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Another pussy for Christmas ***** In "A pussy for Christmas," Paul asked for a pussy for Christmas, without realising that "pussy" has a double meaning. In this sequel Paul, now Paula, visits her cousin Joseph, who turns out to have a very similar wish. (You don't really need to read "A pussy for Christmas," but it helps. If you want to, just click the author link at the top of this page and it should be easy to find). ***** Paula looked into the bathroom mirror and smiled. She loved her body. As a 13 year old girl, of course it wasn't perfect, but she had to admit it was wonderful to see a girl in the mirror every morning. She took off her nightgown and stood there, now only in her panties. She smiled as she looked at her boobs - still A cup, but perky, feminine boobs nonetheless. She also loved her curves, the shape of her body as it went in at her waist, out at her developing hips, and down to her lovely smooth legs. She turned her eyes to her pink panties, with a tiny bow at the top. They were so cute! But best of all was what was inside, or perhaps better to say, what wasn't inside. No longer was there anything bulging out. Instead, she could just faintly make out the shape of a cameltoe, the shape of that most feminine body part of all. Her pussy. You see, Paula hadn't always had a pussy. Paula had been born Paul. She had been changed into Paula by what was, for her, a piece of accidental but wonderful magic. Around this time last year, in the lead-up to Christmas, 12 year old Paul had decided he wanted, more than anything else, a pussy for Christmas. What Paul hadn't realised was that "pussy" has a double meaning, and so while his parents had got him a pet kitten, Santa had magically given him a pussy. So now Paul was Paula. Although Paula had initially been shocked by the change, she had quickly realised how wise Santa was, that it was actually what she wanted, deep down. She enjoyed her smooth shape and soft little breasts. She loved wearing a dress and having everyone call her pretty. Best of all, she loved having a pussy instead of a penis. It felt like her penis wasn't completely gone, though. It felt like it had retracted into her body, with just the tip able to be touched, if she slightly parted her outer labia and felt inside with her finger. That tip, which she discovered was called her clitoris, was incredibly sensitive. Far more sensitive and pleasurable to touch that any part of her former penis. In the months that followed her change, she had discovered just how pleasurable that touch was, as she explored her new body and discovered the wonders of female masturbation. Initially she had thought there was a downside, that she wasn't able to stand to pee. But pretty soon she discovered she was much happier having a pussy. Yes, boys have this little urinal device. But it's permanently attached, and 99.9% of the time it was just in the way. A pussy, with its smooth shape and gentle indent, was so much smoother, so much better, so much prettier to have. A pussy... just felt right. "Thank you again, Santa," she whispered, as turned away from the mirror and stepped into the shower. ***** For some reason, when Paul changed into Paula, everything around her changed too. It was like she had always been a girl called Paula. All the family photos, all the memories her family and friends talked about, were of a girl called Paula. Whatever had happened - whether the past had changed, or whether just everyone's memories had changed except hers - the changes were fairly minimal. Pretty well everything Paula remembered doing as Paul, other people remembered her doing as Paula. So instead of a somewhat shy and reserved boy, people instead remembered a girl who had been a little tomboyish. As she showered, she wondered, what would it be like when she visited her cousins? Because that day, Paula and her family (her parents, and older sister Sarah), were going to fly across the country to visit her cousins for Christmas. There was Tara, who was about Sarah's age; Joseph, a boy who was just a little younger than Paula; and their parents. Paula was both excited and apprehensive. Even though she only visited them every year or two, she felt - as Paul - that Joseph had been his best friend. They had very similar personalities, liked the same things, and did everything together. But was that going to change? Now that Paula was growing into a young woman, would there be that same closeness to Joseph? She feared it might not quite be the same. And where would she sleep? As Paula remembered it, she would sleep in Joseph's room, and Sarah would sleep in Tara's room. Would she now have to share a room with the older girls? That would be a pity, because she had always loved sharing a room with Joseph. In fact, it would be no exaggeration to say that sleeping in Joseph's room, talking and messing around, were some of her fondest memories. Were those memories no longer real? And what would Joseph remember? When Paul magically became Paula, everyone's memories seemed to simply substitute one memory with another. But what would happen to Joseph's