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The christmas lites were on on the outside of the house, but the inside was dark. A timid knock at the door, only to have it open a little. He opened the door a bit more and stepped inside. The soft sound of music caught his ear. He could see the glow of christmas lites casting shadows on the wall.. He took off his shoes and closed the door, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. The smell of pine and vanilla caught him off guard. He started cautioulsy up the stairs when he felt something under his foot. He bent down..flower petals and a silk ribbon. He picked up the ribbon and followed it like a little k** followin a guide rope...more petals as he climbed the stairs, the ribbon still going. He got to the top, the christmas tree was lite...his eyes adjusted to the brightness, as he continued to follow the ribbon. It wound into the kitchen where a chilled beer sat waiting on the table. He took a long hard swig....courage in a bottle. He continued to follow the ribbon....it led to the living room. He stopped...he was breathless at what he saw...she was under the tree, wearing nothing but the ribbon and a smile. The music paused briefly, or maybe he couldnt hear it over his own breathing.
'i dont want a lot for christmas...' started plaing softly "Merry Christmas" she said in almost a whisper. He just stood there, awe struck..the christmas lights playing of her hair, the glisten of the ribbon. He was shaking, but he wasnt able to breath at this point either. He stood there, unable to move, unable to speak. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity...he finally found his voice "hi beautiful" he chocked out. He took a step toward her and knelt down to her. She took his hand in hers and pulled him toward her, she felt as if her heart was beating like a drum, certain he could hear it. "do you like your gift?" she asked, not sure if she had gone over the line or what exactly he was thinking. "does this answer your question?" he bent and kissed her on the lips, genlty yet with a driving passion behind it
When the kiss broke, they were both breathless. "Before you unwarp your gift, i wanna let you know, there are no strings attached, no committment. I just wanted to give myself to you. The only guarntee that i want is that you will still be there for me, that is all i ask..." her voice faultered as she spoke the last of that statement.. He felt his heart break a litle as she spoke..."my promise to you, I will always be here for you no matter what, the only way i will leave is if you ask me to and then it will be with a broken heart, I would rather nothing happen than to lose your forever in my life, your friendship means more to me than any sexual opportunity". As he spoke, he saw a single tear stream down her cheek..he reached out and touched her cheek, her skin was so warm, he looked into her eyes, he wanted to hold her close, shield her from the world, never let any harm come to her, protect her heart and keep her as his. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her mouth...she wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself to him, absorbing his warmth, his scent filling her lungs. he felt her shiver, he didnt know if it was from the excitement or the coolness of the room. He laid beside her under the tree, holding her close, kissing her, knowing he never wanted to let her go.
She was the one to break their closeness..she sat up and instructed him to remove his shirt...he was intrigued and did as he was asked. Oh my, his masculine chest rippled and the lights and shadows played on his body, taking her breath away. She asked him to lay on his stomach....again he obliged her request. He could now see the room and he heard her fumbling with a container......again, he was intrigued. "Now if i hurt you, please let me know..." he flt her move away and then he felt her body come onto his....he was excited, but what could she be doing???? He soon found out...She had taken warm baby oil and covered her bare breasts and she was now massaging his back with her chest, slowly sliding up and down his back. She could feel his muscles reacting to her movement, he had never had anyone do something like this before and he was quite enjoying it. She removed the ribbon that was tied around her and covered herself with more baby oil.... "sorry for unwrapping your gift, but i dont think you will be disappointed. With that she repositioned her oiled body on his, her legs straddling his waist...he could feel her warmth and the dampness of her, it made his excitement grow. She slide her oiled breasts up his back, pressing herself into him. A small moan escaped him. She took her hands and massaged his neck and shoulders...she could feel him relax. She continued to massage him, melting away his stress...his worries...his doubts. She would slide her body up and down his back, adjusting herself to let him feel her...letting him know how much she wanted him.She stopped for a moment, feeling his body quivering with pleasure. "I have a small request...your pants are stopping me from giving you the ultimate full body massage ...would you object to removing them?" He resisted the urge to jump right up...partly because he didn't want to seem overly anxious and partly because he couldn't. He felt almost paralyzed with the passion he was trying to contain. A few " cold shower" thoughts and he again did as he was asked. He started to lay back down on his stomach..." no darlin, on your back please"Oh my God! She was