The Three wishes A Christmas Story
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Louisiana. Where a really good guy named Bobby lived. Well, I guess there were many good guys named Bobby in Louisiana, but this is the story of one of them in particular.
Bobby was well-known in his city, both for his ranch and for being a good person. Among Bobby’s many employees, there was Jesse. Jesse had been working on the ranch for a long time: he was just nineteen when he walked into Bobby’s office for the first time.
He was a boy escaping from his life and from a family who refused to accept his homosexuality. And Bobby pretty much acted as a good father figure and did what every father should do: accept Jesse for who he was. Jesse worked on the ranch for some twenty years, building muscle, growing stronger, not to mention a cute beard and some hot body hair: he turned into a rugged, sexy man.
As time went by, Jesse got closer and closer to his boss’ family: Bobby’s wife Patti and his daughter Christie.
Oh, Christie…
Jesse had felt connected with this girl, since the beginning.
He had watched her grow up as he was getting older. That red curly hair, those green eyes… Christie was as pretty as her mother and was as pure and good as her father. She had many friends at school, but nobody she felt as close to as Jesse.
It was tough when at sixteen, she fell in love with him and he could do nothing but tell her the truth. He didn’t think of her “that way” because he was gay. Jesse was Christie’s crush. She was sure they would get married when she finished high school. The girl cried a lot and refused to talk to anyone for a week.
Luckily, time healed her broken heart and everything got better. Until last year.
It was a cold day of February, when good ol’ Bobby passed away, leaving everyone in devastating pain. Getting back to life wasn’t easy for anybody in the family or on the rach since everything on the ranch reminded them of the man they loved so much.
Christie was in such a state of shock that she failed her senior year and had to repeat it in September.
The family ranch still had the trust of the investors, but nobody had Bobby’s business sense. Hard times were a-coming…
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JULY
It was a warm night.
Jesse was getting ready to go home, thinking of his latest douchebag date and his terrible relationships, when he met Christie. She tried to act like she was strong, but she gave up right after a few words.
Her sad smile said a lot.
“I’ve been thinking about those things I can’t do anymore. I won’t make him proud of me, I won’t feel his hugs, I won’t hear his voice…”
She was about to cry again.
“Oh Christie,” Jesse whispered reassuringly, “Come here…”
Jesse hugged her and helped let the pain flow out of her eyes, as his hands tenderly caressed her hair.
“I miss him so much…”
“You’ll be fine. You’ll be fine, I promise. We’ll get through this.”
And then, she pronounced those words: “Thank you, daddy.”
Jesse felt uncomfortable.
“How did you call me?”
Christie looked embarrassed.
“I’m so sorry, Jesse. It’s just that… sometimes, you sound exactly like him…”
“Are you sure it’s just that?” he asked.
She looked away from him: “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I saw you come into this world and I saw you grow up into the young woman you are right now. I love you, but not as you might think.”
“I’m not thinking about anything. What do you mean?”
“Okay... I just really want to make sure things are clear between us because I really want to help you.”
The girl looked at him: there was a strange aura around them.
“Help me, then.”
Before saying another word, Christie had her lips on Jesse’s. He felt very strange about that kiss but even stranger about the fact he wasn’t doing anything to stop it. Then, he found himself responding to the intense embrace with even more intensity: his cock hardened in an instant.
Her lips and mouth tasted so good: his hands planted on her face, her hands running up and down the back of his tank top, caressing his hot body. Jesse was a gold star and he was about to lose that with a girl who could be his daughter!
“No… Wait a minute, what’s going on? Fuck that, no!”
The lights had suddenly turned back on, in his mind.
He was still breathing hard
“I… I can’t…” he said to Christie, interrupting the kiss.
“We can’t… Please…”
“Why not? It’s what we both want. Please…”
Christy kissed his mouth again, softly.
“Please, daddy…”
Jesse turned cold: “Stop it. This is not good. I’m not your daddy, Christie. Your daddy is a man who still lives in our minds, in our hearts. He loved you so much and I loved him a lot, too. And I will not disrespect his memory.”
The moonlight made his tears shine as he walked away, quickly. Once he got home, Jesse dived onto his bed: he was upset and felt guilty, his head was hurting a lot. He felt like his feelings were fighting his instincts.