memories of Paul sleeping in his room? Would they simply disappear, replaced with memories of being the only boy in the house? Still, there was time to worry about that later. There was a plane to catch. Paula picked her outfit for the plane. The choice was easy: a blouse and a skirt. In the old days, he would have had to wear pants or shorts of course. Now, she could wear a skirt. That would be so much cooler and more comfortable on the stuffy plane. "Another reason I love being a girl," Paula smiled. ***** "Tara," Joseph heard his mother say, "you know your cousins Sarah and Paula are going to share your room tonight?" "Paula?" thought Joseph. Did his Mum really say Paula just then? Joseph shook his head. "Of course she said Paula!" His cousins were two girls, Sarah and Paula. What was he thinking! "But then who's my cousin Paul?" he thought, "The one who I always follow around and want to be like?" Again he shook his head. "Where did that thought come from? I don't have a cousin called Paul!" He must have been confused with one of his friends at school. Of course Paula was a girl. She loved wearing dresses and always had clips or bows in her hair. But for a girl, Paula was great fun. Not like her older sister Sarah, who always ignored him and hung out with Tara. Paula always enjoyed playing with him. Wait, thought Joseph. I'm sure I remember getting changed with Paula to go swimming. No, that can't be right. No, now he thought about it, Sarah and Paula always slept in Tara's room when they visited, and Paula would have got changed in there. But... hadn't Paula slept with him in his room? He was sure he had a memory of Paula sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Again, he shook his head. No, he must be thinking of some other sleepover. Paula's a girl. She always shares a room with Sarah and Tara, not him. The more Joseph thought, the more those silly thoughts went away. Of course Paula was a girl. Yes, a girl who he got on with better than any boy, but still very much a girl. He wasn't sure why this idea of a "Paul" popped into his head. He must have been remembering some silly dream. ***** Later that day, Sarah, Paula and their parents arrived. "I don't know what I was thinking, because Paula is definitely a girl!" Joseph thought. The hair, the slightly rounded hips, and most of all the boobs, there could be little doubt Paula was a girl! "Hi Joseph, great to see you!" beamed Paula. Joseph snapped out of his trance. He hoped he hadn't been checking out his own cousin! He tried to answer as if everything was normal. "Hi Paula, how've you been?" "Good! In fact it's been a wonderful year!" "I'm sure it has been," Joseph thought. There was no denying that Paula was growing into a very attractive teenage girl. ("I'm sure she's a popular girl at school. I'm a bit of an outcast, but I can't imagine such a sweet and pretty girl being anything but popular," he thought.) Again Paula spoke and broke up Joseph thoughts, "So, what have you been up to?" "Oh just the usual. I can show you some of things I've made in my room if you like." "Not too long!" said Joseph's mum, "I thought we'd all go down to the beach for a while. I'm sure Sarah and Paula will enjoy some fresh air." [Remember this in Australia where Christmas is during summer]. So Paula and Joseph went to his room and chatted for a while. It was certainly just like old times. Paula liked all the things Joseph remembered her liking - books, computers, bikes. But still Joseph couldn't shake the idea that he had memories of a male cousin called Paul. Eventually it was time to go to the beach. So the girls all went off to Tara's room to get changed. When they came out, Paula was wearing a one piece swimsuit. The way it hugged her crotch removed any possible doubt - Paula was definitely all girl! At the beach, Joseph asked if anyone wanted to go boogie boarding. [I've no idea if these are popular outside of Australia - they're about 3-4 feet long and kids lie on them and surf - obviously easier than real surfing]. Tara and Sarah, in their bikinis, were more interested in sunbathing. But Paula eagerly joined in the fun in the water. "Maybe that's why I have these memories of 'Paul'," thought Joseph, "Paula's fun, just like a boy. Maybe when I was very young I had the idea she was a boy, perhaps she even slept in my room sometimes, and the idea that she was a boy stuck in the back of my mind". Later, they all walked up the beach to get ice creams. Joseph could see the looks his sister and cousins were getting from teenage boys walking past. There was no doubt they were all very pretty and shapely young girls. No one looks at me, Joseph sighed. Again Joseph stole a look at Paula's body. In her swimsuit he could clearly make out her curves, and her small boobs. And of course, the way the swimsuit curved around her smooth crotch. "Is this wrong, looking at her like that?" he again thought to himself. ***** That evening, both families went out for dinner. Joseph of course wore a shirt and pants. Paula wore a bright floral dress. "Wow, you look pretty!" Joseph said. "Thanks!" smiled Paula. Joseph caught himself. Was that a