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With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution Chapter One

It was snowing outside and the temperature was in the low twenties but the heat was stifling as I moved through the terminal. The flight was late... I was pissed! This fucking weather! Why the fuck did I want to go back East to college!? I dragged my luggage forward about a foot as the line crawled toward the ticket counter. I should have traveled lighter... Then I could have just gone to the gate!

Nancy's e-mail was foremost in my mind. It arrived just yesterday... The second or third she had written since I left for school. Nancy had stayed in Las Vegas after high school. I couldn't stomach that... Had to get out of the house. If it wasn't for the shitty weather... Life would be grand back East!

Nancy's e-mails were always chock full of gossip and this one was no exception... A real who's who of all the most rowdy graduates of our high school in Southern Nevada and let me tell you there were plenty! I was glad I was with a new group and away from all the high jinks in Las Vegas...

... We had to park down near the corner because there were so many cars. Kids were all over, wandering up and down the side walk and loitering on the lawns... Most of them drinking beer... Some smoking pot. I was sure the cops were going to bust the place any minute.

The guy's name was Berry Webber and he transferred here from some place in Texas... For his senior year... What a bummer! He lived with his dad. I'm not really sure where mom is or what dad does? But father and son lived in a very nice neighborhood and Berry never seemed to be short of cash. He was a ladies' man, too... From day one, hooking up with the best looking girls on campus. Rumor had it he slept with just about every girl he went out with. But you know how rumors are in high school!?

"Nancy... This place is going to be busted, sure as shit. I..."

"Shut up, Susan! Just shut up! This guy has had about a dozen of these things this Summer. And you're right. It will be busted but the guy's old man is there and doesn't allow the cops in... Meets them on the porch and gets rid of them. I've got an invite and was nice enough to bring you along... Or you could hang around out here and get busted with the rest of these losers... Your choice?"

I kept up with her as we climbed the driveway and stepped up on to the front porch. Rock and roll music was blaring inside. An old man answered the door... Well, he was my parents age... At least.

"And you young ladies are?" The old guy was casting glances at my bust line. He wasn't overt but takin' peeks just the same. Lots of guys did. I've got very large breasts but them I'm pretty large all over... Not fat just big.

"Nancy Thomas and Susan Nagy... Berry said he'd tell you we were invited." I was embarrassed. Nancy sounded more desperate than confident.

The man stepped back and swung the door wide open. "Welcome, ladies!" After closing the door behind us he held out his hand and said. "Mike Webber... Ladies... And yes, my son did mention you. Glad you could make it. Beer 'n' soft drinks out back. Restroom's down the hall."

He was staring at my breasts. It was kind of a turn on. I'd caught plenty of my parent's friends getting a good look when they thought I wasn't paying attention... A couple of them women, too!

There were about a dozen kids inside with about half as many out back. I was half way through my first beer when the police arrived. Mike wandered about the crowd, telling everyone to pour their beers down the sink and give the bottles to Berry. It was so organized. The door bell rang and Mike went to answer it. It was over in ten minutes and Nancy was right... All the kids out front were either getting busted or racing away in their cars.

The party took off from there. Jesus! There was dope smoking in the kitchen and out back, guys were having chugging contests. I watched for a while but after a couple of guys puked, got bored and wandered back inside.

I ended up in the kitchen with a bunch of kids, smoking pot... With Berry's dad, no less! I mean... My parents admitted to smoking a little dope in college, way back when, but you wouldn't catch them dead smoking pot with a bunch of teenagers today... But here this old guy is taking a huge rip off the pipe as it makes it's way around the crowd.

I couldn't help but watch. He had his arm around some junior's waist and every once and a while would squeeze her ass. I don't think anyone else noticed and I tried not to stare but managed to catch him several times. The old man must be an ass bandit, too!? Just like his son!

On the way home, I brought up the subject of Berry's dad. Nancy shot back almost immediately, "... stupid or something. The kid is pimping for his old man. Rumor has it the old man fucks someone new each month... Parties with them for a while and then starts hunting new meat. Mike Webber likes the young stuff!" Nancy laughed. "Shit! I'd do it with him. Oh! Fuck! Listen to this... Jenny Wilson heard that they've had orgies! Six at a time on this huge bed in the old man's room... Mirrors all around. Jenny said she got it from Amy... I can't remember her last name. She claims she was with them in the hot tub one night after graduation. She didn't do anything but the other two... She wouldn't say who. Well... They split up... One with Berry and the other with dad. Jenny said she had to walk home."

