders what this woman will do to her. Will master give this woman full power to use her? Her body starts to quiver she can feel herself getting wet. Where is master? Did he forget her? She can not get out of the cage for the doors are self locking and can only be opened on the outside. She can enter from her room but she can not get out. She hopes she will be pleasing to this woman and that she complements her master on this lowly slave’s servitude to her. What if she is not pleased with her? She does not know what a mistress wants from a slave. She knows all too well what her master wants and gives openly. But a mistress is unknown to her. She is now shaking with anticipation it is getting uncontrollable.
She hears the gate open and she instantly cums. It is long and it takes awhile for her to settle down. She knows they heard it. She is slave she can not hide her feelings in this place. In this chamber is where her feelings come alive under master’s control. She waits for the gate to open and his hand to thrust in to grab the leash on her collar and to be lead out of the cage. What is going on surely he knows my needs to be used are screaming out. He knows her too well. She makes sure that the leash is at the door of her cage for master. She hears them moving around readying something in the chamber.
He opens the door and grabs the leash and gives the command to enter. She quickly complies and comes to the slaves kneeling position with head bowled not daring to look around the chamber less master would cuff her. She is breathing fast and feels the urge to cum again. She must not do this yet, what would the woman be thinking of this slave. This woman now knows that little one is a servant in the fullest sense of the meaning. The master puts a blind fold on her and this has a calming effect and she is able to hold herself back. She feels the wrist bracelets being put on her and then the ankle bracelets. She can feel that they are the fleece lined ones which master does not use that often.
He looks down at his slave and thinks of the first time she was here when he interviewed her. He was not going to offer her an opportunity to serve him for he did not think it was truly in her. That has been so long ago now. She is a beauty. Her skin is flushed and damp to the touch. He knew what happened in the cage. This little ones desire to please and be controlled is always present in her and when she is in the chamber it is at its peak. Her sisters are that way but not to the level the little one is. Sometimes all he has to do is touch her and she is climaxing especially in the chamber. He orders her to stand and leads her to the point where he can lower the chain. He fastens her wrists to the chain and raises the chain so her arms are stretching to the ceiling and then puts a leather strap around her arms and head so that her head can not move. He then removes the blind fold. She is facing the wall opposite the gate where the sofa and chairs are for guests. She can not see the woman because her head is pinned between her arms.
He is glad that Joan did not try again to stay the night. She is a beautiful woman but she is not what he wants even if he was not a master over this slave. Joan is a lonely woman by her own making and he is not wanting of such a person. She was just in need to have some sex and that was all. He thinks that she would make a great mistress.. Sometime in the future he will tell Joan what little one’s true place is in the world. Maybe even offer Little one or the other sisters to her for a night or instruct her on what it is to be a dominate. But tonight he wanted to spend it with Little one for he had seen in little one’s eyes yesterday that the her needs were crying out. A master’s work is never done with this one. He has allowed her privileges that the others do not have but not without a price. His work was getting behind and he did not have the time to take care of the house or even prepare decent meals. So he instructed Little one of her additional duties and that was that. Every once in a while he does allow her to stay for a week or two but does not allow her to stay all the time. She also needs her time in the world so she understands what she does have.
She now knows what master’s pleasure is for the night or is the woman who will yield the whip. Does this woman know anything about how to whip this slave or any slave? She thinks this will be very painful but if it is what master wants, then she is pleased and wants it too. She is starting to tremble again at the anticipation only the ball of her feet and her toes are on the floor which accentuates the trembling of her body. Master moves by her over to the wall and returns with two stone blocks and places one on each side of her feet but about two feet away on either side. Master releases the tension on the chain and instructs her to place a foot on each stone block. Her legs are wide open and she can feel the tension in her legs muscles from being spread so wide. Master then raises the chain again so only the ball of her feet and her toes are on the blocks. Master tells her that her feet are not to leave the stone blocks. She knows very well what will happen if they do. She now understands that she is exposed to master in a way that was not been done before. He will now be able to reach her in the front by whipping between her legs. She hopes it is master and not this woman that will administer the lashes
