'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, We were fucking like rabbits, both pissed on the Grouse. My stockings were strewn on the back of a chair, And my legs were akimbo, both feet in the air. My husband was fucking me hard on the bed, When, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” he finally said. He finished inside with a moan and a grunt, Then he slept before making me cum - what a cunt! I was still feeling ho...

Twas the Night Before Christmas When All Through the House She heard something stirring... “Hey, what was that?” Her hands grabbed at the head bobbing in between her spread legs, fingers running through his hair. The bobbing didn’t stop - he was clearly occupied. She found her attention quickly pulled back to the tongue playing with her clit, and his soft lips pulling her softer ones into his mouth. The kids were already...

I hated being late, but this morning really wasn’t my fault. The arctic freeze currently settling over the city had left an impenetrable layer of ice on my windshield; even if I did have an ice scraper, I wouldn’t have made a dent. Letting the defrost work its magic was my only option. That also gave me time to find my left green elf-boot and my pointy elf hat, which just happened to be in my neighbor’s apartment; let’s j...

You think Christmas is only for children? That's what old Jim Hadfield thought too and as he was to discover, it is simply a matter of never losing sight of what Christmas intrinsically means and what magic exists still, in those remote places holed-up between fantasy and reality, hope and disillusionment. Jim dreamed - just like everyone else. He dreamed of bygone days when he would leap from his bed Christmas mornings,...

Turning in bed, he gasped, “Santa Claus has been.” She looked down, his hand guiding hers. “See?” “So hard. Is it the real thing?” A giggle. “Don’t you recognise it?” “Vaguely. Must be a joint gift.” “What do you mean?” “Feel me.” “God, You’re so wet. How?” “A kindly old man touched me up.” “Who was it?” “Called himself Santa Claus.” “Believe him?” Chuckles, ”Not at all. Knew his way around too well. Now what? ” “You on t...

“FUUUCKK!!!” Both women came together, squirting into the candlelit pentangle to conclude the eight-hour black mass. Sulphuric smoke billowed out, and a huge, red figure appeared in the centre. “Hail Satan!” Tara began. “We–” “Ho! Ho! Ho!” the figure intoned. “What? Give me the summoning spell!” Kimmi passed the crumpled sheet from the altar. “That second bottle of tequila was a mistake. I can't spell for shit when I'm dr...

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house only Santa was stirring as quiet as a mouse. He came down the chimney and looked all around with a twinkle in his eye and his belly big and round. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care and the tree was delightfully trimmed and prepared. He smiled at the gewgaws and little statuettes of elves, reindeer and good ol’ Santa himself. There were ribbons and b...

  On the morning of June 8, 1950, I met the world in a ramshackle farmhouse surrounded by a pear orchard. As I gasped for air, then screamed to announce the importance of my arrival, the Mexican midwife carried me outside and bathed me in cool water from a hand pump.  Properly bathed and blessed in her Mayan dialect, she carried me back to be soothed with the milk of my mother's breasts.  My father selected an auspicious...

Socialite Stella Quest never once made Santa’s nice list; not that she tried too hard.  She found being naughty much more fun. So much fun that after her most recent Christmas Day escapade of debauchery, her daddy carted her onto his private jet with one hastily packed bag and a one way ticket to Germany for two weeks of self reflection and meditation at what she thought would be a luxurious mountain ski retreat.  Which i...

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Welcome to another edition of 'Letters To Santa', the show where yours truly reads letters from viewers like you on the air. Now before we get to this weeks' letters, Santa wants all of you to know that this past year has been one for the ages, and not in a good way. As I'm certain many of you already know, Santa has had a few legal problems I had to deal with. You may recall on last years' Christmas show, I...

Nicholas, or Nick to his friends, was a 21st Century Adonis, only much larger.  Nick stood 6'10", 360 pounds his senior year in high school.  He was a strikingly handsome, highly intelligent and naturally gifted athlete who seemingly had the ability to pack on muscle mass by just walking past the weight room. What hung between Nick's massive, muscular thighs was equally impressive.  His man area looked like the business e...