Nancy was laughing. I was stunned. My best friend fucking my father was all I could think of. I huddled against the door and remained silent all the way home.

Chapter Two

It took me an hour to check in and get to the gate. Not that it mattered. I had two hours to wait and even then there was no guarantee. I dreaded spending another night in the cold and snow. Nancy had written, in part, to tell me that it was over sixty in Las Vegas. I could hardly wait... Heat and sunshine!

The rest of her e-mail concerned the "big party" that Berry and his dad were throwing on the first Friday night of Christmas vacation. Nancy said it was going to be the "party of the century... and we're invited!!!" The rest was unbelievable! She was hooking up with Berry's best friend and had spent the night at Berry's house last weekend! Omigod...

... I was sitting in the back and still praying... Thanking the Lord that my flight made it in and better yet... Made it out!

I hardly knew Trent Bower, Berry's best friend, even though we'd been going to school together since middle school. He'd always been popular... We just never hung out together. I wondered how Nancy hooked up with him? She did mention Berry's parties a couple of times in e-mail but hadn't mentioned any of the juicy details... Except for Cynthia Myers blowing lunch in the back yard one Saturday night. I imagine she hooked up with him at one of Berry's parties after I left for college?!

I wondered if my friend had hooked up with Berry's dad? I could almost visualize Nancy sitting on the old guy's lap... Twisting around so Berry's dad couldn't get his face out of her cleavage. Nancy had perfect tits... Perfect size and cleavage to boot. The only thing that held Nancy back was her size. She was near six feet and only real tall guys liked that. Come to think of it, Trent was well over six feet tall. But neither Berry or his dad were even close to that height.

I wonder what "... we're invited!!!" meant. Berry wouldn't waste a minute with me... And dad! Am I dad's date? Am I expected to jump in the sack with a guy my father's age!? That'll be the day! I was flattering myself... My weight was up a little... Like about twenty pounds from where it was this Summer. I was glad it was Winter because I could wear a lot of clothes...

... I spent Thursday afternoon shopping with my mother and Thursday night was "family night." "No! You can't go out!" I was pissed but couldn't get a hold of Nancy anyway. I wondered if she was over at Berry's?

Nancy finally called Friday afternoon. I was wrapping some of the shit I bought the day before. I'd been trying to get a hold of her all day but all I got was the phone message thing. I left one message and felt like a fool calling every hour.

"Sorry I missed you last night, Susan. We were decorating the tree at Berry's. It was so cool. You are coming tonight... Right!? Aren't you? If you want, you can tell your mom that you're spending the night with me! Shit! Trent is picking me up in ten minutes... We could swing by your place and pick you up. I'm sure it'd be okay if you came for dinner?"

Events were moving too quickly for me. I so wanted to go but was not too cool about being their third wheel. I'd slept with several guys in high school although it'd been since early Summer that I'd gotten my rocks off with a guy. At the time I was hoping it would last until I went away to college. It didn't. I never figured out why? Anyway, I was figuring on hooking up with someone?! If these parties were as wild as Nancy said they were... Then I'm sure I could find someone to hook up with!? Wishful thinking!?

Nancy was still going on and on about how cool Mike was. Shit! That was Berry's dad! I wondered if she'd fucked him? Flashes of my dad fucking Nancy sprinted through my mind. My mother was standing in the doorway mouthing, "Who are you talking to?" There was too much going on. I told Nancy I'd call her back in ten minutes and then turned to do battle with my mother.

My father was clueless about all things social and my mother wasn't too far ahead of him. After about five minutes of the best bullshit I could think of... You know..."I've been away at college now and I think I know when I should be home." "Blah... blah... blah..." My mother wasn't sure but quickly agreed that I could spend the night at Nancy's. Out of sight out of mind...

... We hadn't pulled out of the driveway before Trent tells Nancy to light up a joint. I'm cracking up. I've thrown my overnight bag in the back seat and am scrunched up in the front with Nancy, who's half sitting on the center console and half on my lap.

