The following is a sexy short story I wrote as my personal gift, of sorts, to those in the mood for a sexier kind of holiday. I hope you enjoy it and I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas.
“Ungh! Who the hell left the alarm clock on?” groaned a restless Aaron Wales.
The former theater actor turned sales manager rolled over and pounded his fist on the blaring clock radio. Much to his annoyance, it read 6:00 a.m. That was usually the time he had to get up just to be at work on time. Christmas morning was one of the few times when he could sleep in. Now, with his ears still ringing, he sighed as he laid back in bed.
“Merry Christmas, indeed,” he muttered.
Neither his tone nor his mood was very festive. That wasn’t entirely because he’d been jarred from a peaceful sleep, either. Christmas had been extra stressful for the past couple years. It was stressful enough, getting together with family and finishing all his shopping in time. Both he and his wife, Violet, came from big families that loved to go all out when it came to celebrating the holidays. It was usually so joyous, but for Aaron, there wasn’t much to celebrate.
Not long ago, his dream of acting professionally took a big hit when the theater company he worked for went bankrupt. It happened unexpectedly. While he later found out his boss had been mismanaging the budget for years, Aaron had worked hard for that company. For a time, it laid out a path for him to achieve his dream.
That dream now felt like a distant memory. He’d married Violet just before the company went bankrupt, promising her that he would bring raw spectacle to their lives and many others. She believed him. Being a graphic designer, she was one of the few who appreciated his love of the arts. Having to take a job in a sales department, just to keep paying the bills, felt like he’d broken that promise.
“I miss feeling excited about the holidays,” Aaron said to himself. “I miss feeling excited about any day.”
Resigned to his lack of holiday spirit, he turned over to see that the other half of his bed was empty. That didn’t surprise him. Violet was an early riser and was probably planning out their trip to his parents’ house later that morning. Content to let her work, he rolled over in hopes of going back to sleep.
Then, his phone started buzzing. He’d received another text. With another groan, Aaron reached over to response.
“What now?” he muttered.
Upon opening his phone, he was surprised to see a text from his wife. The fact they shared the same undersized apartment made that strange. What was even stranger, though, was the content of the text.
“Wake up, you wannabe Scrooge,” he read. “Santa came last night. He left something special under the tree.”
A string of colorful emojis followed, which confirmed it came from Violet. She ended every text with excessive emojis. It was her way of letting him know she appreciated his taste for the theatrics. It also let him know when she was being serious.
“Something special, eh?” Aaron said. “Well, I’m definitely not getting back to sleep now.”
Curiosity quickly overrode grogginess as he slipped out of bed and put on his bath robe. He then replied to the text, letting Violet know he was on his way. She responded with more emojis, as if to encourage him to hurry.
Heeding her request, Aaron exited the master bedroom and made his way down the hall. He suddenly felt like a kid again, making his way downstairs on Christmas morning to open presents. He already noticed that the lights from the Christmas tree in the living room were turned on. He could even hear a fire crackling in the fireplace, which was very unusual at such an early hour.
“What are you up to, Violet?” he wondered.
Seeking both answers and a good excuse for being up so early, he entered the living room not knowing what to expect. What he saw would’ve roused even the most bitter of Christmas spirits, among other things.
“Good morning, darling,” greeted a loving, sexy voice. “I hope you like your present!”
Aaron just stood in stunned silence for a moment. What he saw before him might not count as a classic Christmas miracle, but it probably should have.
Lying just in front of the Christmas tree they’d only finished decorating a week ago was the same beautiful woman he’d married, but presented in a spectacle that any theater enthusiast could appreciate. That simple nighty she’d worn to bed the other night was long gone. In fact, all her clothing was gone. She was as naked as the day she was born, except for an oversized red bow over her breasts and connected streamers that covered other parts of her female anatomy.
In addition to the bow was a large tag that read “To: Aaron. From: Santa.” It, along with the lighting from the tree and the steady glow of the fire in the fireplace, gave the impression that St. Nick himself had dropped off an angel to revitalize his Christmas spirit. If the sudden change of blood-flow in his lower body were any indication, it was working.