torturing him, but being complainant he again repsected her wish. She stood above him...her oiled body glistening from the glow of the Christmas lights...damn she was beautiful...and she was his for tonight, although he secretly wanted her for longed. She again straddled his body..lowering herself toward his face....oh God! He wanted to taste her..to bring her pleasure like she had never experienced .. oh yeah! He wanted to be that Guy, wanted to hear her scream his name in ecstasy. Right before she was to where he could have the opportunity she cunningly slid her body downward, like she could read his mind, her oiled body glided across his like silk. She slid down his body and nestled herself between his legs. She skillfully took his cock in her mouth, nibbling, running her tounge along the main vein that at this point was throbbing with delight. She carressed him, taking him deep into her mouth, sucking him with such intensity he was certain he was going to cum. Her hands massaged his sack ever so gently. He had never been handled with such passion or skill. He moaned in delight and he felt a smile creep across her lips as it encompassed him. She was working him, taunting him...he had to keep thinking of other things so not to blow, but it was getting more difficult with each passing moment. " my darling love, I'm begging you to please stop! I'm not going to be able to control what happens if u don't...please my love" he was pledging with her.. she could hear the urgency in his voice, so this was her turn to comply. She slowly removed her mouth from his now fully erect cock, it was so hard...she wanted him inside of her, thrusting until she exploded with passion and then continuing until she couldn't breath, pushing into her until he was completely satisfied...filling her until she was dripping wet, her body spent to the point of u*********sness . She slid up toward him, but he couldn't take anymore.He grabbed her by the back of the head, a handful of hair and pulled her to him. He kissed her forcefully, needing to consume her... his passion to devour her completely. He positioned himself to where he was now in control. He pulled her oiled naked body against his...she instinctively wrapped her legs around him...trying to close any spaces that attemptee to separate them. He needed her as much as she needed him. He laid her down on the floor. She could feel his engorged cock pressing against her thighs.He wanted to enter into her but he was afraid of hurting her. As is she could sense his hesitation she whispered " take me...do with me what you are wanting..I can handle it, I want it..I am yours for your own personal pleasure" that was all he needed to hear ..the " safety " was off. He pushed her to the floor, k**ding her hard..afraid he was hurting her, possibly bruising her mouth, but if that was the case he couldn't tell with the way she returned his kisses. He kissed the hollow between her neck and shoulder..she let out a little squeal of delight ad she arched her back....wanting more. He kissed her neck, working downward...one hand fondling her right breast while the other was nipped, sucked and kissed by his mouth. After giving ample attention to the left breast he turned his attention to the right one. The nipple of her left breast was do taunt and erect that she could cut glass. He slid down her body until he was settled between her legs. She was so wet..,He stole a quick taste with a flick of his tounge...she was sweeter than he had hoped. He glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed, back arched..her mouth was open and breathing very unsteady. He spread her lips and found her clit, that raw exposed nerve that he found hypnotizing ad with every touch of his finger, every flick of his tounge, his hot breathe...she responded as if every touch were the first. He licked her, drank her in like she was a fine wine. And he felt as if he was getting drunk off of her. He entered her, he couldn't resist any longer. A long low moan escaped her. She contorted her body so she could feel him deep into her body... he started slowly, sliding his cock into her then withdrawling it only to tease her until he was at his breaking point..then he entered her hard and fast.She moaned, squealed and finally screamed out in pleasure as she hit the orgasim. He however wasn't even close... he continued to thrust hard and fast...bringing her multiple times to the brink till he was ready to burst. He withdrew his ready to explode cock from her well fucked cunt. She was dripping wet.He straddled her and aimed his cock at her heaving chest..his head threw back and he cried in delight as he came in her breasts. He came with such force that it ran down her chest and was even dripping off her chin. He collapsed on her..physically and emotional spent.He clung to her..holding her close, wanting to hold her forever. They fell asleep, naked, satisfied emotionally and physically and completely exhausted. He awoke hours later.. she still clinging to him. He kissed her lips, not wanting to leave her, but he knew he must. She stirred slightly.. he didn't want to wake her. He whispered to her that He didn't want to leave but that he must and that he will be back...that she had satisfied him the way no one ever had and she would always be in his heart and especially his dreams and fantasies. He kissed her again and got up to leave...his heart breaking a bit as he left. Before he descended the stairs, a final look back and he saw her reach out for him.
Till our next meeting my secret lover...