I was in the ozone by the time we pulled into Berry's driveway and almost fell getting out of the car. I felt like a fool. Mike met us at the door and you would have thought I was his long lost buddy... Well, at least my breasts were as the old man couldn't keep his eyes off of them and wasn't shy about it.

I ignored it and that wasn't too hard as my mind couldn't concentrate on any one thing for long... Mike's attention to my tits became just another item in a never ending race of images. There were six of us for dinner and plenty of margaritas both before, during and after. By the time the party started, about nine, I was just about schwacked!

I was hanging out with a group of kids who'd also been away at "college" and felt at ease... In my group.

I didn't run into "Mike" until much later. He was in the front room, talking with another man his age. I could almost swear they were talking about me but like I said, I was pretty fucked up by then. Mike pulled me over and introduced me to his friend.

This guy wasn't shy about scoping out my tits either so I thrust them out a little. He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back. The three of us ended up in the kitchen with about a dozen other kids and soon Mike's friend disappeared. He'd been talking to that junior I first saw Mike with last summer... Both of them just disappeared?!

"... Well... Don't leave me in suspense, Susan. You are going to stay, aren't you? I cook a great breakfast!"

I wasn't paying any attention to him, still gawking about for his "friend." His face was very close to mine when I turned back toward him.

"... What?" He was so close I could smell the hemp on his breath.

"I'd like you to spend the night, Susan." I was like a statue as he kissed my cheek and then wandered off with another young lady. I remained rooted in the kitchen and stayed that way until Nancy shook my shoulder and whispered, "Glad you're staying... It'll be cool!"

I heard a couple of girls, I hardly knew, talking about how he asked the "one with the big tits." The news traveled like a wild fire. Shit! Nobody had ever gossiped about me before! Ever! I don't want the perception to be... Well, that I decided to stay when I heard the gossip but in reality that's probably what happened.

I was not getting along in college as well as I had in high school. People were hard to meet and I had a certifiable asshole for a roommate. A real bitch! In fact... I hung out with just about no one... A loser. In high school I was a charter member of the "IN" crowd... In College, my social life was zero. I was fat as shit. I was a long way from home and hated it. Here I was, standing in the kitchen, with a really hot party going on around me and I was friendless, a loser. My "college" friends already departed and it was only a little after midnight. We had partied much later when we were in high school...

... I sought him out! And finally found Mike in the den, playing some mindless video game. Soon I was playing against him and he was kicking my butt. He was laughing and I was laughing. I was smoking more weed. They always had the best dope! I was hardly aware of my surroundings. Way back in my subconscious, I knew I was going to get naked with this old man and let him do anything he wanted with me. I remember feeling very horny sitting next to him on the couch, our thighs touching.

Chapter Three

It was well after two before the "select crowd" was segregated in the back yard. I vaguely remember someone saying, "Let's hit the hot tub." There was immediate action and I just followed the crowd. I was pulling my sweater up over my head when I realized that I was stripping before three guys... Fuck! The rest were almost down to their underwear. I was drawn to the crotches of the males. The males were glued to my bra encased tits.

Mike was the first one in the hot tub and I was relieved that he kept his jockey shorts on. Nancy told me earlier that, "We hardly ever go naked the first time." Like this happened all the time!? The girls were climbing in and I was left alone on the patio slab.

I felt everyone staring at me but they weren't and no one paid much attention as I climbed in. I felt like a whale! "Here comes the fat girl." A joint was being passed around. I had Berry on my right and Trent on my left. Mike was sandwiched between the two girls on the other side of the tub from me.

I imagined that Nancy and the other girl, Tina... A little blonde with hardly any chest, had been in the hot tub before. I was imagining them all naked and wondered if they'd be naked if I wasn't here? The joint was going around again and then Nancy and Trent got out and started drying off. Berry wasted no time getting the little blonde out of the water and I was left with "dad." I no longer dreaded the moment... In fact, was excited about it.

I was squinting as I dragged on the joint. Mike was getting up out of the water across from me. His jockey shorts were coming down and he was talking. All time stopped! I froze. He just stood there with his dick hanging down. Jesus! It was huge! Like I said, I'd slept with a few guys over the years and yea! I've seen my dad's dick... But this thing made them all look like little boy's penises.