It was not going to be an easy night…
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DECEMBER
As time flew by, things didn’t get much easier for Jesse and Christie. But as the November page blew off the calendar and the first day of December rolled in, everyone on the ranch felt relieved. Jesse and Christie were friends. Sort of. But something was broken beyond fixing.
Jesse had hooked up with a few men since that kiss with Christie, but his latest date was a little more into exploration. His sex date wanted Jesse to try out his fleshlight. A pussy fleshlight. A very accurate reproduction.
“I thought you were gay...” Jesse was a bit confused
“I am. Okay, maybe homoflexible is the correct definition.”
“Sorry dude, but this ain’t my stuff.”
“Give me a chance, please. I’ll show you how it works.”
He started with a long, tasty blowjob.
Jesse was really excited.
“Now what?”
The guy positioned the lips of the fleshlight on top of Jesse’s cock and pushed gently.
His body reacted, as he growled arching his chest.
“You like that?”
Fleshlight rode the gay cock as Jesse’s mind projected Christie’s body moving up and down on his pole. He then remembered their steamy kiss and pretended he was fucking her tight pussy. Jesse had one of his best orgasms, ever.
At that moment, the gay guy from South Louisiana had the proof he wasn’t just a gay guy, anymore.
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CHRISTMAS EVE
Jesse was working harder than usual on the ranch, because he needed to keep his mind as busy as possible if he didn’t want to think of sad stuff, like the fact that this would be the first Christmas without Bobby.
“Good morning,” said a creepy female voice behind him.
Jesse turned to see who was there.
“Good morning, Mrs. Monet.”
In Jesse’s mind, Mrs. Monet was the encyclopedic definition of a horrible person.
“It’s finally Christmas… Everything is so magical. I’m feeling like a better person, you know?”
“I’m sure you are, ma'am,” Jesse replied to her, politely but repulsed: “How can I help you?”
She smiled: “I wanted to inform you about tonight. I’d like to have you as a special… guest. For me and the other women of the club.”
“I’m not sure I understand,” Jesse was puzzled.
“Must disagree. I think you understood perfectly,” she answered, touching his crotch.
“With all due respect,” he said, pushing her hand away, “that’s not gonna happen.”
Her smile turned to an evil grin.
“Oh, Jesse… Did I say that I’d like to have you? I meant that I WANT YOU. You and your hard-working body will give us much pleasure… tonight. Or I’ll make sure this ranch hits the skids quicker than a summer-tired Oldsmobile in the middle of a New England snowstorm. And for the record... Patti has given me her blessing.”
Jesse was shocked.
How could she do that to him? He felt so betrayed.
“Bring a Santa costume,” Mrs. Monet was peremptory: “We can’t wait to… unwrap you.”
She left, as Jesse was speechless and horrified.
A few seconds later, a hate-filled voice reached his ears. A voice he could have recognized anywhere.
“I guess horny old ladies don’t make you feel as gay, huh?”
Christie had seen and heard everything. She was furious.
“Please… Let me explain,” Jesse begged her.
“Explain what!? The fact that you’re not attracted to me, but you don’t mind getting touched by disgusting bitches like Mrs. Monet?”
“No! Not at all! Listen to me, please!”
“No! I’m done listening to your lame excuses. I’m done waiting for you. I’m done with YOU!”
“Christie!”
Her pain was real but Christie desperately tried to hide it with anger.
“I don’t want you in my life, you’re fucking dead to me!”
Christie ran away as Jesse tried to reach her.
“I love you… In every way,” he shouted, but Christie was already too far.
Jesse had finally come to grips with the idea of making love to Christie, but apparently, it was too late. Once he got back home, Jesse looked through the garage for his Santa stuff: it had been a long time since he’d put it on. As desperate as he was, gym workout was still on his to-do list: Jesse kept thinking about Bobby and how much he wanted to save the ranch for him, for his legacy and for Christie.
Later that night, Jesse donned his Santa costume and threw some clean clothes in an overnight bag before heading out to Mrs. Monet’s Christmas party. As he was driving, Jesse thought about this absurd situation and how uncomfortable he felt: was he really supposed to go to that twisted party without clarifying things with Patti first?