“Wow,” Aaron said with a beaming grin. “I don’t remember putting this on my Christmas list.”
“You didn’t have to,” Violet said curtly. “Santa knows what the boys and girls of the world wants, especially if they’ve been extra good.”
“And I’ve somehow been that good?”
“You have,” she said, “more so than you think.”
Like a true angel of the season, she rose up from the floor. The big red bow stayed on her body, covering her breasts. However, the fancy red streams did nothing to hide the rest of her nude features. Her legs, hips, and pussy were all clearly visible as she approached and took him in her loving arms.
“I’ve seen it too,” Violet told him. “These past few years – ever since the theater company went under – you’ve wanted more than just a cushy position as a sales manager.”
“Guess that’s one part of the list you don’t need to check twice,” Aaron said.
“I remember how your spirit sunk that day,” she went on. “I don’t think it has fully recovered. You still want a life in theater, but your path to it seems blocked. Even though it’s disheartening, you still find a way to be so good…to treat your family, your friends, and me with such love.”
“I’ve never been one to take my frustrations out on others. I’ve always tried to save that for the stage.”
“And in the spirit of Christmas, I just can’t let someone that good go without a special present.”
She embraced him closer, parts of her naked body making contact with his. Aaron stood enchanted under her touch as she lovingly caressed his unshaven face, not minding his bed hair or demeanor. He found himself returning her gesture, slipping his arms around her waist and feeling under the bow to touch her naked skin. Suddenly, Aaron wished he’d worn loser boxer shorts.
“Your holiday spirit never ceases to amaze me, Violet,” he told her. “This is a hell of a way to cheer a guy up on Christmas morning.”
“What makes you think that’s all I’m doing?” Violet asked with a sneaky undertone.
“Well, your lack of panties – and any other clothing, for that matter – does send that message.”
“That’s still only part of it. Take a look under the tag. You’ll see what I mean!”
Now intrigued, as well as horny, he did as she asked and turned over the extra-large tag hanging from the bow. Taped to the back was something almost as astonishing as seeing his naked wife under their Christmas tree wearing nothing but a bow.
“Holy…babe, is this what I think it is?” Aaron exclaimed, his excitement rivaling that of any child.
“That depends. Do you think it’s a business card of the West Broadway Theater Company? One that happens to have a note from the managing partner on the back?”
“A note that asks when can I start and who to call,” he said, his head spinning. “How did you…I mean, I thought they weren’t hiring!”
“They weren’t,” Violet told them, “until I cashed in almost every favor I could at my company. I offered the company some extensive pro-bono work from my team, provided they give you another chance to prove yourself. They agreed two days ago.”
“And you’ve been keeping this news from me ever since?”
“Only because I wanted to make it something special,” she said in a more serious tone, “a holiday spectacle the likes of which you didn’t think you could have anymore. Well, guess what? That changes today!”
The intensity in her voice was almost as big a turn-on as her being naked. Aaron still needed a moment to process it, holding the card up with his shaking hands to make sure it was real. Near as he could tell, it was as real as the falling snow outside. It was really happening. He officially had another chance to achieve his dream.
From the looks of it, his wife had gone out of her way to make it happen. That work she mentioned meant she was in for a lot of late nights for no added pay. If that beaming smile on her face was any indication, though, it was a price she’d gladly paid.
“Violet…I’m at a total loss here,” Aaron said, still in disbelief. “This is, quite possibly, the greatest Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.”
“Even better than the time your brother got you Hamilton tickets?” she questioned.
“Yes! This is definitely better than that,” he said without hesitation. “I honestly thought my dream was over. I did everything I thought I could possibly do. I was almost resigned to the idea that it was impossible.”
“Except, it wasn’t,” she pointed out. “You just needed some help getting another chance.”
“No. Not just help,” Aaron said, “a Christmas miracle!”
The card still in hand, his dream once again within his reach, he gave his wife the biggest kiss he’d given since their wedding day. His heart and spirit were energized in ways that he hoped to channel into his next theater performance. For the time being, though, he focused all of it onto the beautiful woman in his arms.
