Twelve Days of Christmas
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Day Seven
Cherie Partridge wasn’t the type of person to curse, but she was cursing today. She’d gone into the Le Petite Chou and Brandi must have hugged her twenty times for introducing her to Irina. Irina had thanked her in her own unique way. She was hoping to meet Thomas for lunch, but he had to meet with the ‘Turtledoves’ for another event, then his French friends, the three LeClaire sisters, were taking him to lunch, an annual tradition. Brandi told him his ‘birds’ from England had also missed him and were not too happy about it.
Cherie was starving, so Brandi insisted she sit down and have coffee and cake with her, another slice of the heavenly Pineapple Upside Down cake with the five rings. She also had a bite or two of a croissant laden with the Goose-liver pate, and wasn’t hungry by the end of her meal — just lonely and a bit horny and more than a bit upset with herself.
For, despite her own best judgment and Irina’s advice, despite what her head had kept telling her to do, she had fallen deeply, madly, head-over-heels in love with Thomas Wickham.
It wasn’t logical, but love wasn’t logical. Cherie wasn’t a logical person when it came to sharing her love anyway. In High School, she’d fallen for the ‘bad boy’ and she knew he would break her heart — and he did. In college, she had met Julienne Charles and fallen for her, knowing the married teacher would likely never return her affections. Although they had a fantastic, tempestuous affair, it ended badly when she found Julienne in the arms of another attractive black woman. She had offered to share, but Cherie ran off in tears. Now she had Irina, but Irina could be mercurial and wasn’t her soulmate. She was sure Thomas was, but they weren’t in the same place. She was almost in tears and then she remembered the Swans …
She had left college and puttered around for a few months before a friend had told her about a job opportunity with a family known as the Swans. The Swans were a prominent local couple, both highly successful, who were looking for a Nanny for their 5 children, ranging in age from 14 to 2. Cherie told her friend she was interested and an interview was arranged. Cherie was hired on the spot and she found she loved the children. The kids and their parents were water-rats and swam every day, Cherie got a nice tan that summer from being by the pool with them every day. She found herself becoming one of the family and her heart was mending.
One night, while making her way to her room, she happened to pass by the bedroom door and saw Kristina Swan on her hands and knees, sucking her husband’s cock. Terry Swan had the biggest cock Cherie had ever seen . She knew she shouldn’t, but she was glued to the spot as she watched the 33-year old blonde sucking off her muscular husband.
Then Cherie got a huge shock. ‘Ohhh, Cherie!’ Terry groaned. For a moment, Cherie was terrified she’d been discovered, then saw that his eyes were closed while his blonde wife was sucking him off. What was going on?
Kristina Swan pulled away from her husband’s shaft and stood up, kissing him gently. ‘She really gets to you, doesn’t she?’ she said, rubbing her near-perfect form against Terry’s.
‘Cherie? Christ yeah, I mean babe, I love you, but that little bitch … ‘
‘Darling, it’s cool. She gets to me too, you know that.’
Cherie was rooted to the floor. The Swans were attracted to her. This was the first she’d ever heard of this. Wow.
Terry Swan was all muscle, from head to toe. Swimming every day, the ex-Hockey player turned sportscaster had salt & pepper hair and he was a sharp dresser. Even casual, his clothes reflected good taste and he had a rugged look that Cherie had to admit, she found very appealing.
Kristina Swan, once Kristina Jarvis, was 10 years her husband’s junior. A former model, she was as beautiful as her husband was handsome. A natural blonde with a tanned & toned body, she had tits you would swear were a surgeon’s handiwork — but weren’t. Her hair was shoulder length and she had dreamy, sexy brown eyes and a gorgeous tush and legs — Cherie realized she had a little crush on the couple and had to stifle a giggle. She watched them go on with their sex, knowing she shouldn’t, but she was horny and it had been a while since she’d been with anyone.
Kristina was wearing one of her husband’s striped shirts, he slid that from her shoulders and bared her body, kissing her neck and behind her ears and massaging her perfect breasts. From the soft coos she was making, it was obvious to Cherie he knew his way around his wife’s body. She had the loveliest smile on her face, Cherie loved it when Kristina smiled, it lit up a room. Her family and children were her life, but she was also very lusty and sexy at this moment, something Cherie hadn’t seen previously.