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Step dad, mum and college lass: Everything under a Christmas tree should be opened with relish and delight....Some may say I’m lucky, others who share the same birthday as me, will take a different view. My birthday falls on Christmas Day. Yet here I was getting up excited and very early on Christmas morning just turned eighteen. I was prepared as usual for the ‘single double’ present that covered both birthday and Christmas. But at least it was under a tree. The tree I had helped decorate with...

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Christmas on Duty I have to work Why does she

Christmas On Duty Copyright Oggbashan December 2012Minor edit December 2013The 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.This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. *************************************************Our office party was set for...

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Christmas at Thanatos Manor

Christmas at Thanatos Manor – Part One Dear Reader. Here's a cruel and depraved little confection to brighten yourholiday season. So put down the ribbons and wrapping paper and spend a fewminutes with the members of the Thanatos Society as they gather at the Manorto celebrate Christmas. Like most of my tales, this one is not for the faintof heart. If you would like to let me know what you think of this story, youmay contact me at [email protected] Cerberus A leather-clad chauffeur...

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Christmas Visitor

That was the awkward Christmas. I had come back from my sophomore year at college, visiting my parents for a few days — the first time I felt like a visitor in the house I grew up in. My younger brother, Randy, had accepted an invitation to go skiing with some cousins, a trip that my other obligations made impossible for me. His absence turned the time with my parents a bit more claustrophobic. Then, with only me and my parents in the house, they decided on a table-top Christmas tree instead of...

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Christmas Angel1

However, the coming Friday was Christmas. Instead of celebrating, she would spend the day sleeping late, enjoying a TV dinner, while watching one of her old taped movies, like “Gone with the Wind.” Or so she thought, the phone rang. When she answered it, it was her mother. She was calling to invite Melinda to come home for Christmas, after all she was only forty miles away. As usual, mom wouldn’t take no for an answer. “But Mom, I don’t feel like celebrating, it brings back too many...

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Christmas Story Two

Christmas Story Two Here Kitty Kitty I was away at college during the holidays. My mother was home all alone, since dad had died earlier in the year. I didn’t have the money or anyway to get home so mom would have to face this first Christmas all alone. I missed being home for Thanksgiving and my roommate knew it. He tried to comfort me, he tried to get me drunk, and he even tried to get me laid too. As it got closer to Christmas I told him that my mother had been born on...

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Christmas On Duty

Copyright Oggbashan December 2012 Minor edit 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. This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. ************************************************* Our office party was set for Christmas Eve starting...

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Christmas Carol

I loathe Christmas. In fact I loathe any prescribed festivity which obliges one to feign good will towards people one is at best indifferent to at all other times. Christmas is especially vile since the people most likely to go into a huff over the gift you’ve bought them are those who have spent weeks telling you, “It’s the thought that counts.” And you can’t go shopping without being force fed trite sentiment masquerading as music, much as turkeys are twice-stuffed, alive and dead. I said as...

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Christmas time

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Christmas Magic Pt 1

It’s Christmas Eve and you’d think I’d be happy and excited for tomorrow, but to me, it’s just another day. My foster guardians, I’m certainly not going to call them parents, don’t give a shit about Christmas. Rick McCray and his rotten tooth wife Caroline, who are supposed to be my guardians will most likely spend their Christmas all strung out on crack. Rick deals but also uses and Caroline only uses. Crack’s not the only drug they ingest. They’ll take anything they can get. Crack’s just...