Their kiss was so passionate that it ended up loosening the bow covering her breasts. It also loosened his bathrobe, which already felt burdensome under the heat of their intimate contact. With the fire raging in the fireplace nearby, the whole room felt hot and wearing any clothing at that point felt untenable.
“Mmm…miraculous, indeed,” Violet said, already breathless.
“That’s just the first part. Now, I have to give you your gift!” Aaron said in his most seductive tone.
“You mean the new headphones I asked for? You already gave me those,” she said playfully.
“You know what I mean,” he quipped with a smirk. “Beside, I get the sense you didn’t dress up like a present without wanting to be unwrapped.”
“You sensed right, dear husband.”
Her seductive tone now matching his, they kissed again with greater purpose. As their lips and tongues meshed, Aaron undid the sash to his robe and let it fall to the floor, leaving him in just a pair of white boxers. He then took his wife in to his powerful arms and laid her down on the carpet just in front of the Christmas tree.
She laughed joyously as she showed off his strength and spirit, which he hadn’t shown much of in recent years. That must have really turned her on because she began undoing the bow covering her naked body. What she started, though, Aaron made sure to finish. Like a kid tearing into the biggest present under the tree, he ripped it off to render Violet completely naked.
“Now there’s a sight worthy of holiday magic,” Aaron said with a festive grin.
“Then, what are you waiting for?” Violet teased. “Get those boxers off and join your greatest gift under the tree!”
He didn’t need any further tempting. With a perfect blend of urgency and eagerness, he slipped out of his boxers, rendering him as naked as his lover. He was already partially aroused, an unavoidable byproduct of seeing his beautiful wife under the Christmas tree so early in the morning. As he hovered over her and took in the sight of the woman who’d just helped revitalize his dream, the arousal escalated in accord with his passion.
“Come, my loving husband,” she said to him. “Let’s create our own holiday special!”
Needing no further miracles to give his wife the gift he desired, Aaron went to work expressing the breadth of his love for her in the most physical manner possible. Being a lover of theater, he knew better than most how to turn passions into actions.
He began with a round of heated kissing, complete with plenty of tongue. He supplemented that with his wife’s favorite brand of foreplay, which involved him kneading her breasts with both hands, giving her nipples a pinch while she raked her fingers over the sinews of his back. That intense, physical touching created a heat that even the holiday cold couldn’t hope to quell. The added light of the Christmas tree helped create an even greater ambience.
“Mmm…I’m definitely in the spirit, now!” Violet purred as he kissed down her neck.
“Just you wait,” Aaron whispered into her ear, “the show’s just getting started!”
Further tapping into his theatrical talents, he proceeded to the next act of their holiday special. All the kissing and touching had rendered his love aroused and eager for his manly flesh. He could tell by the way her legs parted, the heat from her inner thighs radiating with desire. His manhood already fully erect, he prepared their flesh for a very festive union.
Shifting his hands from her breasts to her hips, Aaron positioned himself between her legs. Violet showed plenty of spirit as she eagerly hooked her legs around his waist, welcoming into her grasp. Their eyes never diverted as he guided his member towards her wet entrance. With a single, determined thrust, he entered her. In that moment, the line between their love and a Christmas miracle disappeared.
“Ohhh Aaron!” she gasped. “That feels so…festive!”
“Festive indeed,” he grinned.
They kissed again. Holiday miracles gave way to more basic instincts as their bodies began moving in the traditional dance of lovers. Aaron was more focused than usual, really digging his knees and feet into the floor as he made love to his wife, working their bodies in a rhythm worthy of the holiday spirit. Deep moans, hard gasps, and blissful proclamations of love followed, welcoming Christmas morning with the utmost joy.
Upon establishing that extra-special rhythm, their naked bodies moved and rocked together in a procession of intimate positions. They rolled around together on their living room floor, laughing and smiling as they embraced each other with amorous passion. One moment, Aaron was on top, pumping away into her intimate depths. The next, she was on top, riding his cock like the true holiday angel she was in his mind.
Beyond the inherent bliss that came with making love to his beautiful wife, Aaron saw in her a woman who had gone the extra mile. Violet was not just someone who married him for who he was. She married him for who he was striving to be. That kind of love set her apart from any woman he’d ever known. Like any good theatrical performance, the vision had to take priority over the various acts. For a love like theirs, it made for a beautiful performance.