She was his boss now, after all. Not Mrs. Monet.
He stopped the car, and parked in a very unconventional way before running to Patti’s house. An unusually cold wind brushed against his body and rushed over the naked skin under his clothes but this didn’t stop him. When he finally made it to the door and rang the bell, his breathing was choppy at best.
“Jesse. What are you doing here?”
Patti barely recognized him.
“I need to talk to you. Now.”
She let him in.
“Look, I know we’re having troubles and I know Mrs. Monet is a big investor in the ranch, but…”
He took a deep breath before continuing: “But I won’t be her hooker. I won’t. I’m sorry. I… I just can’t. And if you need to fire me, then go ahead.”
Patti was stunned.
“Jesse… What are you talking about?”
He looked at her. She had the same genuine eyes Bobby had.
“Mrs. Monet talked to me earlier today.”
Meanwhile, Christie was eavesdropping from the stairs.
Jesse went on: “She said the two of you agreed to hire me as a stripper and an escort for her club of bored women.”
“What? I never… that is not true! When we talked, we settled for a charity auction. She never mentioned something as despicable. I would never agree to anything like THAT.”
"So... You would never sell me to that... Witch?"
Patti took Jesse’s hands.
“Are you kidding? God, no! You’re part of this family. And I care about you.”
The two hugged.
“What should I do now?”
“Well," the woman had things very clear in mind, "I suggest you forget about going over there. I'm gonna face her. She'll know what I think of her twisted plans.”
Jesse and Patti exchanged smiles as Christie came down the stairs, pretending she hadn’t been there all along.
"Hi, Jesse. Mom, can we have a moment?"
"Of course. I’m gonna go upstairs. Jesse, you're invited to our dinner, later"
Once Patti had left, Christie and Jesse shared an awkward smile.
“You heard your mother and I talking, didn’t you?”
“I did,” Christie admitted. “Enough to realize I was a fool to think you’d…”
He smiled.
"So you don’t think I’m a two-bit gigolo anymore, huh?"
Christie chuckled, embarrassed.
"I never really thought that, actually,” she replied. “I was just… really angry."
Jesse felt the impulse to kiss her but he stopped.
Then, he felt a sob building up in his throat.
“Listen,” he started, his voice sounded insecure.
“After our first kiss, I fought hard with myself. I’m gay, always have been. But your touch, your lips… I… they gave me sensations that I’d never felt before. And I think what happened is… I finally understand. I wanted to lose my virginity… My… second one… With you. But I don't... I'm ready for this experience, just with someone else. You're too important to me. Like… well, your mom said it herself. I’m part of the family. You are like a sister to me."
He was ready for her to cry, but she kinda looked relieved.
“Are you alright?”
She smiled.
“I’ve been wanting us to be together for so long," she finally said, “but only now do I realize it could never work.”
Jesse just stared at her, amazed.
“You see,” Christie kept talking, “we might have fantasies. We might have our first time together. But after the orgasm, at the end of the day, I’m still a straight girl and you’re still a gay man. I love you and you love me, yes. And I’d give everything to have a straight Jesse. But that wouldn’t be you.”
He smiled and gave her a sweet hug.
“So young, yet so smart. I’m so glad you understand! I do love you, Christie. You’ll find a boyfriend soon and he better be a gentleman. Or I’ll have to punch him out.”
She laughed.
“Okay, gay cowboy, all that virility shows you really are ready to lose your gold star.”
Jesse’s eyes widened.
“What? You know about that?”
“I might be young but I’m not that stupid. Now go, or you won't be back in time”
Jesse gave her one last kiss on the lips before leaving.
"See you later, Christie."
"See you later, Jesse."
***
It was a very intense night, all Jesse could think about was needing a beer. Sex? He had to be realistic: looking for pussy on Christmas Eve was just as crazy as looking for cock on Christmas Eve.
He drove to the pub and, as soon as he parked, he found his next to impossible: a beautiful brunette chick, not older than twenty, arguing with someone on the phone. She didn’t notice him at first, but he certainly noticed her. Her coat couldn't hide her red and white lingerie.
Jesse parked close to where the girl was, took the Santa beard off and got off the car.