strange thing to say to his own cousin? But he reassured himself: he wasn't hitting on her. He was admiring her. Admiring? And then it hit him. It wasn't just admiration... it was envy! He was, in a weird way, kind of jealous that Paula was a girl. She was so pretty, and got to dress up even prettier. Yet she wasn't like his sister Tara, or most of the girls he knew at school. She wasn't into boring things. She was fun to be around, and did fun things. And yet, she got to be so sweet and feminine, while Joseph was just his boring self. In that moment, Joseph was jealous. Girls like Paula had the best of both worlds. Just for a moment, he wished he was a girl like Paula. "Wait, did I think that?" thought Joseph. "That's ridiculous. What am, I queer or something? Of course it's good being a boy!" The thought passed, and he enjoyed the rest of the evening. ***** When they got home from dinner, Joseph noticed Paula looking at her phone, giggling. "What are you watching?" he asked. "It's my cat, Puss. I'm Skyping with my friend who's minding her while we're here." "I never knew you had a pussy!" "Yes, I got one last Christmas." She gave a sneaky smile. "Getting a pussy was the best Christmas gift ever!" "Can I have a look?" "Sure!" So Joseph sat next to Paula and watched the Skype with Puss and Paula's friend. After, Paula showed Joseph more photos and videos of Puss. ("Paula's pussy is just the cutest thing!" Joseph thought.) ***** Eventually it was time to go to bed. As expected, Paula and Sarah both slept in Tara's room, while Joseph slept alone in his room. As he lay in bed, he returned to the thoughts he had when he realised he wasn't just admiring Paula in her dress, he was envying her. What would it be like, to be a girl like Paula? Of course he wouldn't have a penis and would have to sit to pee. But what would it be like to have boobs slowly growing? To have such a soft and feminine shape? To dress pretty? Or at least, to have the choice: to dress pretty and girly, or dress more like the boys? To be attractive, and have a boys hitting on him? "No! Don't be ridiculous!" he thought. "Boys have it better. We're bigger, stronger, and faster; plus who want to sit to pee every time?" Of course, Joseph wasn't particularly big, strong, or fast. But that's not the point. He was a boy - why would he want it any other way? He had to get that silly thought out of his head. It was true, though, that his closest friend was his female cousin Paula. But that's because they had such similar personalities. While it was great to be similar to his slightly older cousin, of course he didn't want to be similar in EVERY way. But they did have many similarities. Then Joseph thought of another one: their love for cats. Paula was so lucky to have a pussy cat. Watching those videos, her cat was sooooo cute. Then he realised: that was what he wanted for Christmas... a pussy, just like Paula's. He knew pussies were more of a girly pet, but he didn't care. He'd love to have a pussy. ***** The next day was Christmas Eve. They were told they going to the mall for last minute Christmas shopping. "Mum, am I able to change what I want for Christmas?" Joseph asked. "It's a bit late... what it is it you want?" "A pussy, like Paula has." "A pussy?... the day before Christmas. It's a bit late to suddenly get a pet, don't you think?" Joseph's face fell. "OK," he mumbled, as he turned away so his Mum wouldn't see the tears which were welling up. A few minutes later Joseph saw Paula. Her cheery demeanour contrasted with how down he felt. This time Paula was dressed in a pink t-shirt and shorts. Whatever she wore - skirt, swimsuit, dress, or shorts, Joseph noticed Paula looked good in anything. He wasn't sure if that cheered him up, or made him feel envious again. "So Paula," Joseph asked, "if there is something I really want for Christmas, but it's impossible to get, what should I do?" Paula cast her mind back to her own magical Christmas last year. "I know this is going to sound silly, but ask Santa." "Ask Santa??" "Yes. I know people say Santa's not real. But let me just say, I know, sometimes Santa can work magic." Joseph was puzzled by this. But before he could ask any further, everyone was rounded up to go to the mall. With six people in the car (two mums, Sarah and Tara, Paula and Joseph), there was no opportunity to quiz Paula further. And when they got to the mall, Paula was immediately dragged by her mum to help choose Christmas food. Joseph's mother and sister set off in a different direction. "Do you mind if I just browse this book shop?" he asked. "OK, we'll collect you in 20 to 30 minutes," his mum said. "If you don't mind us picking decorations without you!" But the real reason Joseph wanted time to himself was so he could see the mall Santa. Perhaps because he was desperate, he wanted to try talking to Santa - but he didn't want anyone in his family seeing him do it. The line was surprisingly short. Miraculously short, perhaps. And within a few short minutes, Joseph was standing next to Santa. "Hi Santa." "Ho ho ho young man. What is your name?" "Joseph" "And what would you like for Christmas, Joseph?" "I'd