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Christmas Is Cancelled

The British prime minister shuffled up to the lectern as the cameras went live. He was once described as being like a dishevelled blond orangutang. Tonight that description seemed apt.A last-minute news conference had been called on the Saturday before Christmas. All across the country, people were looking forward to a brief respite from the lockdowns. They had been promised five days of freedom by the orangutang.They weren't going to get it.The Coronavirus had mutated and now there were...

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Christmas Curse

The Curse JoAnne forced her way brusquely through the dense crowd toward the Thai place on the corner. Lord, she hated holiday shopping – screaming brats, the jarring sounds of ringing bells, the constant fucking “gimme, gimme, gimme” of the damn “charity” workers. As if they weren’t really there to guilt you into forking over the goddamn money. And all these fucking people just kept on bumping against her, wrinkling her $2000 black skirt and jacket power suit. Didn’t they have somewhere to...

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Christmas with My MotherinLaw

This story, although fictitious, is based heavily on true events and true people, just the names have been changed and it's mostly my own fantasies that are touched upon in the actions.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It was a brisk chilly Christmas eve, the 24th of December.I was staying with my gorgeous girlfriend at her mum's house. My parents were away on holiday and my girlfriend always spends Christmas with her mother, and...

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Christmas Surprise

Christmas Surprise By Margaret Jeanette Terry and Jennifer Buxton had everything going for them. Married eight years and having their own real estate business that was thriving gave them a good life style. Jennifer was nominal president of the company while Terry was listed as vice president. All major decisions were made by both of them. They had 10 agents working for them and each one seemed to show success in selling properties. It was three weeks before Christmas and lunch...

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Christmas Party

A Christmas Sex Party        My wife of ten years is the sales rep for a plastic whole sale company.  She sells recycled raw product to factories and manufacturing companies in a fairly large region including the east coast and into the mid-east states.  Using email and a phone she is able to do a lot of her work from an office in our home.   This allows her to be at home most days to spend quality time with our two kids, Mat 6 and Jessie 4.  To maintain personal contact with most of her...

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Christmas Angel

Melinda and her husband Mike used to go all out at Christmas time, decorating every inch of the house, inside and out. It was her favorite holiday. One of the traditions Melinda brought from her childhood was the family setting up the tree the first Sunday of December. Nowadays it was not just their kids, but grandkids as well. The sounds of children giggling, a serenade of Christmas melodies, make that day extra special. This year however just wasn't the same, because her husband divorced her...

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Christmas SurpriseChapter 2

We made a pit stop at the sandwich shop and then caught a taxi. I took her to Fashion Valley Center. She looked a bit nervous when she saw how everyone else was dressed. I was wearing the same comfortable polo shirt and jeans that I'd been wearing when she met me. Seeing that she was nervous I led her into Nordstrom's and then into the women's clothing section where I located a sales attendant. "Hi Barbara. My name is Rich and this is my friend Lynn." "Hi Rich, Lynn, it's a pleasure...

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Christmas CheerChapter 7

The day of Christmas Eve was quiet and low-key. I think both of us were a little worn out by the constant activity of the previous week and glad to have a restful day at home. I spent some time puttering on the computer--no dire emails this time, thank goodness!--and caught up a bit on the novel I was reading. I found a few moments to wrap the St. Christopher medallion I'd bought Mike at the street fair, smiling as I remembered dancing in the square and kissing under the mistletoe. Had it...

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Christmas Angel

“Elfi,” a male voice barked, directly to my left. I winced as the sound exploded against my eardrums, and angry flecks of saliva slapped against my cheek. “Get back to fucking work. Now!”If that sounded harsh written in English, let me tell you it actually made my skull vibrate in the original German. German is a perfect language for shouting.The words came from my boss, Klaus Richter, Head of Entertainment at the Christmas market in Berlin, where I worked. My muscles tensed, my hands started...

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