“Ok, then you know what? Screw you!” yelled the girl one last time before ending the call.
Jesse “casually” walked towards her. He was horny.
Their eyes met and they both smiled.
“Are you okay?”
“I'm not. My boyfriend is a lazy stoned cunt and won't come to my family's for dinner.”
The two kept looking at each other until he made the first move.
“If I’d have to pick a random moment for some random sex with a random person, this would be that moment and you would be that person.”
She smiled, horny: “ That's weird... But... Let’s fuck at your place, Santa.”
“Sounds cool!"
They left in his car.
As he was driving, the girl took his gay dick out of his pants, directly into her mouth and gave him the best blowjob ever.
“Holy shit, keep sucking! That feels amazing!”
Dangerously close to cumming, he managed to keep himself cold-blooded. Once they arrived at Jesse’s place, he took the girl’s coat off, roughly pulled her hair and kissed her wildly.
'Man, I never thought kissing a girl would feel so good...' he thought.
“What’s your name?”
“Vanessa.”
"Okay, Vanessa... Let's see if you've been naughty, or nice…"
He opened the door to his bedroom, picked her up and threw her on the bed.
“You’re so in trouble…”
The girl hesitated a little before picking up the roleplay.
"Can you at least tell me your name?"
"Well," Jesse, grinned, horny, “Everyone knows Santa has no name."
He caressed her chin as they made out again: "I'm Jesse... And I'm very, very, very nice to meet you..."
He gently pushed Vanessa down, face-up, as she could see him taking his shirt off.
Finally, his body was free, out of that stinky uniform: his chiseled torso was a bit covered in sweat.
"But for you: it's Daddy."
She giggled with excitement and he leaned down on her, kissing her once again: she was so pretty.
“Man, I can’t stop kissing you.”
His right hand grabbed her boobs, then moved down to her panties.
She had a nice wet pussy, he could tell.
Jesse pushed her panties aside and slid a finger inside her.
Then two, causing her to moan.
His gay hand nevertheless instinctively knew how to handle girl parts: she was so hot, losing her mind in his mouth.
“You're doing great. Get wet for Daddy.”
He added a third finger and fingerfucked her harder as his tongue kept worshipping her moans. She had a nice orgasm, Jesse could feel it. Jesse slowly took his fingers out and let Vanessa suck her pleasure from them.
“Let me taste you," he said, spreading her legs and diving his mouth down into those waterfalls.
He was eating his first pussy and damn, he loved the flavor!
"Please Daddy, keep eating! Eat me! Eat me like that!"
"WOOF," he growled, as he feasted on her pussy.
Then, the cowboy sat on the bed and took his pants off before taking out a condom. He was so sweaty, even before the real cardio activity. His spit fell on top of the protected knob and he invited Vanessa to sit on the hard cock.
As the good girl obeyed, taking Jesse’s important manhood within her walls, they both got very vocal at the same time. His cock was drenched in female liquid pleasure leaking down onto his balls.
He took her next to him and freed her boobs from the sophisticated lingerie. His gay tongue soaked every inch of her round and solid pieces of art as his hard tool drilled her hole with no mercy.
Vanessa couldn't help but lose nuts as she caressed his beard, his manly chest and the rest of his sweaty body, but Jesse quickly switched things around, lying against her body and fucking her in the missionary position.
She screamed wildly.
To tease her some more, he pinned her hands to the mattress and whispered dirty things into her open lips.
“I know you like daddy’s cock in your filthy, hungry pussy?"
Her eyes were wide open, no sound coming from her mouth.
"Oh, I can feel it drenching in your juices. I love how it smells, I fucking love it.”
“Keep... Keep doing me, daddy," she whispered as the most immoral of the prayers, "I’m gonna cum again!”
Jesse intensified the drilling and he smiled at her facial expressions when her pleasure reached its limits.
He felt her squirting all around his covered cock.
“Oh, God! OH, GOD! You’re so wet. You’re so fucking wet!”
He kissed her wild, as he was so close to the finish line.
"Baby," Jesse was whispering, too: "Daddy needs to cum so badly. Where do you want Daddy to cum?”
“In my mouth.”