like a pussy, just like Paula." "Who's Paula?" "She's my cousin. Last year, Santa gave a pussy to my cousin Paula. And she loves it so much, I think it's her favourite gift ever. So would you be able to give me a pussy, like you gave Paula a pussy last year?" Santa paused in thought. Joseph could see Santa looking deep into his eyes. "A pussy. Just like your cousin Paula now has a pussy?" "Yes." "You realise that, as a rule, only girls have pussies?" "Yes, but that's what I really want." Santa paused again. Then he smiled. "Very well, if that's the desire of your heart, Santa will see what he can do." "Really?" "Really. Merry Christmas, Joseph." "Merry Christmas Santa!" And Joseph hurried back to the book shop before anyone saw him. ***** That night, Christmas Eve, Joseph lay in bed, alone in his room. He could hear the talking and giggling coming from the girls' room, and felt like he was missing out. He wished he could share a room with Paula, like they did when they were younger. This Christmas was meant to be a great time with his cousins, especially Paula. Instead, while Paula had been wonderfully friendly to him, it had also been a time for him to envy just how happy Paula was and how good life was for her. "Oh well, hopefully I'll get a pussy tomorrow. Maybe then I'll feel as happy as Paula," he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep. ***** Soon after dawn on Christmas morning, Joseph woke up. Christmas! Time to sneak down and look at what was under the tree. He swung his legs out of bed and landed on... a mattress?! There was Paula, sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Why? "Paula, what are you doing here?" Paula woke up and looked up at Joseph. "Joseph? Is that you?" "Of course it's me. But what are you doing in my room?" "I just woke up here." Paula paused. "Why are you wearing a nightie?" Joseph looked down. It did certainly look like he was wearing some sort of night gown. "I just woke up like this." Paula looked at Joseph some more. "Ooooooooh... Joseph, what did you ask Santa for?" "A pussy. I said I wanted a pussy, just like yours." "OK... I think you're about to get the shock of your life. It looks like Santa has given you a pussy." "Where?" "Inside your panties." "What do you mean?" "Take a look in the mirror." "A mirror? Where did that come from?" "Well, it looks like your room has a mirror now." Joseph began to look around and saw indeed that his room was somewhat different. There were lighter colours. Almost... girly colours. Finally he looked at the mirror, but got a huge shock when he looked in it. He looked more like a girl! His hair was longer, and he was wearing some sort of pink and white night gown with a floral pattern on it. "What's happened?" "Like I said, look at your panties." Even though Paula was right there, Joseph was too shocked to mind his modesty. He lifted the hem of his nightie and looked at the panties underneath. They were pink too. But Joseph realised then that the shape was all wrong. He put his hand to the front of them. Where was his penis??? "What's happened to me?" he cried, "Where's my... where's my..." "Well you're a girl, obviously!" "What?" Joseph felt around inside his panties but his penis just wasn't there. It felt like he could feel his scrotum, but it was smooth, with no balls inside. And he just couldn't find his penis anywhere. He began to panic. "What's going on??" "Like I said, you're a girl now!" "How is that possible?" "Because only girls have pussies. So Santa turned you into a girl!" "But... WHY?" Joseph got louder. Paula was worried he'd wake the rest of the house up. She took him by the shoulders, "Relax, it'll be ok. It's ok being a girl." "That's easy for you to say, you've grown up that way!" "No I didn't!" "What?" "The same thing happened to me!" "What do you mean?" "I used to be a boy. I used to be Paul." The shock of the words was enough to make Joseph calm down a little. After a few moments he spoke, "So my memories of you as Paul... they're real?" "Yes, they're real." "What happened?" "Well, last year, I asked Santa for a pussy for Christmas. Did Santa tell you that only girls have pussies?" "He said something like that, yes. I said I wanted one anyway." "What I didn't know was 'pussy' is also a word for a girl's vagina. So when I woke up last Christmas, I was a girl. It looks like the same thing has happened to you!" "But... why? Why not just give me a cat?" "Well with me, I've realised, it's what I've always wanted. I'm so much happier and self confident as a girl. Surely you've noticed that." "Yeah, I guess." "And, well, we're very much alike. So if I'm really a girl inside, it doesn't surprise me that you are too." "But... my dick... I like having a dick." "They've overrated, believe me. What do you want it for? To stand to pee?" Joseph nodded. "Peeing's actually easier as a girl. You just sit and do it 'no hands'. No need to point or aim." Joseph again put his hand inside his panties and began to feel his new labia gently, tracing the smooth outline with his finger. "It does feel kind of nice, I guess... but I'm Joseph... everyone thinks I'm a boy!" "Really? Look