He picked up the sexy blonde in his arms, kissed her and placed her on the large bed. Cherie had to crane her neck a bit to see what was going on, but it was worth the effort. Between his wife’s long, tapered legs, Terry was sliding off her blue silk panties and then was ardently eating Kristina’s pussy. Cherie wasn’t surprised to see that the blonde had a Brazilian, they were people who prided themselves on good grooming. Christina’s hands were digging into her husband’s scalp as he licked and slurped her cunt, she was barely speaking above a whisper, but Cherie heard her loud and clear.
‘Ohhh Cherie, you little slut, eat me, eat my pussy!’ Kristina sighed.
All these years later, Cherie remembered every little nuance of that evening. It remained one of the happiest, sexiest memories of her life, only a few had matched it — her earlier sexfests with Irina and Thomas came to mind.
Cherie’s mind drifted back to that magical evening. Terry Swan was between his wife’s legs, licking her pussy, but his hands were far from idle. They were moving all over her lean torso, fondling her breasts, stroking her sides, he seemingly knew what to do to please a woman. Cherie felt a pang of envy — but didn’t know if it was because she wanted to be doing those things to Kristina or she wanted Terry to pleasure her. Her reverie was broken by a cry from the youngest Swan child’s room, when she came back, their door was closed and the opportunity gone.
Over the next few days, Cherie got more than one opportunity to watch the Swans at play. Their door was often left ajar or almost totally open and she would discreetly watch them making love or fuck, because they did both with equal passion. The couples was beautiful together, watching them have sex was like watching some erotic ballet. After the 3rd night, Cherie went to a local sex shop and bought herself a very nice vibe. The pretty Asian salesgirl flirted with her outrageously, but Cherie didn’t give her much encouragement — the objects of her desires were her employers, beautiful and sensual and without peer.
Every night, she would watch them couple, then when they seemed finished, she’d go back to her own room and use the vibe on herself until she exploded. Cherie wanted to be a part of their loving, just once and knew she had to or she’d simply die. Both of them wanted her — so how was she going to make it happen?
They were all poolside a few days later, the Swans were practically nudists, so Kristina was laying out trying to get some rays. She teased Cherie a few times about sunning herself when everyone knew it wasn’t good for you, but she laughed and said ‘I’ll sacrifice a little piece of my health for a nice bronzing’. Cherie was also getting some sun, although she had to be careful, given her complexion.
‘I need a bit more Sunblock — Cherie, would you be a dear and …?’ The sexy nanny nodded and squirted Sunblock on to her hands and began rubbing it all over Kristina’s perfect body. She was finally touching that body and it was even softer and silkier to the touch than she had ever dreamed. Her buttocks and skin were unmarred, no blemishes, just perfection. Kristi
na turned over and smiled, no hint of mischief in her dark brown eyes as Cherie began rubbing Sunblock on her front. She started at Kristina’s feet and worked up her thighs, wanting to be bold and daring, but not daring to risk it with Terry and the kids nearby. She slid Kristina’s barely-there bikini down a bit to get a bit on her hips, but not off. Her hands traveled up the smooth, flat plane of the blonde’s stomach and was nearing her tits, those yummy, lickable, round, perfect, bouncy tits … no Cherie, control yourself , she knew and although she covered them in Sunblock, nipples included, she didn’t allow herself the luxury of play. She finished the job and if Kristina was disappointed she hadn’t gone further, it didn’t show in her eyes.
‘I hate that suit you’re wearing’ Kristina said suddenly.
‘What’s wrong with it?’
‘Too conservative, a one-piece on a girl with a body like yours?’
‘I figured with the kids around … ‘
‘They’ve seen me in less, we’re very open about our bodies. Do you have another one?’ Cherie shook her head and Kristina took her by the hand and stood up.
‘I think I have a couple in my room that will fit you. Come with me darling, let’s go have a look.’ The two women went upstairs and Kristina fumbled around in her drawers and closets and found a few barely-there bikinis she knew would suit Cherie. ‘Let’s try this one on you!’ she said, grabbing a silver metallic suit. Cherie got out of her one-piece and slid the tiny thong bottom up, it didn’t cover her ass, she was glad she was in good shape. But the top …
‘I can’t get this to fit quite right’ Cherie complained to Kristina, who came up behind her.