"Your perfect, sinning mouth"
He slowed down as his breathing got even more ragged: just one more kiss would have resulted in cum.
"Okay... Okay..."
Jesse proceeded to pull out of her drenched pussy and took the condom off his hard, purple pole. He facefucked Vanessa until he unleashed his nasty cumshot.
“I'm coming!” he growled.
“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Daddy's gonna cum! Swallow every drop!”
His body was extremely sweaty, his mind was extremely satisfied.
He laid down on her beautiful body and they kissed for a long while, post-orgasm, not speaking.
“I have to go,” said Vanessa as their mouths took a break. “My boyfriend is still at home and I think he’s sorry enough. He's an idiot, but I kinda like him.”
She left the bed and adjusted the lingerie as Jesse kept looking at her.
Vanessa smiled.
“What?"
“I was a gold star… You’re my very first girl”
The hot brunette laughed, confused.
“Ok... Do you tell this story to every chick you fuck? Does it work? Cause I was here and you weren't gay, at all!”
“I’m serious! I’m gay but I had these fantasies about girls, lately. So... Thank you for this moment.”
Vanessa smiled: "Thank you for making me feel like a princess in wonderland. But now I have to go back to being a regular girl.”
“ Yeah... me too. Regular boy. I'm taking you back to the bar. Promise me, tonight you're gonna call your idiot and tell him you’re fine but no more his. And then... You will come back to daddy’s cock.”
Jesse smiled at his own words: if good ol’ Bobby could hear him!
But maybe, he did…
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© 2011 All rights reserved Author’s note: Here’s my story for the Winter Holidays contest. I hope you enjoy it, and votes and feedback are welcome and appreciated. Thanks to LettersfromTatyana, MugsyB and Annanova and my husband for encouragement and beta reading. ================================== Joe Naylor stared at the department store display. ‘I can not believe this.’ ‘What?’ His girlfriend, Noelle Winters, gave him a puzzled look. ‘This!’ He made a sweeping gestures with his arm to...
Ten days to go ‘til Christmas, John Griffin just shook his head. Standing aside he watched as the happy and joyous people went by. Happy and joyous yeah right! My ass he thought! None of these chumps had any idea of what they were doing. God, as he watched another throng of people go by; what a bunch of suckers! Just then the CEO of the company walked up behind him, “Hello John, lot of people moving through the store I see. That merchandising trick you came up with was sheer genius!”...
You know that’s not wise, honey.’ She cuddled closer. ‘I know I love you, but damn it, you’ve been divorced for only a six months, and we’ve been dating and being lovers and everything for only ten weeks. You’re still on the rebound. Sure, I might want to marry you, but you can’t be that sure about me yet.’ I knew she was right. She hammered home the point. ‘I know I stop every time we pass a jeweler’s window and look at engagement rings with you, but it’s too soon.’ She sat up. ‘Maybe your...
It was a few days after Christmas I was sat at home and the phone rang it was a mate of mine asking if I fancied popping down for a few cans, Id been single for a while and so Christmas hadn't been the best so jumped at the chance to get out the house.I got to my mate's house Dave( not his real name ) and knock on the door "hang on a minute" shouted Kate( not her real name ) the call had come from up stairs so I waited a few seconds and the door opened, My breath was taken aback as Kate was...
‘Well, if you really need someone, I suppose I could do that—if you really need me.’ Clara tried to make her reluctance quite clear, but Elizabeth was having none of that. She just cheerily plowed along, working on getting Clara on the road to fill in for no-shows among the volunteers at the soup kitchen where Elizabeth was working that evening. Nothing had put her off—not Clara’s remark that it was already dark, not her observation that it had begun to snow—not even her noting that it was...
According to Webster’s New World Dictionary: Aureole is the radiance encircling the head or body of something as in halo or the illuminated area around the sun as seen in a mist or during an eclipse. Areola is a small ring around something as the dark ring around a nipple. Christmas Story One The Christmas Angel I was your typical good looking college graduate working my way up the corporate ladder. I was twenty-eight years old and single because I worked all of the time. It...