at your room. It's changed. Let's look at the sign on the door." Joseph opened the door and had a look. Instead of "Joseph's room" there was now a pink sign with flowers, saying "Josie's room". "So I'm Josie now?" "So it seems." "And everyone will remember me as Josie?" "Almost certainly." "But... *I* was able to remember you as Paul. I had a few memories of Paul. I even had memories of us having a peeing contest when we were younger". He gave a resigned smile, "I guess we won't be doing that again." "Well you'd be surprised, you'll probably find you can pee a little distance in the shower - if you don't mind some dribbling on your leg. But despite that, I don't think we'll be having any more peeing contests. But we'll have SO much fun doing other things!" "Like what?" "Well, let's look in your closet." Joseph opened the door, and gave a happy gasp. "Look at all those dresses!" "Let's get you trying some on!" Joseph took his nightie off, and stared at his chest. He hadn't even noticed them before: the beginnings of boobs. "Oh wow!" he said, as he gave them a slight feel. "This is all so... surreal." Paula went to the drawer, took out a bra, and looked at the tag. "It looks like you wear a training bra. Don't worry, they'll grow soon enough." Paula helped Joseph into the training bra, and did the clasp up at the back. Joseph walked to the mirror and looked at his reflection. No, not his reflection... HER reflection. As she looked at the reflection: longer hair, pretty face, cute little bra, smooth legs, and most of all, pink panties covering a smooth female crotch, there was no doubt. She was a girl now. Santa had given her a pussy, and changed her, for good. "I'm a girl... I'm... Josie." "How do you feel about it?" "Not sure, but certainly not bad. Strange. Different." "Well maybe this will help." Paula went to the closet and took a dress off the rack. "Let's try some dresses on!" And so Paula got Josie trying virtually every dress in her closet. Josie quickly moved from being uncertain, to being happy, to being excited. Every dress seemed prettier than the last. With Paula with her, Josie admired how pretty and sweet she looked in each one. Soon the doubts were out of her mind. She was Josie, and having the time of her life trying on dresses with her best friend and closest cousin, Paula. ***** Eventually they were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Josie, Paula, aren't you going to come down and open presents!" Josie realised she'd had such fun trying dresses, she'd forgotten all about Christmas presents. They went down and Josie saw it straight away. A little cat cage with a bow on the top. "Oh, is that for me?" she squealed. She looked inside and sure enough, there was a cute, adorable, black and white kitten. She took it out and cuddled it. "She's a girl, in case you're wondering," said Mum. "Oh thank you Mum and Dad. I wasn't even expecting a pussy for Christmas. But to actually get a pussy... it's just wonderful! A pussy is the best Christmas present!" "It sure is!" smiled Paula to herself. ***** Later that day, after Christmas lunch, they got ready to go to the beach again. Of course Josie found that she had a selection of cute swimsuits. She picked a light blue coloured bikini. She admired her new form in the mirror once again. She didn't have much to fill the bikini top, but that didn't matter. The frills made her top look super cute and girly. But best of all, and of course most girly of all, was the smooth form of her bikini bottoms. As she had that morning, she traced out the shape of her new pussy with her finger. But while before it had been with dread, now it was with wonder, and a little joy. She slowly traced the folds, and the vertical indent in the middle. Such a perfect shape. She loved the look of it. And she loved the feel of it - soft, smooth, and a little sensitive. There was no doubt now. She loved her new pussy. She looked out the window, towards the sky. "Thank you Santa," she whispered. "Thank you for giving me a pussy for Christmas!" She went downstairs and joined the others, as they walked to the beach. ***** At the beach, Josie and Paula saw some unfamiliar sea birds. "What are these birds, Auntie Sue?" asked Paula. "Boobies." "Boobies?" Paula and Josie began to giggle. "Yes, you silly girls, those birds really are called boobies." Paula and Josie walked a few metres away from the others. Josie whispered in Paula's ear. "Well I got a pussy this year, maybe I'll ask Santa for some boobies next year!" "They're wild birds, you can't ask for a pet boobie, you silly girl!" said Paula with mock seriousness. "And anyway, you'll get two of your own soon enough, without Santa's magic. Trust me!" Josie smiled. She knew Paula was right. It had only been a few hours, but she'd knew she'd love having a pussy. Santa was so wise: he had given her a pussy, and it was the best Christmas gift ever. The End. ***** Author's note: a pet is a serious commitment, and the author does not endorse giving a pet for Christmas. This was done in the story as a plot device only. She does, however, endorse magically giving a pussy to any boy who really wants one.