“Violet! Ooh Violet…my Christmas angel,” he moaned in between his heated movements. “I…I’m really close.”
“Me…me too,” she panted. “Come on! One more miracle! Let’s…let’s come together!”
Whether by theatrics or holiday magic, their bodies seemed perfectly entwined for their ultimate peak. As they made their final push, they ended up in front of the fireplace, both in an upright position. Violet had her legs arched around his waist while he had a firm hold on her butt. From that position, she could ride his cock and he could supplement her every movement with his arms. It was the perfect setup for the grand finale.
Together, they guided each other to the brink or orgasm and beyond. When they reached the top of that proverbial peak, he embraced her closely and she embraced him back. Then, in one final miracle, they each shared in the ultimate holiday treat.
“Ohhh Aaron!”
“Oohhh Violet!”
Just as their voices supplemented one another, their bodies trembled under the weight of unfiltered ecstasy. His manhood tensed while her womanhood throbbed, their fluids mixing together in a pool of intimate bliss. Ripples of sensations morphed into waves as a euphoric heat surrounded them, compounding the heat of the fire with that of their naked bodies.
In that moment, under the light of their Christmas tree and the fire in their fireplace, the greatest present he could’ve asked for manifested before his eyes. His wife hadn’t just demonstrated how much she loved him and how far they’d come. She showed, through the spirit of the holidays, that dreams didn’t have to disappear. Through his wife’s love and a little holiday theatrics, miracles were possible.
“Merry Christmas, my darling husband,” she said lovingly.
“Merry Christmas, my beautiful wife,” Aaron replied, matching her love every step of the way. “Thank you for giving me the greatest Christmas present I’ve ever had.”
“You’re welcome,” she replied, “and if you think this is special, just wait until you see what I have planned for New Years!”
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I’d like to do something different today and not just because it’s Christmas Eve. First off, I hope everyone reading this has some festive plans for today and tomorrow. To everyone out there who has been following my work and this website, I sincerely thank you and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas holiday. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.
What constitutes a successful Christmas holiday means many things for many people. For some, it means getting together with family, opening presents, and sharing a quiet holiday dinner full of love, cheer, and ugly Christmas sweaters. For some, there are more elaborate traditions, from going to the movies to attending a big party that winds up with some feeling less merry the next day. For some, it’s just another day off work.
Whatever way you or your family celebrate, we all have a different vision for what makes for a perfect Christmas. More often than not, this vision changes considerably as we get older. As kids, a perfect Christmas usually means getting all the toys we asked for. As adults, it’s more about the experience than the gifts. The key is maximizing both.
My idea of a perfect Christmas certainly has changed. When I was in high school, just having a week off made it perfect. When I was in college, being able to spend a few nights in my old room without hearing my roommate snore like a broken chainsaw was good enough. These days, I’ve dared to envision a more ambitious Christmas.
Talk to any of my relatives and they’ll attest to that ambition. I tend to go overboard with the gift-giving. I often buy more than one gift for someone and I go out of my way to make it extra special. I’ve been known to drop a lot more money than most on Christmas presents. It’s almost a running joke among my family. They’ll say I’m thrifty for 11 months out of the year, just so I can splurge on the last.
I take pride in my ability to invest in making Christmas special for those I love and cherish. I’m not married yet, but if I ever do find that special someone, I’ll make it a point to invest even more. Every year, however, I often find myself wondering how great it could be if I had more money and more resources at my disposal.
With that in mind, I’d like to present my vision for the perfect Christmas celebration for me, my family, and those I care about. In this vision, I have an unlimited bank account. Perhaps one of my novels became a best seller or I won the lottery. Whatever the case, money is no object and I can create as festive a spectacle as I please. Given such resources, this is how my perfect Christmas would play out.
On November 1st, I send everyone close to me a request for a list of their most desired presents. Each item can cost no more than $1,000 and must be something that can be wrapped. I tell them they must provide me this list by Thanksgiving or December 1st, at the latest.