With some deep apologies to Charles Dickens. A being whose talent I am no where near. But as promised, a Fiction Mania Christmas Carol. The Time: A Christmas time a few years ago. Region: Salem. A large City in the North East United States. Place: Ye Old Irish Inn. A corner bar and grill. Mike was grumping about how to pay for Christmas. Jake was moaning how he had to work Christmas Day. Sue, Jane, and Nicole were upset on the boss's attitude. He almost canceled the pay bonus and...
Joe Naylor stared at the department store display. "I can not believe this." "What?" His girlfriend, Noelle Winters, gave him a puzzled look. "This!" He made a sweeping gestures with his arm to indicate the shelves. "It's October fifteenth and they're putting up Christmas decorations!" He scowled at the Santas, elves, miniature trees and other Yuletide paraphernalia that sat mere feet from more appropriate seasonal wares. Pumpkins, witches, and skeletons grinned at him from their...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Mary wraps herself up in lights as a Christmas present for Paul = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Mary read the text on her smart phone. ‘Boarding, see you around ten.’ Paul would be home for Christmas. She normally didn’t mind the amount of travel he did with his job, but the just-before-Christmas annual company planning meeting had always irked her. Paul was always gone for the three days before Christmas. He had...
By SchneiderVerseAfterDarkSam and Cat’s ApartmentChristmas EveSam wore a thin cotton red spaghetti strap tank top and green silky boxers (presents given to her by Cat for and to wear during the holiday and understanding her hatred for the word ‘panties’) as she lazily walked into the back second bedroom of Cat and hers shared apartment. After the couple had returned from Tori, Freddie and Jade’s Christmas party, Cat had instructed her to change and relax in the living room for a bit until ten...
A Christmas Tale (The Fifth) Chapter 01 Walter and Laura Walter. "An introvert yes he's definitely a bit of an introvert," I say to my wife as I look out of the window into next door's back garden. "Who is dear?" I look over to my wife of nearly sixty years, she's currently standing at the sink and is straining cooked black currents through a muslin cloth. "The young lad next door; Graham I believe his name is." "Oh yes I watched him the other day, I think he was building...
Are you alone and lonely for the holidays? Don’t you wish that Ronco would invent something to make you feel not so alone and sell it on TV for, oh, I don’t know, $19.99 and if you called right now, you’d get a second one for free? Yeah, well, go fish, life doesn’t work that way. A friend in need is a friend indeed doesn’t always go along with you sow what you reap. Sometimes, life just happens and you suddenly find yourself in uncharted territory and alone, be it a move to a new city or...
“There is a beast in man that must be exercised, not exorcised.”-The Satanic Bible*It was Christmas Eve, and Jolly Old Saint Nicholas had one last job to do. A job he dreaded.He stood at an iron door in the side of a mountain at the top of the world, hesitating as he lifted a rusted key from around his neck. Did he really have to go through with it? Maybe this year, just for once, he could skip this last chore. Maybe everything would be better off if he just left well enough alone…But no.; he...
Supernatural“Any plans during the break?” Sue asked. “No,” Diane said. The bell rang, ending their conference period, so they headed back to their classrooms. Sue was the best friend Diane had at work; for that matter, she was probably her best friend anywhere, at this point, though they rarely saw each other outside work. Since Diane and Bill split up, most of her former friends had slipped away. Splitting up was complicated, after eighteen years of marriage and two children, and the holidays seemed to...
SupernaturalIntroduction: The magic of Christmas is in the giving For reasons of my own, I no longer allow comments, nor do I make them. If you would like to offer a critique, please send me a pm. I can only improve with your very valuable input. This is my entry to Calling All Writers, Chapter 9. Please join our website and go to the Sex Stories Forum to enjoy more stories, and to vote. Mary pulled up next to the barn at Nicks Christmas Tree Farm, the first Saturday of November. The farm opened for...
A Christmas Tale By Becky Simpson It was cold in there. It was dark cold damp and I was very very miserable. I was shivering, just wearing flimsy underpants, with nothing else to keep me warm but a damp and smelly blanket. I had been locked in the shed at the bottom of the garden and I had not eaten since the day before. It was raining outside and I was able to drink from the small muddy pool of water that had leaked in through the rickety shed roof. I kept running through...