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The Chauffeur 49 Christmas

By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 Chapter 1 As my eyes opened on Christmas morning, I felt as if a weight had been lifted. As usual, Dakota was all snuggled into me and Jill had her back to my back. I woke both my sleeping beauties with little kisses. I started first with Jill. She wore herself out the past couple of days getting Diane ready for the wedding. I gently kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her chest. My fingers gently glided over her beautiful body. It took a few minutes but...

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Blue Christmas

‘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...

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Mary Christmas

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = 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...

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Saving for Christmas

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

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Ill Be Home For Christmas

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...

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Marys Christmas

Introduction: 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...

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Making Room for Christmas

(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...

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Marys Christmas

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...

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A Merry Kyla Christmas

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...

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All I Want For Christmas

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...

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Oh Just Fck Fckin Christmas

I 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...

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Warming Father Christmas

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...

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Merry Christmas

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

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A Family Christmas

Trevor Lloyd was the nicest man I’d ever known. He was kind, compassionate and genuinely cared about other people. So it was no surprise to me or the rest of the neighbourhood that he couldn’t bear to leave his wife of fifteen years when he found out she was having an affair. The rest of us, including his children, all knew what was going on, but no one was willing to break the poor guy’s heart and tell him. Mr Lloyd had a few house staff who he was extremely generous to. He had a housekeeper...

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I Hate Christmas

(If this story ends up in the Romance category, it would be a guy’s concept of romance, so ladies, just bare with me here – I’m doing the best I can.) * I hate Christmas. Is that so wrong? I hate the stupid music, and the greedy children, and the traffic jams that begin on Black Friday and extend through New Years. And Christmas trees? What is that all about? Down here in the desert, if you put up a Christmas tree, five days later it’s a bone-dry skeleton surrounded by a pile of brown...

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The Most Wonderful Follow Up The True Meaning Of Christmas

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All She Wants for Christmas

"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...

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Snow for Christmas

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Deja Vu Christmas

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All I Want for Christmas

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

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Tales from a HustlerAll I Want for Christmas

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

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Sing A Song Of Christmas

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...