‘Let me give you a hand’ Kristina said and moved behind her. She placed her hands on the bikini top, but instead of adjusting it, she cupped Cherie’s round breasts and fondled them. Within an instant, all pretense of trying on a swimsuit was gone. Cherie turned around and her lips met Kristina’s in a sweet, loving kiss that felt so wonderful, she teared up a little. ‘I have been wanting this for such a long time’ she said to Kristina, who simply said ‘Me too.’
‘I see you got her up here’ came a voice from the doorway. There stood Terry, tanned and muscular, wearing only his swim trunks. ‘Cherie, both of us have wanted you in our bedroom for a long, long time. Since the day we hired you, in fact. Why do you think we’ve been leaving our door open?’
‘You did that on purpose ?’ Cherie said, startled.
‘Of course, silly baby’ Kristina replied. ‘We wanted you to come in and join us, but you never did. So we decided to try one more thing and if you chose not to play, we’d have to live with that. Obviously, you find us sexy …’
‘You’re the sexiest people I’ve ever known!’ Cherie enthused. Terry laughed at her reaction.
‘Yes, we are a sexy couple, aren’t we?’
‘Now, we’d very much like to make it a sexy trio by taking you as our lover, Cherie. But we have to be sure you want this.’
Cherie was getting a bit weepy again. ‘I do, I love you both, god, I … ‘ Terry cut her off.
‘We don’t just want you as a one-time thing, or a casual fling, Cherie. We want you to share our bed and be our live-in lover, do you want that too?’ The auburn-haired vixen nodded.
‘More than anything !’ she purred, her voice dropping an octave.
Kristina snuggled up behind Cherie and tugged the bikini bottom down. ‘I have a little confession of my own, Cherie darling.’ The Swans new playmate was melting against Kristina’s gentle fingers.
‘Mmm, what’s that, darling?’ Cherie said, drifting into an erotic haze.
‘I’ve never been with another woman’ Kristina whispered softly.
Cherie broke out of her daze. ‘What? You’re kidding!’
Even all these years later, Cherie remembered vividly the first touch of Kristina’s fingers on her skin and that first, sweet kiss. She recalled in full detail the depth of the blonde’s brown eyes and how beautiful her skin felt against Cherie’s own. She said her goodbyes to Brandi, who told her to send Irina her love and made her way home. She had long ago worn out that original vibe, but had a few newer toys that would do the job Thomas was not there to do, put out the fire in her needy pussy as she thought about her past loves ….
Cherie had taken Kristina’s hand and brought it to her lips and kissed it softly. She smiled and said ‘Kristina darling, I have been with other women before and it’s beautiful. May I show you how beautiful it is, you are, with your husband watching?’
‘Yes’ Kristina responded softly. For the first time, she sounded nervous, but Cherie merely kissed her neck and behind her ears. ‘Don’t be afraid — I’m very good and I want you so very much and I will make sure you cum. I’ll teach you all sorts of wonderful, naughty things if you’ll just let me.’
Kristina stretched out on the king-sized bed, her body propped up somewhat by a large grouping of pillows. Cherie joined her there and without hesitation, she parted Kristina’s bare pussy lips and inserted her tongue and began to lick. Gently, at first — she didn’t want to rush and spoil things, but Kristina was sweeter than she’d been in Cherie’s imagination. Her honey was thick and tasty, likely from their healthy diet and Cherie burrowed in her tongue, seeking more. Kristina threw her head back and moaned.
‘Oh darling, oh Cherie, that feels — it’s indescribable. Keep it up, my love, oh Terry, she’s eating me up and it’s wonderful — her tongue’s hitting all the right places, oh my loves, this is so fucking wonderful!’ she sighed.
Cherie was loving this, loving being so close and intimate with someone once again. Her body was giving pleasure to this woman she so adored, she could see from the delighted expression on Kristina’s face that she had no regrets about her first girl-girl experience. She wanted to feel Kristina’s lips and hands on her own body, but she could wait — nothing mattered more then pleasing these people she so adored.
‘How is she, Cherie darling?’ Terry asked their nanny, loving every second of the sexy little pageant they were putting on for his benefit.
