Twas A Few Nights Before Christmas
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‘Twas the night before New Years, The lights were turned dim, Every person was stirring, Especially Kim. Her stockings were black And clung to her thigh. She sat on her bed And let out a sigh. Her thoughts were all filled With what was to cum. She knew it’d be her And for sure more than one. She picked out her panties Matching bra trimmed in lace. Turning to the mirror With a smile on her face. She liked what she saw Indeed it was HOT! She could not resist But to reach for her spot. The hairs...
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore. "Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring..." except for me and I was getting more and more pissed as I went from room to room looking for what should have been there. There should have been a wife and three children in the house, but they weren't. I had been away from home working on a project that was in trouble. We had a hard target deadline and a contract that called for sanctions if the job wasn't...
Jessica strolled into her super-market ready to do some food shopping for meals for the super bowl party she was throwing this weekend. The supermarket’s Deli had a TV playing the news. All everyone could talk about these days was The Perv. Women all over the country magically changing into over-sexualized bimbofied versions of themselves in the blink of an eye. The news report was showing closed circuit TV footage from the set of the new Super Mutant Heroes movie. Quick Shot was everyone’s...
Mind ControlThe dance floor was electric. Bass bumping, synthesizers blaring. The DJ was bouncing up and down on stage blasting electronic dance music into the giant rave dance floor full of neon lights. People partied, drank, did all sorts of drugs. This was a free for all, the place was packed. It was easy to blend in with all the glow stick jewelry, black light enhanced glow body paint, and barely dressed ravers. Moana Madina was on center stage with her belly-dancing strippers. Ever since her viral...
Mind ControlJessica strolled into her super-market ready to do some food shopping for meals for the super bowl party she was throwing this weekend. The supermarket’s Deli had a TV playing the news. All everyone could talk about these days was The Perv. Women all over the country magically changing into over-sexualized bimbofied versions of themselves in the blink of an eye. The news report was showing closed circuit TV footage from the set of the new Super Mutant Heroes movie. Quick Shot was everyone’s...
Mind ControlVeronica loved the gym. After a long day as an ER nurse it was her sweet release after a tough day. She loved the brain chemical high she got from running on the treadmill. Veronica looked up at the news reports on the Gym’s TV. As usual it was always about the mysterious man “The Perv”. A man that apparently possessed the powers to change and alter women. Morphing their bodies into bimbofied versions of themselves, installing a fake personality to run their new body, and locking away the...
Mind ControlAnd all through the house, not a creature was stirring... especially not that bloody mouse. I'd got the little bugger just that morning with the frying pan. No longer would I have to endure his little squeaks of triumph as he barrelled across the floor, up onto the table and made off with a leg of lamb or a couple of kilos of cheese. He was now mouse pancake. My retarded Sulphur Crested Cockatoo, Hanns Schmidt had looked on as the mouse had zigged when he should have zagged. The bird rocked...
My name is Julie...Yesterday was Sunday so of course that meant it was a morning of worship for me at my church. After a morning of Bible study, singing in the choir and listening to our pastor give a fire-and-brimstone sermon about whether we want to serve God or the devil in hell, I returned to my peaceful home out in the country.During the school year I rent out an apartment in Fayetteville. But during the summer I live at my parent's house, which is about a mile up a dirt road and several...
I’ve been a wanker such a long time, it’s difficult to remember all my experiences. But the 1st Time Round always sticks in your mind, like the 1st Time I saw girls bare in magazines, the 1st Time I saw a girl pose for real, the 1st Time I spontaneously spunked in my underpants. These are some of my 1st Time Round experiences, to the best of my memory. Go-go girlsJust thinking about skimpy-dressed girls dancing go-go sends shivers down my spine. I first saw this on Ready Steady Go! A pop...
A few times when I was younger, I sometimes managed to find myself in dangerous situations – where I was going to be at least seriously embarrassed, or even exposed as a solo-sex pervert mac-wanker. Although I loved the thought of girls knowing my guilty secret, that didn’t include being in a situation where I was expected to be like normal men, to be able to perform. Obviously, I’m not saying I was ever ‘propositioned’ – that’s too ridiculous to imagine – but here are a few examples of when...
