Lisa wasn't a big fan of Christmas. Her surname, Toe, meant the seasonal Miss L. Toe jokes had plagued her for years. She had toyed with the idea of using her middle name instead, but Camilla Toe hadn't seemed like much of an improvement. Talking about the cross she had to bear wasn't something Lisa usually did, but it was Christmas Eve, and she felt a little conversation might lift her spirits. "I think I'll just stay in...

She stands between two well-dressed men. One is her husband, moist breath at her ear as his fingers pinch one of her nipples through her evening dress. He whispers, “Are you a slut?” She nods nervously. “A dirty little slut?” She swallows, nods. “Say it.” “I’m a dirty little slut.” Her voice is tremulous, fragile, a tiny bird. “Louder.” His voice insistent. “I’m a dirty little slut.” A new power informs her voice, as it b...

Susan had just entered her first year of college. She had received a scholarship for the cheerleading squad as she was the captain of her high school team that placed at state. She was five feet two inches, with brunette hair and large brown eyes. Susan was recruited because she was a “flyer.” While in the air, she could do a split while touching her toes with her hands. There was no other girl entering college who could...

Santa couldn't make his mind up, Naughty or Nice? The bearded cockster was in the midst of the kind of dilemma he always had in the run-up to the big day. The first Christmas Day knobbing was something Santa always looked forward to. He always celebrated the midnight tea break fuck with a loud shout of "Christmas is cumming!" after he had fired his shot of Santa sauce onto or into the lucky recipient. Slippery Sally and T...

'Twas the night before Christmas, and Angela dressed to please before leaving the flat. She took one last look at the picture on the sideboard, smiles of joy beamed back at her. She picked it up, turned it around and replaced it. Her dear John letter rested against the frame, destined to be read whenever her husband came home from work. Her lips curled up at the side, and then she was gone. She walked with determination i...

My wife is lying on our marital bed, I am on my stomach between her legs licking her pussy. Trapped under me, my cock is leaking profusely. Her head is on her lover’s shoulder, his arm around her toying with her right nipple. Her hand is stroking over his abdomen and thighs, occasionally bumping into the tip of his erect cock, causing it to jump; occasionally holding it. Now and then her hand caresses my head to encourage...

Since her high school days in the 1980s, Martha enjoyed Christmas shopping at the Mall of Minnesota. She loved the costumes, the lights, the music, but one mall tradition never appealed to her – up-skirt peeping. She never knew any men who got up-skirted. She considered up-skirting the men playing bagpipes near the mall entrance, but it was impossible with everyone watching. Martha rented a locker to store her snow boots...

The nametag told them the waitress’s name was Faith, and to the side of the nametag her nipple was moving like a thing alive, with a mind all its own. It stood erect an inch away from the hem of the very green halter top of her elf costume. They watched Faith give their order to the bartender. The woman reached out and touched her husband high on the leg, inches away from his languorous cock. The waitress was his type: pe...

Tom stared at the clock ticking above the stove, counting down the minutes until Becky got home from work. Christmas was in full swing outside, with lights twinkling through the windows and the faint smell of pine wafting in from the tree in the living room. The kitchen was a mess of half-wrapped presents and ingredients scattered across the counter for tonight's dinner. His mother-in-law, Monica, had arrived earlier that...

It was the night before Christmas, and the kids were finally in bed. Beth and I decided it was time to put the presents under the tree. I went into the bedroom and grabbed an armful of gifts we had kept hidden for weeks. The gifts were piled so high in my arms that I couldn’t see over them, and, as a result, I banged my toe on the dining room table. “Fuck!” I exclaimed as pain shot through my toe and the presents tumbled...

Meagan slipped into her formal black dress for the firm’s annual Christmas Party. The gown was floor length, below the spikes of her ankle-strap stilettos. She smoothed down the gown, grabbed her clutch, and hurried downstairs to the waiting taxi, impatiently honking its horn. She was dropped off at the main entrance of the downtown hotel that the firm had rented for the party. No expense had been spared for the enjoyment...