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I heard your huge sigh of relief as you shut the door behind your parents. Our first Christmas get-together and we had pulled it off nicely. Everyone seemed to have a great time getting to know each other, and they had really seemed to get along very well, which had been somewhat of a worry on both of our parts.

I laughed at you as you turned around and fell playfully backwards against the door. My smile faded quickly though, once I caught another horrible glimpse of the mess, that at one time, had been our dining room and kitchen. The kitchen counters and dining room table were full with half eaten food dishes, desserts, half empty glasses of wine, and empty beer bottles. Crumpled up napkins cluttered the floor around the table and red plastic Christmas plates overflowed the garbage can sitting next to the kitchen counter. It was a mess, and that was putting it lightly.

“We’ll clean it up together.” You said, as you noticed the discontented look on my face.

My smile returned, “Ok, deal. We’ll do it just after I take a nap.” I said, lying down on the couch, yawning.

“Nap?” You asked, crawling on the couch beside me, “It’s only 9:00, how can you be tired?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I mean, I guess being woken up at 3:30 this morning by this incredibly sexy man dressed only in a Santa hat has nothing to do with it, huh?” I asked, looking into your beautiful brown eyes.

“What? Are you kidding me right now? I knew someone stole my hat!” You said, with a cunning, yet disgusted look on your face.

I laughed. That’s one of the greatest things about you, your incredible ability to make me smile, no matter how much I don’t want to. I playfully grabbed you by the front of your shirt and pulled you close to my face, my nose touching yours. Looking deep into your eyes again, I could feel the smile stretching across your face as well.

“So, you mean to tell me that was some other sexy, brown eyed Santa that took advantage of me this morning and caused me to loose my precious sleep?” I asked trying to act bothered.

You sighed and playfully rolled your eyes, “You mean you couldn’t tell if it was me or not?” You asked, starting to get up.

I grabbed you and pulled you down on top of me. “Are you kidding me? There’s only one person that can make that wet.” I whispered seductively into your ear, as I slid my lips gently across your cheek to your soft lips.

“Oh Yeah?” you asked, pulling back just enough to look at me, then kissing me again, deeper.

“Oh Yeah.” I said, looking into your eyes, kissing you yet again.

I felt your hands slide up the sides of my shirt as you continued to kiss me harder, and deeper. Our tongues gently danced together inside our mouths, as our hands slowly explored each others bodies. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as you slid your tongue down my chin, to my neck. I moaned softly and arched my body gently up against yours. I felt you getting hard, and I realized there was no turning back. The fact that we were alone again after such a busy day, was all the more reason to want you.

Just as I felt your left hand slide up to my breast, the doorbell rang. I could tell for a second you were contemplating whether you should get up to get it or just let it ring, but the more the bell rang the more apparent it was that they weren’t going away. You kissed me one more time, and then got up to get the door. I could hear the voice of your father, and I realized he had forgotten his coat on the back of one of the dining room chairs.

“I’m sorry.” You mouthed, as you let him in.

I shrugged and stood up. There was something in the bedroom that I wanted to get anyway. Now was just the perfect time. As your father grabbed his coat, I could hear him as he thanked you again for the great gifts, and wonderful dinner. I smiled, as I closed the door behind me, and hoped that he’d keep you occupied for at least a few minutes.

I walked over to the closet and pushed the door open. I had hid a red bag behind one of the boxes on the top shelf of our closet, and I reached in to pull it down. I smiled as I shut the door back and walked into the bathroom, and I knew that what I had in the bag was going to really surprise you.

Just as I closed the door, I heard you walk into the bedroom.

“Baby, I’m gonna run downstairs with Dad real fast, I’ll be right back. Be waiting for me.” You yelled from the door.

I smiled, perfect.

I dumped the bag out onto the sink and began to take off my clothes. My bra was already unfastened, and my jeans were already undone, you had done the hard part for me. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it into the laundry basket. My jeans, socks, bra, and panties soon followed. As I stood there naked, I couldn’t help but glance at myself in the mirror.