"We won't need these anymore." Mike's fingers were on my bra straps, pulling them down my arms. His hands scooped my breasts out of the cups of my bra. I looked down not quite believing this was happening.

"Hold them, Susan. They're beautiful." Like I robot, I cupped my breasts with my hands, holding them out to him. Each of his hands were working on a breast. He was twisting and pinching my nipples. I continued to stare as if in disbelief. My nipples were swollen and tender. I looked up but never got above his waist. His cock was now pointing at my face, his fingers still manipulating my erect nipples.

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Introduction: This is a romance between two young people thrown together by an unlikely set of circumstances, at Christmas time. If you are looking for a porn story, you will be disappointed. If you are looking for a lot of wild sex, you will be disappointed. But if you are looking for a tale of romance and generosity, a story about growth and selflessness, I hope you will read and enjoy. I would be remiss if I did not thank my muse, the amazing woman who keeps me sane and happy.*"Mr. Summers,...

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Christmas Magic Pt 1

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

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Christmas Is Cancelled

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

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Christmas Curse

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

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Christmas with My MotherinLaw

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

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Christmas Surprise

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

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Christmas Party

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

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Christmas Angel

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

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Christmas SurpriseChapter 2

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

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Christmas CheerChapter 7

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

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Christmas Angel

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

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Christmas Wish

This work is copyrighted material. Anyone wishing to copy, archive, or re-post this story must contact the author for permission. This is a sequel to 'Christmas Star'. Christmas Wish By Paul G Jutras "Today's the day!" Collen James called out to her sister Jennifer. Colleen couldn't believe that just a year ago, she was Jennifer's brother Carl who had been transformed when they had made wishes upon the Christmas tree star for him to be more like her. Both of them now were...

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Vacation

People who do not like stories of this kind are strongly advised not to read them. Vacation By Margaret Jeanette Marshall and Janice Morgan were going on vacation. Marshall put the suitcases in the trunk of their car except for two there was no room for in the trunk. He hung the garment bags in back and was all ready to go. They both had two weeks vacation and they were going to drive all over the western half of the country. "Everything's packed and ready to go. Let's...

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Christmas Present for Sam

"Are you ready, yet?", Samantha hollered from their bedroom."Just a little while longer, Baby!", Rick yelled back. "I'll come get you! You just keep watching that video I bought you!"It was Christmas Eve, and Rick had spent hours upon hours planning this night to give Sam her "special" Christmas present, and here it was, Christmas Eve, and all his efforts were coming to fruition. Rick told Samantha to dress up in one of her sexiest, see-thru negligees and watch the video while he set everything...

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Christmas Comes Early

Keeping things fresh after 10 years of marriage is difficult. It was a fact that our sex life had been on the wane for quite a while before Amy came along, Amy being my husband’s 23 year-old girlfriend. I must admit that I laughed in his face and told him that he must be delusional when he claimed that our beautiful blonde neighbour had propositioned him for sex; the sudden spark we found in the bedroom meant I had played along with his supposed-fantasies and I had been trapped by the truth...

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Christmas fantasy about my wife

We area mature coupe, I am 66 and my wife is 60 works out is in good shape and most people guess her to be in her 40s. I am not well endowed and now at my age seldom get hard. My wife has confessed that she has fantasies about younger hung black men and I have encouraged her to act them out, but as far as I know she has refused to do so. Here is my fantasy about what happens on Christmas. We live in a rural lake community not far from a few large truckstops. I suggest to her there are probably...

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Christmas Market Boy

Maybe it was how free the boy was with the boisterous crowd on Saturday afternoon in the Bamberg, Germany, beerhall, with him touching them and they touching him and patting his bottom as he passed. Despite the close quarters and the hands-on flirting, the boy was managing to swing up to six full beer steins in his hands without losing a drop of lager. The array of steins looked almost as big as he did in his short-legged leather lederhosen despite it being in the middle of December. He looked...

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AF The Accountants Vacation

AF: The Accountant's Vacation By Olivia Evans I was nearly knocked over by the tiny blonde as I walked through the front door. Before I could even say, "Hi Honey, I'm home!" I was given a deep kiss. "Wow, what brought that on?" I asked looking down at Sharon, my beautiful five foot two wife. "Not that I'm complaining, mind?," She gave me another kiss, instantly shutting me up. Sharon smiled sweetly. "Just missed you, that's all." I had really missed my lovely Sharon as...