He moves over to the table opens a drawer and chooses the oil he wants to use on Little one. He starts rubbing the oil on Little one in the places he is going to lay the lashes. He feels her trembling as he applies the oil. The oil helps lubricate the body and the lashes do not grip the skin. This way it does not lacerate the skin but does do the job of releasing the pain in the slave. He applies the oil to her breasts and her nipples are rigid. He pinches the right breast and she explodes. She almost looses her balance on the stones as the explosion pulses through her body and a moan escapes from her mouth. He sees the juices flow down her leg and puddle on the floor of the chamber and thinks how erotic it will be watching her lick the floor clean after he is through with her. In this chamber every slave must clean up after themselves by using only their tongue to clean with. He moves on down her body applying the oil liberally for he wants no permanent marks on this one. He reaches the area between her legs that is so smooth to the touch and remembers what he told her the first time she was in the chamber. No slave is permitted hair on her body except for the head. The next time that she was here that was the second thing he noticed when he inspected her. The first was the hunger in her eyes. That was when he decided he would accept her if she begged for it. He applies the oil in this area and thrusts his finger in her. He knew what would happen and uses his other hand to hold her steady as she convulses hanging by the chain. Another release escapes from her. As he is removing his finger she tightens up trying to hold it there.
As she tries to compose herself she is thinking what this woman must be thinking of this slave slut. She hopes master will ball gag her to stifle the cries and moans that she knows will escape and betray her. Master has prepped her well for this woman. She sees master go to the table and open the package that arrived today. He pulls out a whip. She notices this is not like the ones that master does have. This one has many strands of leather attached to it. It is black and beautiful. Master brings it to her and she kisses it. He then walks behind her swishing the whip testing how it feels in his hand. She starts to panic because he did not ball gag her. She is surely going to be crying out under this new toy. What is she to do with this woman and then with a new whip. Does this woman know how to whip a slave?
She hears the blades of the whip high in the air and knows the first lash is coming. It strikes across her back working down to her buttocks. It stings but does not bite into her and her body responds and she quivers. She is thrilled because she knows her master’s strokes. A relief comes over her knowing it will be master and not this woman. The lashing is intense and then there is a break for her. She has lost count of the strokes because her body is now moving uncontrollably with her own spasms. There is a steady stream running down both of her legs. She is having a difficult time keeping herself on the stones. She is exhausted at this point but knows all too well that master is not through with her. He is cruel but he is kind.
Now the lashes come up between her legs kissing and stinging that soft spot. They also work her inner thighs the moans from her mouth are continuous now her eye sight is getting bleary from the tears. She knows there must be a puddle underneath her on the floor by now. She is not thinking of this woman anymore because she is lost in the world of bliss. How she can keep her position on the stones is only know by slaves who give there all to obey and please masters.
He goes to the front of her and keeps the pace of lashes going. Working her firm breast making sure the nipples are well worked. Across her flat stomach and ending at the soft spot. He is pleased with her as she is pleased with the lashing. Her outside is stinging but her inside is in euphoria. He lowers the chain and moves over to hold up her limp body. She looks up into his face and asks if master is pleased with his slaves whipping. He says one is pleased with this slave’s performance. She looks over towards the sitting area and notices that no one is there. She asks her master if the woman was not pleased with this slave’s performance and left. He tells her that she was not here but most certainly would be pleased if she would have been here. He says Merry Christmas, Little one and a smile comes across Little ones face as she falls into a deep trance full state.
She wakes up and immediately knows she is not in her room or in her kennel cage. She is in master’s bed and masters arms are around her. She can not control herself with the delight that is in her. She has never been afforded the opportunity to wake up in the morning in his bed. She always was kenneled afterwards even if she was in the bed pleasuring master. There were times master fell asleep and she laid there awhile and then put herself in her kennel cage. But she does not remember even getting into masters bed last night. She thinks back to last night and a big smile comes to her face. She is pleased she is more than pleased she is happy. She lays motionless for a long time so as not to disturb master. She is being taken by his arms around her and she feels the stirring insider her and knows she must get out of his bed before he is awaken by her slave yearnings.
She is kneeling looking at master sleeping. He used me well last night and was pleased with her. She is so happy about that. She thinks back over the night’s events and then remembers the woman. Master must have sent her away before coming to the chamber. She does not know if she cleaned up after herself in the chamber. She quickly runs to the chamber kneels and kisses the floor and then crawls over to where the chain is hanging. She sees that there is much to clean up and gets started.
She is making the coffee and listens to the intercom to hear if master is awake. There is much to do this morning Christmas dinner to cook for her sisters and master. They will all be together this day. The coffee is done and she prepares the tray. She sits there waiting to hear master wake up. A noise comes over the intercom.
He wakes up and knows it is late for him. But today is Christmas so that is ok. He opens his eyes an there is little one kneeling with his coffee on a tray and big smile on her face. He hears her say Merry Christmas, master.