One day at the mall, I had stopped in at one of the lingerie stores, and when I saw that they had Christmas lingerie I had to get something special. I had fallen in love with a sheer red holiday baby doll set, lined with satin and marabou feathers, and came complete with a pair of matching thong panties. I slid the spaghetti straps of the top over my arms and onto my shoulders, and fastened the little clip between my breasts. My hard nipples rubbed the fabric, sending waves of excitement through my body. I knew when I slid my sexy red thong on, that I was already wet and ready for you. I looked at myself in the mirror and knew something was missing, your hat.

I opened the bedroom door and peeked out to see if you had made it back inside yet. Everything was quiet, so I pushed the door to, and grabbed your hat off the nightstand where you had left it. Sliding it on my head, I lit the five red candles that I had bought too and placed them around the room, then flipped off the light and climbed on the bed, to wait for you.

I heard the door a few minutes later, and I knew you were back, and by yourself. I heard you in the kitchen, and I started to wonder if you had changed your mind about making love to me, and decided to clean up the mess in the kitchen. The disappointment was clear on my face, but as I opened the door to look for you, I saw you coming around the corner of the dining room.

I hopped back on the bed just as you pushed the door open. The look on your face when you saw me was priceless, and I couldn’t help but laugh. You stopped for a second just looking at me, and then a huge smile spread across your face and I knew that you approved. I wanted you so bad right then, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before we would be making love.

“Wow.” You said, as you looked at me.

“You like?” I asked, slyly.

“I love it.” You said, as you sat everything down on the nightstand.

“What is all that stuff?”

“Well, there’s some wine, and some strawberries and some Hershey syrup.” You said, a devilish grin on your face, as you climbed up on the bed next to me.

“Mmm sounds like my kind of bedtime snack.” I said, sliding my hand up to your cheek, as I kissed you.

Your hand slid over mine, and I felt you kiss me harder. You slid your hand around to the back of my neck and pulled me even deeper into your kiss, and the harder you kissed me the wetter I became. I moaned softly into you as you continued to kiss me. Your other hand caressed my shoulder and arm as my hands slid effortlessly up and down your chest. I sat you up and slid my hands up under your shirt, leaning down to kiss your soft skin. Every new inch of exposed skin was greeted with soft kisses, and when I was finally to your neck, I pulled your shirt over your head and kissed on up to your lips again.

You moaned softly, and kissed me back as your hands wandered over my breasts. I could feel my body tremble slightly under your touch, and I was so ready for you to touch me, that I almost couldn’t sta
nd it anymore. Sliding myself closer to you, I slid my hand over yours, as you caressed my breast. My nipples hardened even more at your touch, and I couldn’t help but moan softly.

I leaned in to kiss you, playfully teasing your lips with the tip of my tongue. I gently sucked your bottom lip into my mouth, and then slid my tongue between them to play with yours. You pulled away and looked at me with a hungry look in your eyes, and I knew just what you wanted. Watching you, I slowly unsnapped the hook that held my top on, and let my breasts fall free to you. You leaned down almost instantly, and took one of my already hard nipples into your mouth. I leaned my head back, and closed my eyes, as your other hand caressed my right breast, your mouth still eagerly devouring the left.

I slid my hand into your hair, pushing you softly into my breast, as my breathing started to become more ragged. You stopped, and turned to grab the bottle of wine. You looked at me, as you drank straight from the bottle, then you offered it to me. I took a drink and sat it back on the table. I grabbed the chocolate syrup and a strawberry, and slowly covered it with the chocolate. I gave you a sexy look as I bit into the strawberry, and licked the chocolate off my lips.

“Bite?” I asked, as I continued to chew the strawberry in my mouth.

“Yes.” You said, kissing me deeply.

I could taste the sweet wine on your lips, and that combined with the chocolate and strawberry drove me crazy. I slowly ran my tongue around your lips, making sure to get all of the wine that was left behind. You grabbed another strawberry, and held it over one of my breasts as you covered the berry and me with chocolate. You fed me the strawberry as you nibbled on my breast. I shivered as you licked around my nipple, cleaning up the drops of chocolate syrup that had dripped from the strawberry. You took the bottle and dribbled more over my other breast as your tongue eagerly followed.

