Sister Noelia was alive. To begin with, there can be no doubt about that. To confront a further suspicion the reader may have of her, based on events in this tale, she was not only alive but very much sane. In fact, she was beloved and respected throughout not just the convent but the town of Santiago de Compostela, where she lived. And no wonder! None of the sisters were as diligent in their duties to God, nor as modest...

“Merry Christmas Eve!” A man with rosy apple cheeks stood on her doorstep, brushing snowflakes from his graying beard and coat. His green eyes twinkled, reflecting his jolly nature. “Would you be Miss Athelia?” “Why yes.” She stood humped over in the doorway, propped up with a cane. “Miss Athelia, I’m Nicholi, and I’ve come to take you for a sleigh ride.” Her weak mouth tried to lift its corners into a smile. “Oh my. A sl...

Was it a dream? Or was it real? Even today, Christmas Eve 2023, Danni remembered that night twenty years ago and wondered. It was something she would never forget, and something she recalled on the same night ever since. Born in 1980, the stacked blonde from South London had at various times been a stripper, porn star, and internet model. Her naturally large breasts, an enormous 32FF cup size, obviously contributed to her...

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...

“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...

One of the many legends surrounding mistletoe is that a girl standing, or, in my case, lying beneath a ball of mistletoe cannot refuse a boy’s kiss. I was lying in a hospital bed with my right leg in traction on Christmas Eve and someone had hung a huge ball of Mistletoe over my bed. All the doctors, male attendants, and any other guy who came into my private room kissed me and some of those kisses were anything but chast...

It happened on Christmas Eve 2008. I had my first sexual encounter with an older woman, my Aunt Louise. That encounter encouraged me to start this journal.Aunt Louise was my mother's little sister and one of the sexiest ladies I had ever seen. At thirty-something, she had a face and body that most teenage girls would have killed for and she loved to flaunt it. No matter what the weather conditions, even on the coldest day...

We met at widow's bereavement class less than six months ago, and today we are to be married. I vowed I'd never marry again after twenty-five years of living with a controlling man. But, he paid the bills and took care of me and the children. Little did I realize how my life would be changed last Christmas Eve when a drunk driver took his life. And on that same day, a drunk driver took my to-be husband's wife of nearly th...