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Christmas Blessings

I’ve had so many emails asking me to please repost this story. So to all of you who loved it, here you go. Thanks so much for the emails and the wonderful comments. * * * ‘Please God, can my mommy come home and visit for Christmas?’ The words, uttered in the sweetest voice of the curly haired blonde little girl, tore at her father’s heart. Nathan could feel a thickness in the back of his throat and tears mist in his eyes as he stared at his youngest daughter kneeling beside her bed staring...

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Christmas Eve

I guess my problem started during Christmas vaca- tion when I was 18. My parents were on a two week second honeymoon in France, and my Aunt Jill had agreed to take care of our rather large house and of me. Jill, who was 28 at the time, was still recovering from the shock of losing her husband in an automobile accident, so I was skeptical about my chances of having a merry Christmas in the midst of so much gloom. To my great surprise, though, Jill's spirits were high, and the two days before...

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Christmas Gifts pt 1

The first half of his college freshman year was the most sexually frustrating period of Luke Gerard's life. He was tall, handsome with his mother's blue eyes and his dad's dusty blonde hair, and had taken a baseball scholarship at Brown University. All of these factors lined up to get him laid, and he had still been dumb enough to try the long distance think with his high school sweetheart Kelly Gibbons. So he had resisted. He had been faithful. And he hadn't been home three hours before she...

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CHRISTMAS 1988

It was Saturday December s*******nth 1988. Tyler was playing a video game when his mom came down the stairs. Her high heals clicking quickly across the hardwood floor as she was making her quick exit from the house. He paused as I was sure she was going to give him more instructions about dinner and what time she'd be back. She looked at her self in a nearby mirror and gave one more adjustment on her black mini-skirt, and of her breasts before turning towards him, to fill him in on tonight's...

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Mistress PC Vacation

This is a continuation of the original story Mistress PC. I feel this isn't a 'stand alone' story. I would recommend reading the first part to this. There are references that would be out of place without the full story.. Now, on with the show.... Mistress PC - Vacation After the diner, Tina is driving Marci to the mall, unbeknownst to Marci. "I'd thought we'd go to my place and I'd show you Ms. PC.?" "Mistress said that you were to buy swimwear for vacation. The...

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Christmas Angel Part 2

I stood alone in a little bathroom cubicle at the market, leaning against the sink. I was breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down. My efforts were not successful. I could still taste Jack in my mouth and feel the sensation of his lips on my neck. I lifted a hand, ran it through my blonde hair, then rubbed my neck with my palm. I moaned and wriggled. Then I danced in excitement with my feet.Then I steeled myself. I hadn't gone to the bathroom to pee. I needed to steady myself, and I...

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Christmas at the burrow

Muggles that saw it would swear, jokingly, that it was held together by magic. Wizzarding folk, on the other hand, would know that that is exactly what is holding it together. A cold biting wind flows and weaves its way around the outside of the building, as if seeking a way in, drawing a fresh flurry of snow with it, which slowly makes its way down to the ground, adding to the drifts which lay all around, the countryside blanketed in pure, unbroken fields of white. Two figures, deeply...

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Christmas Break

Feedback is appreciated. Oh, how I love the hustle and bustle of Christmas. Nothing is better than ten days off from work, holiday vacations, tasty treats, and… oh yeah – the Christmas shopping. The mall is always packed with beautiful Holiday treats this time of year, making it the perfect time for me to do some shopping. I decided to start in the food court and slowly work my way around to all of the hip fashion stores. There was no need to rush; after all, I didn’t want to bring...

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Christmas tree gnome

I am Charlie the gnome. Not the type you would put on a rockery or in the garden. I am too little for that. I am what you might call, a Christmas tree gnome. It is not my fault I am a gnome. It is my master who makes me pay a penance for accidentally setting fir to his implements of wizardry. He as a true wizard, sure enough. If I had any doubts before I know now for certain. He has the audacity to plant me on the Christmas tree with other gnomes and Christmas tree decorations with the...

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