With this information, I proceed to buy every gift on this list and even a few extras from me, just to mix things up. Then, I have every one of these gifts professionally gift-wrapped and stored until Christmas Eve.
Then, a week before Christmas Eve, I reserve an entire floor of a fancy hotel. Each room has a fully-lit Christmas tree and whatever comforts my friends and family desire. Along with those rooms, I rent a penthouse suite and have it decorated to the greatest extent possible, complete with lights along every well and a Christmas tree no shorter than nine feet in height.
In addition to the decorations, the penthouse would have a large fireplace and big-screen TVs with everything necessary to watch whatever sports or Christmas specials are on. Everything would be set up with the intent of everyone arriving early on Christmas Eve.
By then, all the presents I had bought and wrapped earlier would be delivered and put under the tree. As soon as friends and family start arriving, I have a team of professional cooks prepare a special lunch buffet. Then, we spend the afternoon together, catching up and enjoying whatever festivities we desire. We cap it all off with a traditional Christmas feast that includes turkey, ham, and cake.
Then, at nine o’clock we all gather around the tree, pick one present, and open it together. After sharing in that moment and enjoying a few late deserts, we all retire to our bedrooms and go to sleep.
The next morning, we sleep in and gather around the tree again to open up the rest of our presents. When all is said and done, we gather around a big dining room table for a Christmas breakfast. From there, we spend the rest of the day enjoying our new presents, watching Christmas specials, and playing games.
It all ends with one last holiday feast, consisting of pasta and meatballs, just like my grandmother used to make. After enjoying this meal, we gather around the tree one last time for desert and just enjoy each other’s company for the rest of the night.
That may seem needlessly elaborate for some, even if they had unlimited money to work with. For me, the key is creating an extra-special experience to share with the people I love. Whether that includes the cost of renting an entire hotel floor or just a few extra bucks on Christmas presents, I believe that investing in that experience helps make the holidays more special.
I may never get rich enough to make this happen. By this time next year, my idea of the perfect Christmas might change considerably, depending on where life takes me. For now, though, this is my little holiday fantasy and I’m happy to share it with those who have helped make this website as successful as it is.
If you have your own idea of a perfect Christmas, please share it in the comments. Once again, I wish everyone reading this a safe and happy holidays.
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The following is a sexy short story I wrote to help get everyone excited for the holidays in the sexiest way possible. Enjoy!
“Are you ready for your favorite holiday tradition, my love?” asked the sexiest, most loving voice in the world?
“I’m ready, Erin,” replied an excited Benjamin Alanzo. “I’m so goddamn ready!”
“I can see that,” she laughed. “You’re more excited than usual.”
“What can I say? I’m full of Christmas spirit!”
Ben laughed along with his beautiful wife, Erin. He couldn’t help but be a little giddy. It was Christmas Eve. It was snowing outside. Tomorrow morning, they were going to spend the day with his parents where they would open presents, drink eggnog, and celebrate the holiday. However, that was only his second favorite tradition. His most favorite was just about to unfold.
“Um…can we take the blindfold off now?” said another female voice that sounded more humored than excited.
“Sure! I think we’ve kept him waiting long enough,” said Erin playfully. “Would you like to do the honors?”
“Is that also part of the tradition?”
“It is, actually. Go ahead! Share it with us.”
The other woman sounded both curious and intrigued. That was to be expected. He and Erin understood that their idea of a “holiday tradition” varied considerably compared to most married couples. Whereas some visited grandparents or baked gingerbread cookies, he and Erin opted for something a little kinkier.
Even by holiday standards, it was more elaborate than most. It started with them reserving a hotel suite at one of the best hotels in the city. It ended with him lying on the bed, blindfolded with his wrists bound by holiday bow-ties. Somewhere in between, his wonderful wife called up their favorite escort agency to enlist the help of another woman to make the holidays extra memorable. Every year, they found someone else who got a kick out of their tradition.
Ben finally got his first look at the woman with which they’d be sharing Christmas Eve with. After removing the blindfold, he laid eyes on a woman who looks a bit overwhelmed, but very spirited, none-the-less.
“Hi,” she said with a casual grin. “I’m Candi. I guess I’ll be the third part of this little holiday three-way.”
