My wife, Clara, has a Christmas problem. She starts playing Christmas music before Halloween and she makes me put up our tree on the first day of November. By the time December rolls around, Clara exudes this weird cheerful demeanor that borders on neurotic. If you think I’m exaggerating, consider the fact that she owns fourteen different Christmas sweaters. Even worse, her entire family is just as obsessed with Santa, re...

Back in the early 1800s, in old London Town, lived a lady called Carol. I say lady in the loosest possible sense. For Carol you see, was a lady of the night. And day actually, she wasn’t really that fussy. She was happy to give her body to any man, or woman for that matter, with a penny to spare. Yes my friends, Carol, for all her good looks and shapely figure, decided to ply her trade in the bargain basement end of the m...

“I have the kids until noon on Christmas day and then Bruce picks them,” arrived a text on my phone from Natasha a week before Christmas. “Jessie has my kids on Christmas day and I pick them on Boxing Day,” was my reply, “Do you want to hang out after Bruce picks the kids up?” Natasha and I had been friends for a few years. Natasha was separated and single. I was also divorced, but engaged to be married. However, my spous...

The girl behind the counter at Victoria’s Secret looked like she could not be more than sixteen, maybe seventeen. yet she filled out the scant Santa’s Helper dress suit with obvious perfection. Christmas red, with fluffy white trim edging the low-cut bodice, sleeves, and the hem of her mini-skirt revealed her young sexuality. Gale almost wanted to take her home as her present to herself. ’Tis the season,' she thought to h...

Shit, this was happening. “Where?” Kate breathed against Ella’s lips. They were never going to make it to a bed. Kate’s hands roaming over Ella’s body in this bathroom stall were making it difficult to hang on to any rational thought. “Yours?” Ella was leaning against the tiles. The cold surface helping her cling onto sanity. Kate’s palm on her breast had other ideas. “Too far.” Those lips on her neck and she was spinning...

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,...

      i Pearly gates opened, celestial music played and St. Peter, dressed in a large, sky blue tunic appeared. White bearded, spectacled, his pace had the dignity that only time, and peace of mind can give. He stared at the young man standing in front of him. After a few seconds he asked ‘What’s your name, son?’ ‘I’m Samuel’ Peter opened an enormous book, scanned through the pages looking worried ‘Samuel, huh?’ ‘Yeah’ Th...

“Merry Christmas, babe,” she said with a husk. “Oh… shit.” The cocoa butter sheen of her skin captivated me and I tugged those broad hips in close for a taste of her delicious lips and tongue. My erection lined up with the bow’s tail and I pushed through the boxer flap to move it aside for access to her clean-shaved mound. “Mine?” I asked. “Yours.” I lifted her leg and rested it on my shoulder as my slippery Christmas gif...

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except this horny guy’s lips noisily kissing its way up my neck! Oh, and that mouse scurrying about, warmed by the fireplace, waiting to get its grubby little hands on the Chinese food leftovers we left on the table. I was sitting on Henry’s torn sofa, drinking cheap champagne from a glass he had hastily washed. He had successfully go...

Christmas is less than two weeks away, and I haven't bought Cindi a present. Each time I ask what she wants, the answer's the same. "I have everything I want or need." "Gurnee," the conductor calls out. "Next stop, Gurneeee." I drop my newspaper on the seat, grab my coat and briefcase from the overhead rack and step off the train. Cindi's black Daytona is sitting in the parking lot covered by a thin layer of snow. I yank...

“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...

Bent over, wiggling and singing, she laid a plate of cookies and warm milk on the table to satisfy tradition. Her smile broadened when a pair of hands grabbed her waist and pulled the naughtily captioned garment aside. “Baby, you couldn’t wait.” Her cavern was breached by a stiffer, thicker pole than usual but she paid no mind. “He really loves these shorts!” Her bottom slammed against the attacking pelvis loudly until th...

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....

"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,...