You sat back and looked at me. I watched you as you moved your hand up to slide the strap off my left shoulder. Starting at the top near my neck, you followed the strap down my arms, with tiny kisses, all the way to my hand, and then stopped to suck playfully on my fingers. As you continued to do the same with my other arm, I closed my eyes, and let myself go. The sensations your touches sent through my body were amazing. Every time I moved, I could feel the wetness between my legs growing more and more. I knew my panties were soaked. You dropped my top to the floor beside the bed, and laid me back in front of you. You smiled as you drizzled chocolate syrup over my breasts, and down to my belly. You leaned over and began to lick the chocolate from my skin, inch by inch, until it was completely clean. You ran your tongue along the top of my thigh, spread my legs apart, and climbed between them. I moaned loudly as I felt your tongue run over my clit through my soaked panties.

“Mmm baby, you’re ready for me aren’t you?” You asked softly, looking me in the eye.

I just shook my head yes, and closed my eyes again. I felt your fingers grip the straps of the thong on my hips and I lifted them up so you could pull them down. As you slid them off, I could see the satisfaction in your eyes, and I knew you were just dying to taste me. Sliding down closer to you, I took your hand and slid it down to touch me. I wanted you to feel how hot and wet you made me. I wanted you to know how much I wanted you.

I almost screamed as your tongue slid between my lips and deep inside me. The feelings were so intense it was hard to control myself. I pushed myself closer to your face, wanting your deeper inside me. You’re eagerness to taste all of me, was pushing me closer and closer to the edge, with each thrust of your tongue. Your fingers steadily teased my clit, as your tongue slid in and out of me, faster and harder.

My hips moved faster with each of your thrusts, and I screamed as I began to cum. I felt myself shake uncontrollably as you continued you lick me. There wasn’t one part of my body that didn’t feel the intensity from my orgasm, and that even surprised me. You looked up and smiled at me as you ran your tongue up my thigh, to my belly, up to my breasts, and stopped at my lips. I could taste me on you as you kissed me passionately.

I looked into your eyes, and I hoped that you knew how much I loved you right then. How much you had made my life complete by just being you, and loving me the way you did. I kissed you again, pulling you close to me. I could feel how hard you were as you rubbed gently against my thigh, causing even more wetness between my legs. I started to kiss your neck, biting gently as I felt your hand cup my left breast.

I heard you moan softly as I rolled you over onto your back, and climbed on top of you. Your eyes met mine as my lips softly kissed yours, my tongue slid across between them, and looked for yours once more. I moved back to your neck, my lips grazed your soft, warm skin. I teased your ear with the tip of my tongue as I made my way towards the back of your neck. You shivered under me, and I smiled.

From your neck, I moved slowly to your shoulder, then to your collar bone. The tip of my tongue trailed softly along your skin, tracing a line to your left nipple. Your moans became louder as my tongue twisted and twirled around it, and your body began to tremble as I sucked it into my mouth. You hand slowly skimmed my back, as you slid it up into my hair, and I sucked harder at your nipple.

I moved over to the other for a short bit, and then slowly traced a straight line to your hip with the tip of my tongue. I looked up at you with a sexy grin, as slid my tongue over you for the first time. You arched your body up to me as my lips slid easily over you, and my tongue danced playfully along your hard cock. With my tongue pressed firmly on the head of you, I gently slid you in and out of my mouth, as you moaned more and more.

I knew it wouldn’t be long before you exploded inside my mouth, and I wanted you inside me. Slowly, I kissed up the front of you, making my way back to your lips. You kissed me like never before, with such intensity that it was a pleasant surprise. I smiled at you, and kissed you back, my body flat against yours. I could feel you start to thrust your hips against mine, and I knew you wanted to be inside me as much as I wanted you there. I positioned myself above you, guiding you inside me with my hand. My body tightened around you as you slid inside, and I couldn’t help but moan your name.

You sat up and pulled my legs around you. I started to thrust against you harder and harder, causing you to slide deeper inside me. My wetness drenched you, as you continued to slide in and out of me with ease. I closed my eyes and pulled you to me, burying my face in your shoulder as we made love.

“I love you.” You whispered, almost causing me to explode then and there.