“Nice to meet you, Candi,” Ben said with a polite smile, “but make no mistake. There’s nothing little about this tradition.”
“And no, he’s not just talking about the bulge in his underwear,” Erin laughed.
“I’d hoped that part was self-evident,” he chuckled.
Candi finally shared in the laughter. It seemed like she was ready to embrace the tradition as well. Erin had already prepared her and she was a stunning testament to both the spirit of the season and raw sex appeal.
She was younger than her and Erin, looking to be college aged, which was typical for girls from the escort agency. She had a similar body type to that of his wife, bearing an athletic figure with just the right amount of curves and muscle tone. She also had on similar attire, wearing green lingerie that perfectly complemented Erin’s matching red lingerie. Both had an oversized bow on top covering their breasts, as if to present themselves as the sexiest presents a straight man could ask for.
It was a beautifully festive sight, one that already had him pitching a tent in his boxers, which was all he had on. Erin, who was on the king-sized bed with Candi, playfully teased it as she cast him that sexy glance that felt extra meaningful on the holidays.
“In case you’re wondering…yes, we do this every year,” Erin said to Candi, who just kept smiling with bemused fascination. “On Christmas Eve, I procure the services of an escort to give my wonderful husband a three-way. It’s one of those extra-special gifts that I just love giving!”
“And I love receiving it, just as much,” Ben said proudly.
“Hey, I wasn’t judging,” Candi said. “I’m just not used to serving married couples. Most of the married people I service…well, they don’t exactly advertise that they’re married.”
“And they probably do a piss-poor job of hiding their wedding rings too,” Erin said, rolling her eyes, “but we’re not one of those couples. We never have been. We knew before we got married that we don’t do monogamy, at least not the sexy part.”
“So you’re polygamous or something?” Candi asked.
“Not necessarily,” Erin said.
“I like to think we’re just a lot hornier than most people and we don’t waste time trying to suppress it,” said Ben.
“Yeah, I’d say that sums it up,” Erin chuckled, “and if we’re not going to suppress it, we might as well embrace it. Hence our sexy little holiday tradition!”
“And what a tradition it is!” he said proudly.
With a seductive glint in her eye, his wife leaned forward and kissed him. It helped reassure Candi that there was nothing unusual about what they were doing, relatively speaking. Most of the escorts they hired only thought it was somewhat strange that a couple hired escorts for three-ways. Candi’s reaction was a bit stronger, though. It was as if what she saw a Christmas miracle, of sorts.
As he and Erin kissed, Ben noticed the look on Candi’s face shift from one of curiosity to one of arousal. She crawled in a little closer, the heat of her body mixing with hers. She clearly wanted in on the action. In the spirit of giving, Ben had no intention of denying her and neither did his wife.
“It looks like you want a taste,” Erin said to Candi.
“Would you be jealous if I did?” Candi asked.
“Ha! Jealousy…such an ugly concept,” she scoffed. “I don’t own my husband’s lips or control what he does with them. He doesn’t own mine, either. I married him because I love him, not because I want to control what he does with his lips, hands, and genitals.”
“That…almost makes too much sense,” said Candi.
“Trust me. It’ll make even more after you kiss me,” Ben said, daring her more with his eyes.
Candi, abandoning whatever lingering hesitations she’d harbored, finally took him up on the offer and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were different than Erin’s, but sweet in their own unique way. Ben quickly learned that Candi liked to use a lot of tongue, so much so that it got a little sloppy. He heard Erin chuckle, but that didn’t stop her from joining in.
“At a girl, Candi! Taste those manly lips,” she said. “There’s plenty to go around.”
Erin rejoined the effort, crawling up closer so that she laid on one side of his still-bound body while Candi laid on the other. With newfound coordination, they came together in a three-way kiss. It got even messier, lips and tongues wrestling for a taste. It got proportionally sexier too, evoking desire and passions perfectly befitting of the holiday spirit.
“Mmm…you’re a good kisser,” said Candi. “Both of you are.”
“We get a lot of practice,” Ben boasted.
“With each other and other people,” Erin added.