Hello guys! I am Anand back with the next story of the series about a pervy perv. Thank you for the amazing response to the previous story. I strive to give you content while indulging in my fantasies. As I always say, please contact me to share your fantasies. Keep sending your comments, wishes, love, and suggestions. I am always open to a chat in Hangout. My email ID – [email protected]. Recap: Dr. Liya Robin had invited Dr. Melanie (her sub and gynecologist) to speak in a sex education...
LesbianAnd that's usually all a 'perv' gets. Most of the time I was seeing what I needed to see only in my magazines, and already had a huge collection by the time I left school. I was in awe of the girls who posed in them, not just because they were lovely and brought me ecstasy all the time, but because if it wasn't for girls who like to pose, I'd never have got to see girls show. Of course I wanted to see girls show for real, but that rarely happened, at school or anywhere else. I did get flashes...
And that's usually all a 'perv' gets. Most of the time I was seeing what I needed to see only in my magazines, and already had a huge collection by the time I left school. I was in awe of the girls who posed in them, not just because they were lovely and brought me ecstasy all the time, but because if it wasn't for girls who like to pose, I'd never have got to see girls show. Of course I wanted to see girls show for real, but that rarely happened, at school or anywhere else. I did get flashes...
My name's Alyssa.My friend Aubrey called me up and asked me to cat-sit one weekend for her, while she went to see her mother in Miami. Aubrey lived in Atlanta and I had sit for her a few times before. I was happy to help her out because that's what friends do. Plus I love hanging out in Atlanta, I have several friends in the area. She has been trying to get me to officially move there for years. When I arrived at her apartment she had left a note telling me where everything was and to make...
VoyeurEverywhere you look nowadays, people are showing their genitals, usually in graphic detail. Not something I like to see I’m afraid (but then I’m not ‘normal’, am I?)Who remembers the 60s? Those were my teenage years – no mobile phones, no Internet, and even in dirty magazines full nudity was not permitted. The mags I bought most of were Spick & Span and Beautiful Britons, which were mostly fully-dressed, raised-skirt and knicker-show, some cleavage and bikinis, rarely topless, and no more....
Does a beautiful girl enjoy being worshipped by a perv? (who She called “your typical dirty old man in a rainmac).Albeit She is a professional model, who’s modelled nude, modelled for groups of men at camera clubs, and does private nude sets of Herself for individual fans, nude videos too. I always found it difficult to believe that it must have been Her intention to make me spunk my pants during Worship Sessions, i.e. by choosing to pose in outfits from photo-sets that She knew had made me...
I’d never have dreamed it when I was younger, but I’ve managed to personally worship 4 Goddesses – and on two occasions my Goddess was accompanied by another Goddess. First of all, you need to know what a Goddess is, or rather who She is. Without that you’re never going to manage it. Second, read my ‘Perv’s Guide to Girl-Worship’ – failing to follow those steps is likely to mean your worship will be cut short. How do you find a Goddess? That depends I guess on exactly what it is you’re looking...
I heard about the party – it sounded more like an orgy. It wasn’t that long ago that I knew nothing about sex, being a life-long solo-sex voyeur pervert wanker. But the Internet changed all that. It also told me about this latest swingers party, and all the girls who’d be heading there in skimpy outfits and probably undress and let the men do stuff (yeah I know it’s not like that nowadays – the girls are just as up for it too). Now of course I don’t want to see them actually doing stuff – that...
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the townher pleasure could be heard as her panties came down."Oh Santa, dear Santa, don't spank me, I pray!I'll be ever so good, starting right from today!"But Santa just chuckled, "I've heard that beforefrom many a bad girl with bottom so soreAs she wriggles and squirms 'neath his hand's hearty sting.But a promise like that - why, it means not a thing.What matters, dear One, as you'll very soon seeis that you should be spanked across Santa's...