‘She’s special, a wonderful treat!’ Cherie sighed as she trailed her tongue along the silky skin. No part of Kristina went untouched, even her toes were licked and her feet massaged. That brought another sigh to Kristina’s lips, which was silenced by Cherie kissing her silent.
The pair of beauties snuggled together, content, Kristina running her slender fingers through Cherie’s thick, auburn locks. ‘Thank You’ she said quietly, her body still sparkling with pleasure.
‘My pleasure, you’re welcome’ Cherie beamed, with her head laying on Kristina’s tummy. At that point, she didn’t want to move — ever.
‘I — I’d like to try making love to you, I hope I can … ‘ Cherie kissed Christina silent one more time and placed one finger on her lover’s pert nose.
‘Just kiss me everywhere you want to kiss — don’t rush, take your time. Nothing will feel bad, because you’re touching me with love. Terry, you can move closer and watch your beautiful wife having her first lesbian experience, all right?’
Terry got closer and his cock ached to make love to this young woman both he and Kristina had been so smitten with. He watched with rapt attention as Kristina moved her body against Cherie’s, her fingers stroking the auburn-haired girl’s skin, then wherever her fingers would touch, her lips would follow. Cherie sighed and felt herself becoming wet and aroused, her nipples stiffened and she threw her head back and closed her eyes. She was aglow and truly in love for the first time, knowing it would only be more special once Terry was added to the mix. No rush — her considerate employer wanted his wife to have this experience first, before he joined in their lovemaking.
‘You’re soaked, you little bitch!’ Kristina hissed, getting into the spirit of things. She slid a finger into the first pussy she
had ever touched, other than her own, and withdrew it, licking it clean. Kristina sighed and smiled sweetly, it was a flavor she intended to sample again.
‘Slut’ Cherie said and both women laughed. Kristina toppled over on top of Cherie and their arms wrapped around each other and the kisses became more passionate, more urgent. The intensity grew and the heat went up — up — UP — and now they were girl-fucking, bodies rubbing together, tongues mingling, fingers deep inside each other’s cunts and bucking and hunching, tit to tit, pussy to pussy.
‘Sexy lady, I want us to sixty-nine , I’ve dreamt of that’ Kristina sighed as they parted. Cherie nodded. ‘We’re about the same height, but I want us to have that intimate a joining Cherie, I want us to eat each other’s pussies and I want Terry to watch us licking each other and fingering each other and … ‘ Kristina’s voice trailed off as Cherie moved on top of her and lowered her steaming cunt on to her face. Kristina grabbed the cheeks of Cherie’s ass and began eating her with relish, Cherie happily reciprocated.
Terry had merely stood there, he had no words for the happiness he was feeling. When he had first confessed to Kris how he was feeling about Cherie, he expected she’d freak — but instead, she had confessed her own desire for the lovely girl. They had decided over time that should the opportunity present itself, they would welcome Cherie into their bed — and now it had.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckkkkkk, I’m cumming!’ Kristina howled, amazing her husband who’d never heard her be that loud before. She shook like she’d received an electric shock and climaxed, while undaunted, Cherie kept licking until she finally came herself.
‘Ummm — hi’ Terry grinned sheepishly as the women parted and huddled together at the head of the bed.
‘I think he’s feeling left out’ Cherie purred as Kristina licked one still-hard nipple and snuggled closer.
‘No, he’s not — I know my man, he enjoyed every second of our little show, didn’t you sweetie?’ Terry nodded. ‘Okay darling, get your butt in here — it’s your turn to fuck our little playmate. How do you like it, Cherie love?’
It’d been a while since Cherie had been in a man’s arms, but she loved to be on top. Even when Julienne fucked her with a dildo, she loved to top-ride. She pushed Terry on his back and straddled his face, letting him taste her muff for a few minutes while his wife sucked him to hardness. It didn’t take long — watching the spectacle of the two stunners had aroused him like never before and within minutes, he was sporting the boner of a lifetime. That was good enough for Cherie, she got on top and slid down on his thick pole, loving the feeling of her first cock in a long, long time. While this was going on, Kristina rode her husband’s face, facing towards Cherie and kissing and playing and keeping the fires lit.