-The Satanic Bible *** Jolly old Saint Nicholas had one last job to do that evening. A job he dreaded. He stood at an iron door in the side of a mountain at the top of the world, lifting an old, rusted key from around his neck and wondering if he really had to go through with it. Maybe this year, just for once, he could skip this particular chore… But no. He shook his head, spilling snow from his crown of ivy. He was obligated to be charitable to everyone in need. And what...
Mary pulled up next to the barn at Nick’s Christmas Tree Farm, the first Saturday of November. The farm opened for business the weekend before Thanksgiving. Mary had worked each season for the past seven years, and always came out a week early to walk through the fields of evergreens. It was the slowest time of year for her design business and this seasonal job allowed her to utilize her creativity. The sun felt warm on her shoulders, while the air was cool against her face. The dried autumn...
I had always had a very close knit family. I grew up in a warm home with 2 sisters and 3 brothers. My mom and dad were very happy together and never can I ever remember them fighting. We did everything as a family and we stood up for each other. I had never met another family like my own. We spend every holiday together. I was the second oldest of the children. My brother Justin was older than me by only 10 months. I had been born 2 months early. He and I were closer to each other than any of...
IncestWinter 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 Sex“Well, hi folks! Do you remember me?” “Yes, that’s right! I’m the talking Snowman from that old TV show!” “What was that you said?” “Why yes, I suppose I do sound like Burl Ives, and why not? The man had a perfectly wonderful voice.” “So, I’m sure you’re wondering what I doing here at this time of night? I mean, the kids are all snuggled up in bed and all, and it’s too late to tell them a Christmas story, isn’t it? Hehe, you must think this old Snowman’s brain is half melted after all these...
SupernaturalI 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...
On a cold and rainy Christmas Eve, in a small house by a large patch of woods, a small but close-knit family sat drinking hot chocolate and cider around the fireplace. In the corner stood a modest Christmas tree, glowing with colored lights, glass balls, and tinsel. Underneath the tree was a small pile of presents. Outside, the wind soughed in the trees and rain pattered against the window, but the family was snug and warm in its little house. There were just three of them: a mother, a father,...
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 Journey************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2011The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.It was the day before Christmas Eve in the mid 1960s. I was facing a boring Christmas sitting in my office in Devonport Dockyard waiting for...
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...
Christmas Surprise By Margaret Jeanette Tori Hansen was on the way to her mother's to make Christmas candy. It was three weeks until Christmas and it was a tradition for her and her mother to make candy for Christmas for her, her mother and her sister Tanya. She arrived at her mother's house and when she was in she found her mother feeling under the weather. Her mother asked if they could put off making the candy until next Saturday. She told her that it was okay and that she was...
To Bake a Christmas Cake A fictional story, written by REIF DISCLAIMER: This is adult fiction with heavy transgender elements, if you find that in any way offensive then stop reading NOW. No character in this story is meant to resemble any actual person living or dead. Please respect the author and don't steal. Comments and feedback may be directed to [email protected] Chapter 1 There are few sounds more unique than that of snow crunching underfoot, it...
"You just don't have any sense of adventure anymore," complained Debbie. "Like all those muggers and murderers you deal with everyday?" I wanted to know. "It has nothing to do with my job," she replied. "And for your information it is usually burglars that I'm involved in catching, not murderers. The problem is with you. Ever since you finished acting school, all you do is sit around here and mope. I don't mind about the fact that you can't contribute much to the rent, but I just don't get any...
Straight Sex"You need to think about this, Eric," Tom, my roommate, told me. "I don't think it would be good for you to stay in this apartment alone for a month. Please come home with me for Christmas. My family would really love to have you." I told him I'd think about it. One I grew up loving Christmas. My parents always made it a fun event. There was just the three of us, and no other family nearby, but we made it fun. We were never all that religious, but we understood the peaceful message...
Joyce had barely made it back to the apartment from the grocery store where she worked as a checkout clerk and tucked the ham she’d brought home—the last one in the store—before it was time to go pick up the Christmas cake she’d ordered from Gleesons before they closed. She had already been cutting her time short—she still had to go buy a tree and figure out where she’d stashed the ornaments and lights—and she hadn’t gotten off shift when she expected to. She kicked herself for not remembering...