With apologies to Clement Clarke. 'Twas the Night Before... By Ellie Dauber and Anne-Mal 'Twas the night before Xmas, and all through the house Not a computer was stirring, not even a mouse. My stockings unhooked from my garters with care In hope that a Saint soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, As transgender visions danced through their heads. While my wife in my jammies and I in her gown Had got into bed and had laid our heads down. When...
I HAD DECIDED TO TAKE A LONELY RIDE ON MY BLUE HARLEY ON AFTERNOON ALMOST TOWARDS DUSK IT WAS A HOT EVENING AND THE AIR RUSHING THROUGH MY LONG BLACK HAIR HAD ME MESMERIZED AND MY MIND TOTALLY BLANK OF ANYTHING OR ANYONE UNTIL I CAME UPON A TALL DARK HAIRED MAN WITH A FEATHER IN HIS HAIR. HE WAS STANDING ALONG SIDE THE ROAD WITH HIS THUMB IN THE AIR HOPING FOR A RIDE A TRUCKER MAYBE BUT I STOPPED ANYWAYS WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN AND HE WAS GOOD ON THE EYES TO SAY THE LEAST AND IT HAD...
I can see a girl in a photo studio – she looks familiar. Who’s that with her? Eh?! Some old git in a rainmac?! Jeez it’s a hot day in June! What’s a dirty old man in a mac doing with a glamour model?! She’s got her own site, seen a few of her piccies, wouldn’t mind an hour or so between the sheets with her – dream on!Now she’s gone to change – wish I knew what’s going on here, looks odd to me. What would a gorgeous babe like that want to do with some old perv in his dirty mac?! Jeez look at her...
I couldn’t believe my luck when I started at Smithsons. Up the stairs from the stores where I worked were offices full of girls. Now I don’t go and make an announcement when I start a new job – “hullo everyone, I’m a compulsive masturbator, pervert girl-worshipper. I only wank on girls, I’ve got a massive collection of dirty books and I spend my time out and about in my rain-mac or hanging out my window or anywhere where I can see lovely girls and get my perv sex pleasure”.I wouldn’t last very...
Golden-locks and the three bear pervs Author's note: I was working on a story to post and it went to the dark side big time. I was describing (Mentally) a Master converting a feminized slave into nothing more than an automated fluffer and bidet, and just got depressed when my mind took the recently feminized slaved and converting him(her) into that. My mom always had a rule, when the story goes that bad, shoot it like a rabid dog, and work on something else. As if it were laying...
The Magic Of Christmas By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers "Oh so you are awake?" said his mother poking her head in his room. "Morning honey. I hear the tv on." "Yeah, I didn't sleep so well," said Brayden rubbing his eyes. "Too excited about Christmas," said his mother coming in. "Well that and what I told you last night," sighed Brayden. "I still feel horrible." "Well not that I want to be negative on Christmas but you should honey," said his mother folding her arms....
Are you looking forward to a merry Christmas this year? Of course, you are! But how is that supposed to happen when you have to deal with family over the holidays? Fuck, you can’t even say ‘the holidays’ without some dipshit falling over and having a heart attack because you used the phrase ‘the holidays’ instead of Christmas.Do you know what stands between you and a peaceful, fantastic Christmas? Well, people! People ruin everything. So instead of dealing with people over Christmas, the...
Big Tits Porn SitesI know what you’re thinking. It’s Christmas time, so that means lots of snow with carols and an unlimited supply of hot chocolate. But in reality, with mother nature never being able to make up her mind. It’s a semi chilly boring night, filled with the usual run of the mill people, scurrying about spending all their money. On the plus side, I have the night off, and I’m able to spend it with my beautiful baby girl as she lounges around in a loose tank that her mouth-watering breast keeps...
BDSMBy 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...
A Slave for Christmas A Slave for ChristmasSynopsis?I could scarcely believe the other girls in the office hated me that much, but there I was on a stage, naked, manacled and gagged waiting to be auctioned as a house slave for the Christmas to New Year period. And I?d had no say in the matter.? A Slave for Christmasby obohobo WarningsPlease take note!The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. MF NC. Spanking If you are underage or offended by...
‘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...
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...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = 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...
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...