‘I never want to fuck without you again’ Kristina purred as she and her new lover continued making love to each other while their man pleased them both. A lesser man might have had difficulty, but Terry’s skilled cock moved in and out of their girlfriend’s cunt while his tongue speared in and out of his wife’s pussy. The girls were so obviously nuts about each other, he’d heard Kristina’s comment and it echoed his own sentiments. Both wanted this auburn beauty as a permanent part of their sex life and they knew she wanted it as well.
Their lovemaking and their fucking continued for the entire afternoon, breaking only for dinner, then resuming in the evening. The kids spent most of the day swimming, the older ones looking after the younger children while their parents frolicked. Terry fucked Cherie from behind while she ate Kristina’s pussy, then the two women sucked him off simultaneously, swallowing his cum when he came. Once he was out of action for the night, the women continued on well into the morning, making him feel a part of the action by kissing him from time to time and massaging him until he drifted off.
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The 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...
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This is a sequel to my previous two Christmas stories, "A pussy for Christmas" and "Another pussy for Christmas". You don't have to have read them first, but it helps. Just click on "Paula Girl" and you will find a list of my stories, including those two. ***** As she had the previous year, 14 year old Paula looked in the mirror and smiled, as she looked forward to Christmas. Paula was growing into a very beautiful young woman. Over the past year, she had graduated from an A cup...
Winter had finally arrived and the snow was falling generously outside. It looked so serene as the white fluffy specks fell graciously to the ground as I looked out my kitchen window. The fresh coffee brewing sent the aroma through the air of the kitchen and brought my senses more to life as I waited for the dark liquid to finish dripping so I could pour some in my awaiting mug on the counter. I knew it would warm me up. It had too. Looking out the window made me feel the coldness surround...
Straight SexI think I was five or six when the magic of Christmas began to be destroyed for me. Before that, it was all sitting on Santa’s lap, parades, Christmas village at the mall. Small, penny candy canes were for the asking and there was always a tree. Never the greatest tree but we generally didn’t have a Charlie Brown tree either, so yeah, it was a Merry Christmas at the Thompson house. Ah, sorry … apartment. We lived in an ancient apartment building in midtown. To a kid growing up it was a...
Warming Father Christmas Copyright Oggbashan November 2016 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 late afternoon on Christmas Eve. I had wrapped all the presents for the grandchildren and made sure all the ingredients for the dinner on Boxing Day were in the...
‘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...
“Please Mommy! Can’t we go see Santa?” cried the twin girls. Victoria Kramer was wishing she was anywhere but the mall right this moment, but here she was, and of all days, she was there on Christmas Eve. She was here because her mother called her in a panic asking – no begging – her to pick up those special cheese nut balls that only Hickory Farms sold in the mall during Christmas. Victoria had agreed before she realized two things: first, it was Christmas Eve, and second, the twins would want...
AnalChristmas 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 the...
"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 SexTrevor 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...
‘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...
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...
SING A SONG OF CHRISTMAS A Play For You to Act by an Unknown Writer from 1972 CHARACTERS: SANTA CLAUS JACK FROST NICK, a young boy SNOWMAN DAVID, a Boy Scout BAD BADDER Three Mischievous Imps WORST GOOD BETTER Three Good Fairies BEST PROLOGUE: (In front of the curtain. It is Christmas Eve and excitement is in the air). (JACK FROST dances onto the stage) JACK FROST: Jack Frost's my name - a Winter Sprite In whom the boys and girls delight. And...
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...
The Miracle of Christmas Another sleepless night, another Christmas fraught with worry. There wouldn't be many packages to open for the kids this year. I've been telling them that Christmas is too commercial and we are starting a new tradition of just one present per person. The reality is that we can't afford even one. They had watched the polar express for the umpteenth time, and I was tired of hearing that simpleton message: “You just need to believe.” Belief is a luxury for children and...
Supernatural‘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...
(This, dear reader, is Jack, a man become bitter, cynical, broken by disappointment, hurts, and disillusionment, about to be disposed of by life. A man in need of repair. Can a toy workshop on a street of repair shops repair even broken hearts, broken dreams, broken people?) * Jack sat in his pickup truck in the factory parking lot staring vacantly out the windshield, not really seeing anything. He alternated between replaying the events in his mind and wondering numbly what to do next. The...
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...
