Robe Stories

Babs Claus, Santa’s latest wife, was horny. It was two weeks before Christmas, and her husband hadn’t touched her for a month. He was too involved with production schedules, product development, and in producing a world’s worth of toys by Christmas. But Babs was young and vital, recently arrived at the North Pole, and she had needs. The ache in her loins was palpable. She peered through the doorway to her husband’s office...

This was the moment that started it all. Here I was sitting on a stool in my kitchen. I was modestly dressed—tennis shoes, black leggings, little pink tank top cropped up high, no bra. This freckle-faced young man named Eric stood between my legs with his hands gently on my waist. I held his face in my hands. I kissed him slowly. Then I opened my lips and waited to see how he’d kiss me back. His tongue came in too fast, t...

We’d gone our own way once we arrived in town. The Marshall and I, although having spent more then some memorable times on evening’s like the one I was sitting out on the porch that night, where the sky is clear and the stars and moon shine brightly, it had me thinking about those days gone by. My mama had stuck her head outside and said “What are you doing out there dear?” I told her just thinking about things. “About wh...