"Hun, decorate the tree with me?" "Pass." "Why?" "Not feelin' Christmassy." While he fondles the remote, I fondle balls before hanging. Hot cocoa beckons, so I dip a nip, then lift and lick. Mmmm. Peppermint follows; I slurp the stick before it slips inside my Christmas cunty. I spy a twinkle in his eye, then a twitch in his pants.  He's on me like icing on a cookie, withdrawing my candy cane, and giving it a taste. Next,...

"Shhh!" they interrupt. "We just unscrooged our last grumpy geezer and wanna have some fun." "Ummm, okay." "We wanna fuck," giggles past and present ghosts. "And I'm gonna tap that ass, bitch," boasts future ghost, flashing her strap-on. "What?" I gulp. "Yeah, 'future you' goes there." The ghosts toss me onto my back. Present ghost's cookie-scented twat smothers me. Past ghost rides me reverse cowgirl while frenching futu...

Tears cloud my vision as I finger ornaments from years past. This year's glaringly missing. Underneath twinkling lights, I reminisce, my fingers dancing along my aching flesh. I cannot duplicate your touches. Then, a hand covers mine.  I gasp, "Is it really you?" Your kiss answers, replenishing me.  We drip with need. My pussy clutches your cock, nary allowing your pullback. You vary our fuck, edging us, delaying the end....

Snowflakes serenely float as I settle on the window seat. The scene reminds me of his fingers, lingering while drifting down my nakedness. As the night unfolds, the flurries' pace hastens, clumping together, coating the window. My pulse quickens. I envision our entangled bodies, dripping with need, racing toward– Insecurity disrupts my arousal as thoughts spiral around those he's eagerly pleasing throughout tonight. In ti...