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(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...

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The Most Wonderful Follow Up The True Meaning Of Christmas

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Deja Vu Christmas

‘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...

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Sing A Song Of Christmas

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Treasury Men in Action A Counterfeit Christmas

TREASURY MEN IN ACTION: A COUNTERFEIT CHRISTMAS © 2020 by Anthony Durrant and Unknown At a small toy shop on Ffith and Main Streets, the front door was closed, and Minna and Murray Jefferson were moving toys from the basement up to the main store to prepare for the big Christmas rush, starting December First. "Move that large crate of dolls over this way, darling!" Minna shouted, and Murray moved a large brown crate containig some dolls that the shop's former owner had bought...

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The Meaning of Christmas

Gloria sat watching the package laden people of Christmas from her office window. She never understood the idea of Christmas, spend until you cannot spend anymore and pretend to be a great person for one day when you’re an asshat for the other three hundred and sixty-four. Grabbing her coat she prepared to leave for the day. ‘Hey Gloria. What are you doing for Christmas?’ ‘Oh hey Jim. Same as usual, sit at home, watch TV and have a normal dinner.’ ‘Well you know, you are always welcome at...

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Saving for Christmas

‘Tell me again, Raul. Tell me about your tree.’ I sighed, smoothed out the wrinkles of the blanket covering Hosea’s legs, and started the story again. Hosea’s eyes twinkled and his smile told me that his interest in the story was blocking out the pain. That in itself would have been enough for me to repeat the story, but the story still excited me too, so I didn’t mind saying it all again. ‘Can you see it over there in the corner, Hosea?’ I asked. ‘Can you see it standing tall, all the way to...

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Merry Fing Christmas

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Pad Thai or Pussy for Christmas

During our almost eleven year relationship, neither Barb nor I were very traditional regardless of whether you’re thinking of food choices or our sexual proclivities. One year, as December arrived, we started to discuss where we wanted to go for dinner on Christmas Eve since we preferred to eat out rather than cook for ourselves. After some back and forth between us, the decision was made to go to one of my favorite Thai restaurants on Irving Park Road which was about an eight-block walk from...

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A PANTYHOSE CHRISTMAS

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Twelve Days of Christmas

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Merry Christmas

Christmas day dawned bright for Katie Shaw. Her clock radio had awakened her to the sound of Christmas carols and news of snow falling since 2:00 that morning. There must be at least three inches on the ground. The prospect of the roads being covered didn't dampen Katie's spirits as she turned on the shower while she brushed her teeth. Stepping from the shower Katie took down the oversized towel and rubbed it briskly over her skin. She could feel the electric tingle she created as she rocked...

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Making Room for Christmas

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The Miracle of Christmas

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Ill Be Home For Christmas

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Sarah Carerra 337 A Very Carerra Christmas

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A- By Megan Campbell Chapter 37 - A Very Carerra Christmas The stage was dark. The only noise to be heard was the dull roar of the crowd as they waited. I stood calmly between Jenna and Michelle on the second row of the riser that...

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Spirit of Christmas

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The True Spirit Of Christmas

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All I Want For Christmas

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Seasons Greetings A Carol Christmas

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Heaven In The Mountain At Christmas

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The Double Date That Didnt EndChapter 3 Operation White Christmas

SHANE "Say my name," she cooed, teasingly lowering her fingers to spread apart the slick, wet lips of her cunt. No man could resist an invitation like that. With my painfully erect cock leading the way, I crawled across the bed, mounted her naked body, and slid myself effortlessly inside. Her exquisitely hot gash gripped me like a vice. My hands fell to her full, shuddering breasts, and I held on for dear life as I fucked her—harder and harder—no longer in control of my own actions,...

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CadeChapter 13 Merry Christmas

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Snow for Christmas

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The Twelve Changes of Christmas

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All She Wants for Christmas

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Jacobs Christmas

Jacob Walters stood before the sink and looked at the face that was staring back at him in the mirror. It was a haggard face. A face that had weathered a lifetime of disappointments. A face that showed defeat in every wrinkle, and desperation in the eyes. How did I come to this? Jacob thought. Jacob hung his head and looked into the sink. He turned on the water and watched it swirl around the basin and then disappear down the drain. He imagined his life swirling away down the drain as well....