If you only knew what that does to me. To hear you whisper that in my ear.

The muscles inside me tightened and loosened as they caressed you deep inside me. Our moans and heavy breathing echoed throughout the bedroom, and hearing you only made things better. You moaned softly in my ear as I continued to ride you, harder, and faster. I met your thrusts perfectly every time, keeping our bodies perfectly in sync.

It took only a few minutes, and I could sense that you were about to explode. I rode you as hard as I could, feeling my own release building quickly inside me. You grabbed onto my ass, almost pulling me down harder onto you. I moaned louder and louder, holding onto you, as I felt you start to cum deep inside me. It was incredible, and I couldn’t help but cum with you. I felt your hot, sticky cum shoot deep within me, as my body shook again, uncontrollably.

I slowed down my thrusts, pulling you as close to me as I possibly could. You buried your head in my chest, and I could feel your warm breath
against my chest as you struggled to breath normally. I ran my fingers through your hair as I struggled for my own breath, lifting your lips to mine, only for a short minute to kiss you.

I laid you back on the bed, and climbed off you. I propped myself up on one arm, and stared into your beautiful eyes, smiling. You smiled too, and rolled over to face me. I couldn’t believe how incredible you were, and I knew we had many more wonderful Christmases to share together.

“Hey, where’d ya get this hat?” You asked, as you picked it up and put it on your head.

“Oh, I don’t know. I stole it from this sexy Santa that visited me earlier this morning.” I said, smiling at you.

“Merry Christmas Baby, I love you.” You said, kissing me once again.

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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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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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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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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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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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Spirit of Christmas

‘Good morning, Mrs. Stewart. It’s good to see you out. How’re doin’ today?’ ‘Oh, you know, Mr. Baxter. Each day just sort of nudges the one before it. It just all sort of goes on—a bit too long, if you ask me.’ Clem Baxter watched Louise Stewart from 12A move arthritically down the walk between the two old, red-brick apartment houses facing each other. Clem had been the super for these buildings for nearly twenty years, and he knew most of the tenants by their apartment numbers, but he’d...

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The True Spirit Of Christmas

The True spirit Of Christmas (or the awakening of Katie) By Paul1954 Prologue Clare Warrington was sitting on the sofa in the large living room, holding a cup that contained the last dregs of the coffee she had just finished, and staring at the Christmas tree that stood proud in the corner. She had always loved this time of year as she and her husband, Thomas, brought up their young family. She couldn't really narrow it down to any one thing - it had been everything and...

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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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Seasons Greetings A Carol Christmas

Based on the characters and situations presented in "Seasons of Change" by Joel Lawrence, Copyright 1989. This story is archived in its entirety at Fictionmania (go to search by authors and select Joel Lawrence). This story takes place approximately one year to a year and a half after the conclusion of "Tales of the Season: Darla's Story" in the branch of the "Seasons of Change" Universe that I started with "A Losing Season", also archived at Fictionmania. Of course, this is a play...

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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

SHANE "Say my name," she cooed, teasingly lowering her fingers to spread apart the slick, wet lips of her cunt. No man could resist an invitation like that. With my painfully erect cock leading the way, I crawled across the bed, mounted her naked body, and slid myself effortlessly inside. Her exquisitely hot gash gripped me like a vice. My hands fell to her full, shuddering breasts, and I held on for dear life as I fucked her—harder and harder—no longer in control of my own actions,...

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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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Snow for Christmas

‘Ok, that’s it for today. Remember guys…’ ‘We know Mrs. G! You’ve told us a hundred thousand times’ called one of the exasperated students. ‘More like a million’ murmured another under his breath. ‘Have fun! Be safe! And take care of your library books!’ chorused the class in a loud, sing-song voice. ‘All right you wise guys, I get it. But I don’t want to see any books with candy canes stuck to them when you come back,’ she chuckled. ‘Now get lost. Shoo. Back to class with you. Have a Happy...

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The Twelve Changes of Christmas

The Twelve Changes of Christmas By Roy Del Frink By the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Legs that were smooth and sexy. By the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Two perfect breasts, And legs that were smooth and sexy. By the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: An hourglass shape, Two perfect breasts, And legs that were smooth and sexy. By the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Cute, dainty arms, An...