Group SexA PANTYHOSE CHRISTMASThe year of my twelfth Christmas was the first one in which both my parents worked and therefore Mom had asked me to help more this year with getting the house decorated. We seldom decorated more than a week before Christmas other than Dad and a neighbor putting up the outdoor lights over the Thanksgiving weekend.After arriving home from school one afternoon I raced up to my room, jumped out of my shoes, socks and briefs and slipped on a pair of off-black STW pantyhose Nick...
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...
The True spirit Of Christmas (or the awakening of Katie) By Paul1954 Prologue Clare Warrington was sitting on the sofa in the large living room, holding a cup that contained the last dregs of the coffee she had just finished, and staring at the Christmas tree that stood proud in the corner. She had always loved this time of year as she and her husband, Thomas, brought up their young family. She couldn't really narrow it down to any one thing - it had been everything and...
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,...
(From the Charlotte Diamond mystery series) ‘Look at that snow come down. It looks like we’ll be socked in at the Peak Lodge. I’m sorry, Charlotte. It was inconsiderate for me to drag you along. It’s no way for you to have to spend Christmas.’ ‘Just being able to be in the same room with you on Christmas, even if across a banquet hall, is enough for me,’ Charlotte Diamond said. She snuggled up against the gorgeous woman she still couldn’t believe she was with. Brenda Boynton—or Brandon, as...
I'll Be Home For Christmas By Arecee "Welcome back Miss McFadden. Did everything go well?" asked Susan, my assistant. "Yes, even better than I expected, Susan. They signed," I replied, as I set my briefcase on her desk. "Are you serious, we got the account?" she asked. "That's what I'm saying, dear girl, we landed the entire job. We start after the New Year. I'm so excited, I can hardly breath. I'm going...
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...
‘Good morning, Mrs. Stewart. It’s good to see you out. How’re doin’ today?’ ‘Oh, you know, Mr. Baxter. Each day just sort of nudges the one before it. It just all sort of goes on—a bit too long, if you ask me.’ Clem Baxter watched Louise Stewart from 12A move arthritically down the walk between the two old, red-brick apartment houses facing each other. Clem had been the super for these buildings for nearly twenty years, and he knew most of the tenants by their apartment numbers, but he’d...
Merry Christmas Everyone!!! I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Chanukah, and any other celebrations taking place all over the world at this time. The story below is based on emotions and fears that are near and dear to me. I hope all of you like what I have written, and I welcome your comments. A.P. All I Want For Christmas By Alexisandra Phaithe All Rights Reserved, Throughout Existence. December 13th, 2000 Alexis...
Based on the characters and situations presented in "Seasons of Change" by Joel Lawrence, Copyright 1989. This story is archived in its entirety at Fictionmania (go to search by authors and select Joel Lawrence). This story takes place approximately one year to a year and a half after the conclusion of "Tales of the Season: Darla's Story" in the branch of the "Seasons of Change" Universe that I started with "A Losing Season", also archived at Fictionmania. Of course, this is a play...
It was hard leaving Jayden, after the days we had together during the Thanksgiving weekend. Being with her always gives me a feeling of exhilaration. Jayden's smiling face, her mature aura, her mannerisms, and the way she loves me, provides me with a reason to enjoy life and feel young again. The time we spent at Camp George will have to keep me satisfied till Christmas, when Jayden is joining me for her holiday break. Her parents will be off on a cruise; it will give us nearly two weeks...
It was the morning after the party, and Callie was pouting as she cooked breakfast. Her bottom was still sore. Cade walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck affectionately and she pushed him away, "Stop it." "What's the matter?" He asked in irritation. She turned away as tears rolled down her face, "You whipped me hard last night, that's what." "I know, and I won't hesitate to whip you again like that if you keep flirting with other men." He was stern, cold, and...
‘Ok, that’s it for today. Remember guys…’ ‘We know Mrs. G! You’ve told us a hundred thousand times’ called one of the exasperated students. ‘More like a million’ murmured another under his breath. ‘Have fun! Be safe! And take care of your library books!’ chorused the class in a loud, sing-song voice. ‘All right you wise guys, I get it. But I don’t want to see any books with candy canes stuck to them when you come back,’ she chuckled. ‘Now get lost. Shoo. Back to class with you. Have a Happy...