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A Merry Christmas

I hadn’t lived on the Oregon Coast a full year, so I had not yet tried to cross the mountain pass during Christmas. My family (nuclear and extended) all live in Portland, about two hours away from my new home in Seaside. It was for this reason that it had simply never occurred to me that I might not be able to go home for Christmas. I went home for everything: birthdays, holidays, shopping, lunch with my folks when I felt like it. Of course I’d spend the holidays with my family. And I had...

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An Unexpected Christmas

In the department store where I had recently been employed, for my sins I was placed in charge of the kiddies division. Ironically, I really did not like kids!Being twenty-three years old and the youngest member of staff in a managerial position, however, I had to take the rough with the smooth. To add to my misery it was December, Christmas time, so the task of employing an in-house Santa Claus was given to me. The third applicant I interviewed was a man named Albie. For some or other reason I...

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Cleaner Christmas

Cleaner Christmas************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan November 2013 (Edited December 2013)The 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 a damp, cold late November, a Friday evening as our three-card...

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Tales from a HustlerAll I Want for Christmas

Tales of a Hustler---All I Want for Christmas“All I Want for Christmas is a ten inch dick” LOL that fits perfect with “two front teeth” It was Christmas eve, and the middle of the week. I couldn't go home, cause I would need off more than 1 day. Mom said it's no big deal—she had volunteered to pull a double at the diner anyway, and she said Dustin didn't spend much time at the house anyway. Said she didn't know where he was most of the time. I told her I would get home the weekend, and I would...

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A pussy for Christmas

Paul asks for a pussy for Christmas, without realising that "pussy" has a double meaning. Just a short Christmas gift for Fictionmania readers. ***** "What's the best looking pet?" asked Joe. "I dunno," said his friends. "A pussy!" he said. His friends all laughed. Paul wasn't quite sure why the joke was funny, but he laughed along to avoid feeling left out. Paul was 12 years old. He was very bright, but also very naive. He had started school at a young age, so most of his...

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All I Want for Christmas

Just a quick little something I put together for the holidays. Hope you enjoy it. One of my favorite songs when I was a kid was that silly one about a kid wanting his two front teeth for Christmas. But then again, I was that kid missing his two front teeth. And no, Santa Clause didn’t give them back for Christmas and I spent the next few months looking like a boxer who went up against Muhammed Ali without wearing his mouth guard. Yeah, I know. What does a two year old know about Muhammed...

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I wish me a merry Christmas

The snow, falling slowly in little flocks, the day, the streets, it's all a perfect Christmas evening; except it's still the 23rd and, when I opened the door to my apartment, it was empty: not a single ornament to remind me of the large Christmas trees of my childhood; not a single present wrapped in colorful paper and big laces. It might as well be the 24th, as it will be the same, only with much worse TV programs. Maybe I could rent something; a comedy, or porn. I wonder if I'd find porn...

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Lad and Me at Christmas

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Remembering Christmas

In the morning I awoke to noises coming from the living room. There beside me is nothing but my wife’s nightgown. It is Christmas morning and our 3 year old daughter is anxious to tear into her presents. As I stumble from the bedroom, I give my wife a nice passionate morning kiss as she prepares to start breakfast. It is a shame she is already dressed because I like nothing better than to run my hands over that fabulous figure as we cook together. I see the flash of her wedding ring that she...

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Last Christmas

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A Rose for Christmas

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Julies Christmas

It had been over a month since our Halloween party at mom’s house. It was now much colder out, with snow that had fallen everywhere. Over the last little while, I had taught Klintuck about some of our human traditions as he did not know everything, but he did know some. As such, I spent some of the time explaining Christmas and other holidays based on different religions. I started to feel very close to Klintuck, more than a friend but not quite like a husband. I felt that we were kind of like...

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SRU All He Wants for Christmas

Following is a little Christmas story for your enjoyment (hopefully). This story can be posted on Fictionmania and any other free site. Happy Holidays! SRU: All He Wants for Christmas By JDCopyhack Jeff Marsden shuffled through the mall, which bustled with holiday shoppers. It was Christmas Eve, and Jeff had just finished buying a gift for his mother when he decided to stop by Video Warehouse to check out the new PlayStation games. The store was packed, as was every other...

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