My name’s Alyssa. My friend Aubrey called me up and asked me to cat-sit one weekend for her, while she went to see her mother in Miami. Aubrey lived in Atlanta and I had sit for her a few times before. I was happy to help her out because that’s what friends do. Plus I love hanging out in Atlanta, I have several friends in the area. She has been trying to get me to officially move there for years. When I arrived at her apartment she had left a note telling me where everything was and to make...
This stomach virus was kicking my ass. I was bed ridden for two days and it wasn’t letting up. My wife was taking care of me but I hated for her to miss work. I was tired of the house. The only enjoyable thing besides tv was the hot piece of ass next door. At least once a week I’d rub one out to Emily fromNext door. She could be fully clothed and still get a stiffy. The thought of her made me get up and look out the window. There she was tanning in her backyard by the pool. I instantly stuck my...
It's been a while since I posted about my perv history. The first one is just a regular post. This time I may submit it as a story though, if it's long enough.I saved one of the more taboo experiences for it's own accounting. Remembering things like these help me understand how I became such a man whore. I realize how different my sex life was compared to other people. But I also run into a lot of people who also have a more than sordid history. It's good to know you're not alone.As for the...
I slept late the next morning so I missed the Tiff and Jane Shows. Martha must have slept late also because I was able to watch her go through her morning shower. I just wish she would lose the damn towel so I could watch her tits jiggle while she brushed her teeth and hair. After breakfast I put on my swimming trunks and spent the morning swimming and sunbathing. I enjoyed replaying the memories of the previous nights skinny dip and sex party between my mother and Aunt Mary. Mom and Tiff...
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...
This is a sequel to my previous two Christmas stories, "A pussy for Christmas" and "Another pussy for Christmas". You don't have to have read them first, but it helps. Just click on "Paula Girl" and you will find a list of my stories, including those two. ***** As she had the previous year, 14 year old Paula looked in the mirror and smiled, as she looked forward to Christmas. Paula was growing into a very beautiful young woman. Over the past year, she had graduated from an A cup...
Winter had finally arrived and the snow was falling generously outside. It looked so serene as the white fluffy specks fell graciously to the ground as I looked out my kitchen window. The fresh coffee brewing sent the aroma through the air of the kitchen and brought my senses more to life as I waited for the dark liquid to finish dripping so I could pour some in my awaiting mug on the counter. I knew it would warm me up. It had too. Looking out the window made me feel the coldness surround...
Straight SexI think I was five or six when the magic of Christmas began to be destroyed for me. Before that, it was all sitting on Santa’s lap, parades, Christmas village at the mall. Small, penny candy canes were for the asking and there was always a tree. Never the greatest tree but we generally didn’t have a Charlie Brown tree either, so yeah, it was a Merry Christmas at the Thompson house. Ah, sorry … apartment. We lived in an ancient apartment building in midtown. To a kid growing up it was a...
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 day dawned bright for Katie Shaw. Her clock radio had awakened her to the sound of Christmas carols and news of snow falling since 2:00 that morning. There must be at least three inches on the ground. The prospect of the roads being covered didn't dampen Katie's spirits as she turned on the shower while she brushed her teeth.Stepping from the shower Katie took down the oversized towel and rubbed it briskly over her skin. She could feel the electric tingle she created as she rocked the...
"You just don't have any sense of adventure anymore," complained Debbie. "Like all those muggers and murderers you deal with everyday?" I wanted to know. "It has nothing to do with my job," she replied. "And for your information it is usually burglars that I'm involved in catching, not murderers. The problem is with you. Ever since you finished acting school, all you do is sit around here and mope. I don't mind about the fact that you can't contribute much to the rent, but I just don't get any...
Straight SexTrevor Lloyd was the nicest man I’d ever known. He was kind, compassionate and genuinely cared about other people. So it was no surprise to me or the rest of the neighbourhood that he couldn’t bear to leave his wife of fifteen years when he found out she was having an affair. The rest of us, including his children, all knew what was going on, but no one was willing to break the poor guy’s heart and tell him. Mr Lloyd had a few house staff who he was extremely generous to. He had a housekeeper...