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Treasury Men in Action A Counterfeit Christmas

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

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The Meaning of Christmas

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

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Merry Fing Christmas

(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...

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A PANTYHOSE CHRISTMAS

A 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...

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A Rose for Christmas

‘I won’t be bitter for Christmas.’ Paul Curtis had said it again and again through those dreary weeks alone in his one-room flat, with the miserable Northern European winter just outside and his empty broken heart inside. Now, for the most part, he figured he’d succeeded: he wasn’t bitter. Much. Alone, distrustful, and still plagued with memories of the recent hard times, but less bitter than he’d felt in weeks at least. Of course, he mused, he now had plenty of reasons not to be bitter —...

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State of ChaosChapter 18 A Home for Christmas

Kyoto, Japan December 1985 The glass walls of a corner office on the thirty-second floor of the Kymo Electronics Ltd. headquarters provided natural lighting for the spacious ultra-modern office of its CEO. Curved statuettes of chrome and glass met incomprehensible wall hangings that were someone's idea of "modern art". The decorations only added to the sterile feeling of the place. Behind a huge desk of chrome and glass sat an aging oriental man. Only three items were on the desk: a...

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SRU All He Wants for Christmas

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

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Twelve Days of Christmas

Twelve Days of Christmas by BobH (c) 2010 On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me A set of black lingerie. * And it was a big surprise, let me tell you. When she and her twin brother had set off for Europe to visit family in the Balkans for the days leading up to the holidays, Katya had told me at the airport what she had planned. "So that you don't forget me I've arranged for a gift to be delivered to you on each of the eleven days...

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Merry Christmas

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

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Twas The Night Before Christmas

If I were asked what my favorite things in life are, Christmas would be close to the top of the list. I just love Christmas. I love everything about it. The smell of a real pine tree, the music in the stores, the fabulous decorations, and the whole festival mood is so enchanting. I usually start preparing a month before. I’ve been hand-making most of the ornaments and constructing a gingerbread house with my kids. This Christmas is very special because my boys are four and six, and it could be...

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The Miracle of Christmas

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...

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Sarah Carerra 337 A Very Carerra Christmas

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

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A Home for Christmas

Renee Pryor placed the star at the top of the tree just so, then looked down at the smiling face of her daughter. As always, Brianna was beaming back at her mother with her eyes wide, the brown eyes sparkling with life and intelligence. Even though she had just turned 4, Renee was considering starting Brianna in kindergarten in the fall, because the girl was already reading and already knew her numbers. Renee felt that holding her daughter back a full year until she was legally old enough...

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Helping a friend for Christmas

Me and my cubicle partner, Derek, became very close this year. He’s a bit older than me so he tells me a ton of stories throughout the work day which usually winds up slowing my work but I usually get yelled at any way cause this job is really hard. I’m actually surprised they hired me cause I never went to college. Derek told me the only reason they hired him is because he’s 55 and black so they got two birds with one stone he said . And old man and a black man. He said they have quotas.We...

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Three Days Before Christmas

It’s three days before Christmas, and I am shopping for that special something. I’m Lucy, twenty-nine years old, tall, slim and blonde with 34D boobs. I’m a legal secretary and I’m married to Dan. He is two years older than I am, ex-army, he has a rock-hard body and works for the government. Officially he’s a security adviser, which in his case means flying off to far-flung corners of the earth at very short notice, where he “problem solves” and more than that he won’t tell me. I do know he...

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Spirit of Christmas

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The True Spirit Of Christmas

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Seasons Greetings A Carol Christmas

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Heaven In The Mountain At Christmas

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...

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The Double Date That Didnt EndChapter 3 Operation White Christmas

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CadeChapter 13 Merry Christmas

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...

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My Mums Arse for Christmas

I never gave i****t any thought, I mean sure I have had passing thoughts occasionally but I am not some kind of freak. Yes my mom is young, and I guess I always knew she was attractive from the way my friends acted around her. But until I saw her naked, I really never thought about fucking her. After that day I stopped thinking of her as my mom, and in my mind started calling her by her name Susan. If I had never found those old magazines in the attic, things might have been very different, and...

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The Twelve Changes of Christmas

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