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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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Jacobs Christmas

Jacob Walters stood before the sink and looked at the face that was staring back at him in the mirror. It was a haggard face. A face that had weathered a lifetime of disappointments. A face that showed defeat in every wrinkle, and desperation in the eyes. How did I come to this? Jacob thought. Jacob hung his head and looked into the sink. He turned on the water and watched it swirl around the basin and then disappear down the drain. He imagined his life swirling away down the drain as well....

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A Merry Christmas

I hadn’t lived on the Oregon Coast a full year, so I had not yet tried to cross the mountain pass during Christmas. My family (nuclear and extended) all live in Portland, about two hours away from my new home in Seaside. It was for this reason that it had simply never occurred to me that I might not be able to go home for Christmas. I went home for everything: birthdays, holidays, shopping, lunch with my folks when I felt like it. Of course I’d spend the holidays with my family. And I had...

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An Unexpected Christmas

In the department store where I had recently been employed, for my sins I was placed in charge of the kiddies division. Ironically, I really did not like kids!Being twenty-three years old and the youngest member of staff in a managerial position, however, I had to take the rough with the smooth. To add to my misery it was December, Christmas time, so the task of employing an in-house Santa Claus was given to me. The third applicant I interviewed was a man named Albie. For some or other reason I...

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Cleaner Christmas

Cleaner Christmas************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan November 2013 (Edited December 2013)The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.*************************************************It was a damp, cold late November, a Friday evening as our three-card...

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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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A pussy for Christmas

Paul asks for a pussy for Christmas, without realising that "pussy" has a double meaning. Just a short Christmas gift for Fictionmania readers. ***** "What's the best looking pet?" asked Joe. "I dunno," said his friends. "A pussy!" he said. His friends all laughed. Paul wasn't quite sure why the joke was funny, but he laughed along to avoid feeling left out. Paul was 12 years old. He was very bright, but also very naive. He had started school at a young age, so most of his...

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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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I wish me a merry Christmas

The snow, falling slowly in little flocks, the day, the streets, it's all a perfect Christmas evening; except it's still the 23rd and, when I opened the door to my apartment, it was empty: not a single ornament to remind me of the large Christmas trees of my childhood; not a single present wrapped in colorful paper and big laces. It might as well be the 24th, as it will be the same, only with much worse TV programs. Maybe I could rent something; a comedy, or porn. I wonder if I'd find porn...

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Lad and Me at Christmas

voices singing, "Let's be jolly, pack my ass with border collie..." We live "out here on the edge of the prairie," as the guy on the radio used to say, and when the wind comes rushing down the plain this time of year, there is no sweetly waving wheat; it just feels anywhere from bitterly to lethally cold. You can argue whether or not it's the most wonderful time of the year, I suppose, but opinions aside, late December on the northern plains is cold. Taking your pants off in a...

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Remembering Christmas

In the morning I awoke to noises coming from the living room. There beside me is nothing but my wife’s nightgown. It is Christmas morning and our 3 year old daughter is anxious to tear into her presents. As I stumble from the bedroom, I give my wife a nice passionate morning kiss as she prepares to start breakfast. It is a shame she is already dressed because I like nothing better than to run my hands over that fabulous figure as we cook together. I see the flash of her wedding ring that she...

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Last Christmas

Driving home for Christmas was always exciting. I had left home eight years ago, first to attend College and then to work. I majored in Finance and had a job that I loved for a large international investment company. This Christmas was especially exciting because my girlfriend of almost two years, whom I loved dearly, would be there and I planned to propose to her at Christmas dinner. My mind drifted as I drove. I remembered the first time I saw Catherine as a woman. We had gone to school...

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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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Julies Christmas

It had been over a month since our Halloween party at mom’s house. It was now much colder out, with snow that had fallen everywhere. Over the last little while, I had taught Klintuck about some of our human traditions as he did not know everything, but he did know some. As such, I spent some of the time explaining Christmas and other holidays based on different religions. I started to feel very close to Klintuck, more than a friend but not quite like a husband. I felt that we were kind of like...

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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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