Under the pale light of stars, minister Steve Bogan drove stealthily to a nearby motel. It was daybreak on Christmas Eve, and Steve’s only time to get away from his wife, who staying at his brother’s house for the morning taking care of his two small children. Although Steve and June had been married six years, the spice had gone out of their relationship and things had become very humdrum. The first few years of their union had been blissful, with many trips to the Enchanted Place for frantic...
(If this story ends up in the Romance category, it would be a guy’s concept of romance, so ladies, just bare with me here – I’m doing the best I can.) * I hate Christmas. Is that so wrong? I hate the stupid music, and the greedy children, and the traffic jams that begin on Black Friday and extend through New Years. And Christmas trees? What is that all about? Down here in the desert, if you put up a Christmas tree, five days later it’s a bone-dry skeleton surrounded by a pile of brown...
The Most Wonderful Follow-Up: The True Meaning Of Christmas By Katharine Sexkitten I left the security guard clothes in the public washroom. They smelled. In fact they reeked. No doubt about it. Up until earlier this morning, I would have thought the odor was unusual, and not altogether attractive. Now I thought they smelled like heaven. They were completely covered in my own cum, more or less dried. I remember vividly making the mess. It was more cum than I'd ever...
‘That’s what I saw on the TV news just now. So maybe you’d better . . .’ ‘It’s Christmas Eve, Stella,’ Nadine answered, the stubbornness in her voice almost palpable. ‘Those guys were really cute, and I’ve never skied Winter Park before. Gotta do something to get out of here.’ ‘Yeah, well, if the snow really hits up there at Berthoud Pass, there wouldn’t be any skiing, they wouldn’t find you ’til spring,’ Stella said. She was fiddling with the crooked plastic Christmas tree in the corner of...
SING A SONG OF CHRISTMAS A Play For You to Act by an Unknown Writer from 1972 CHARACTERS: SANTA CLAUS JACK FROST NICK, a young boy SNOWMAN DAVID, a Boy Scout BAD BADDER Three Mischievous Imps WORST GOOD BETTER Three Good Fairies BEST PROLOGUE: (In front of the curtain. It is Christmas Eve and excitement is in the air). (JACK FROST dances onto the stage) JACK FROST: Jack Frost's my name - a Winter Sprite In whom the boys and girls delight. And...
TREASURY MEN IN ACTION: A COUNTERFEIT CHRISTMAS © 2020 by Anthony Durrant and Unknown At a small toy shop on Ffith and Main Streets, the front door was closed, and Minna and Murray Jefferson were moving toys from the basement up to the main store to prepare for the big Christmas rush, starting December First. "Move that large crate of dolls over this way, darling!" Minna shouted, and Murray moved a large brown crate containig some dolls that the shop's former owner had bought...
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...
‘Tell me again, Raul. Tell me about your tree.’ I sighed, smoothed out the wrinkles of the blanket covering Hosea’s legs, and started the story again. Hosea’s eyes twinkled and his smile told me that his interest in the story was blocking out the pain. That in itself would have been enough for me to repeat the story, but the story still excited me too, so I didn’t mind saying it all again. ‘Can you see it over there in the corner, Hosea?’ I asked. ‘Can you see it standing tall, all the way to...
(This, dear reader, is Jack, a man become bitter, cynical, broken by disappointment, hurts, and disillusionment, about to be disposed of by life. A man in need of repair. Can a toy workshop on a street of repair shops repair even broken hearts, broken dreams, broken people?) * Jack sat in his pickup truck in the factory parking lot staring vacantly out the windshield, not really seeing anything. He alternated between replaying the events in his mind and wondering numbly what to do next. The...
During our almost eleven year relationship, neither Barb nor I were very traditional regardless of whether you’re thinking of food choices or our sexual proclivities. One year, as December arrived, we started to discuss where we wanted to go for dinner on Christmas Eve since we preferred to eat out rather than cook for ourselves. After some back and forth between us, the decision was made to go to one of my favorite Thai restaurants on Irving Park Road which was about an eight-block walk from...
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