It was Christmas Eve, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring—except for one horny young woman. Anna was lying in bed, thinking about what she wanted for Christmas, and what she wanted was a man. A real, flesh-and-blood man, not some battery-operated toy. She wanted someone who could make her feel alive and desirable, make her feel pleasure beyond anything she'd ever experienced before.
Given with no strings attached, the gift of pleasure is what every woman wants for Christmas—a pleasure that one man, in particular, could bring her. Anna had all sorts of dirty wishes and fantasies, and she knew just the man to make them come true: Santa Claus! She had been fantasizing about Santa all year long—not the jolly old man from the fairytales, but the one with a big, muscular body and piercing blue eyes. She wanted him to slide down her chimney and make all her Christmas wishes come true. Not only that, she knew just how she wanted him to make her feel: deliciously naughty! Her desire was to be devoured by Santa, to be consumed by him with an uncontrollable passion. She wanted him to take no prisoners with her body and take everything she had, leaving her raw and aching for more.
Now that Christmas was finally here, Anna couldn't resist the temptation to try to seduce him. She started by leaving out a plate of cookies and a glass of milk on the fireplace, along with a note that said, "For Santa—I've been naughty this year."
Then she slipped into something more comfortable — a black lace teddy—and climbed under the covers to wait.
Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. Could it be? Could it be Santa Claus? Anna jumped out of bed and went to the door, and sure enough, there he was! At the threshold of her doorway stood a tall, hulking man with a noticeable pouch in his pants. His appearance brought with it a certain aura of adventure and danger—the tight red pants, a black leather belt, boots that sparkled like stars in the night sky, a white shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tuft of black chest hair—all that captivated her attention. His face was wrinkled but handsome, with bright blue eyes and a wide smile. The white beard and mustache gave him a sage look, but a mischievous glint in his eyes made Anna think he had a playful side. He wore a necklace made of jingle bells, which jingled merrily when he moved. When he saw that Anna was alone, his eyes lit up with a smoldering, sensual fire.
Anna felt her cheeks heat up as she imagined what he might do if she were to invite him inside. The man she desired stood mere feet in front of her, but still a world away. She could hear him breathe and feel his eyes on her. Her heart began to pound and a familiar hunger spread from her belly throughout her being. The moment she saw him, Anna knew she was in trouble. There was something about the way he looked at her that made her pussy wet.
Anna tried to tell herself that he was just a harmless Santa. Even though he didn't have a sack of gifts with him, his bulge tented the front of his suit, and she knew he had brought her a special gift. As the cold air hardened Anna's perky nipples, which were visible through the thin, lacy material, Santa's gaze fell to her breasts and his bulge had grown. Anna couldn't help but stare at it, knowing the size of his package was about to take her breath away.
"Oh, my goodness!" she exclaimed. "It is you, Santa Claus! What are you doing here?"
"I've heard you've been a naughty girl this year," Santa said. His voice was deep and husky, sending shivers down her spine.
Anna knew she had been very naughty this year. She had been caught stealing, lied to her parents, and skipped her classes. But she didn't care—she liked being bad, and she knew that Santa liked bad girls. And Anna couldn't wait to show him just how naughty she could be.