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The Christmas Spirit will not be ignored...

"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,...

Christmas Carol

“Don’t bother playing nice,” she said. “I’ll be as naughty as you want me to be.”

I loathe Christmas. In fact I loathe any prescribed festivity which obliges one to feign good will towards people one is at best indifferent to at all other times. Christmas is especially vile since the people most likely to go into a huff over the gift you’ve bought them are those who have spent weeks telling you, “It’s the thought that counts.” And you can’t go shopping without being force fed trite sentiment masqueradi...