“Practice makes perfect,” he shrugged. “We’re better at other things too.”
“I’ll bet!” Candi said with growing excitement. “I already looking forward to it.”
“Now, you sound like a girl on Christmas morning,” teased Erin, “which is so fitting for what we’re about to do!”
The two beautiful women laughed as they resumed their three-way kissing. Their festive passions having been sparked, other sensual gestures followed. Erin began pawing his chest, tracing along the manly sinews of his upper body. Together, they trailed their lips down his neck and shoulders, exchanging glances as if to enhance their coordination. It quickly became a competition of who could use their lips better on his body and Ben was the ultimate winner.
“Oh yeah!” Ben moaned. “Now, you’re getting into it.”
“I’ll say,” Erin said.
The two women quickly made their way down his torso and abdomen, pawing and touching his exposed flesh along the way. When they finally got to his lower body, the bulge in his boxers became too big to ignore.
“Looks like we really roused his Christmas spirit,” said Erin.
“So we did,” Candi affirmed. “May I?”
“Or course! By all means, open our little present.”
Now positively giddy, Candi removed his boxers, letting his penis pop free of its confines. He was already fully erect. Having two beautiful women in bed did that to a man, but it was only the start of a much large spectacle.
“Wow!” said Candi. “That’s quite a package.”
“And people wonder why I’m such a spirited wife,” Erin said.
“They rarely wonder for long,” Ben said under his breath.
“And since we’re unwrapping presents, what do you say we unwrap a little something for my handsome hubby?”
Rather than explain it to their sexy guest, Erin demonstrated as only she could. With sex appeal that reminded Ben why he married her, she undid the bow on top of her lingerie and removed it in a sensual spectacle, revealing her breasts in the process. Ben swore his manhood twitched at such a sight.
Erin got the message quickly and mirrored his wife’s actions, undoing the bow on her attire as well and sliding it off to show off her own feminine endowment. Now, Ben had a perfect view of two topless women, each only wearing a thong at that point. Erin made it a point to show off her breasts alongside Candi’s, which were of similar size. Ben just marveled at the sight, like a kid gazing upon his favorite toys.
“Like what you see, my love?” Erin asked playfully.
“Hell yeah!” Ben said without hesitation. “It would be an affront to Christmas if I didn’t.”
“I’m already enjoying this tradition of yours,” Candi remarked.
“We’re still just getting warmed up. You’ve shown that you can keep up with me when it comes to kissing my husband. Think you can keep up when it comes to sucking his dick?”
“Hmm,” Candi said, pretending to think about it. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
It was official. Candi was buying into their tradition. She didn’t wait for Erin to set the tone like before. As soon as his wife licked her lips and went in to taste his cock, Candi joined in. Their lips touched the tip of his member almost simultaneously.
“Ooh! You’re keeping up nicely,” Ben commented.
That seemed to encourage them, much to his delight. Just as before, they treated it like a competition as to who could suck his dick better. All Ben had to do was lay back and enjoy the show.
Erin, a woman who once boasted she paid for a limo ride to her senior prom with blowjobs, set a high bar. She showed off her impressive gag reflex, taking almost his entire length into her mouth and trailing her lips down every veiny contour. Not to be outdone, Candi showed that she was a true professional, taking just as much of his length into her mouth and even using a little extra tongue around the tip.
“Not bad,” Erin said. “I see you’re one of those escorts who puts effort into her job.”
“What can I say? I like being good at my job,” Candi teased.
“Mmm…so do I,” said Ben. “I like it a lot!”
The two women snickered before resuming their competition, taking turns with their oral teasing. Candi sucked him off for a few rounds. Erin did the same, but made it a point to step up the pace. They furthered their coordination, stroking the base together.
Eventually, however, the completion gave way to playful, sexy fun. At one point, they were both licking along his shaft, giggling like a couple of school girls. They even kissed, using their breasts to tit-fuck him together. Ben almost came on the spot. It was so sexy he could barely contain himself. Were it not for the wrappers around his wrists, he would’ve contributed as well.
It perfectly symbolized the kind of relationship he and his wife had. They’d always been so sexually open, never hiding how much they loved to get frisky. He’d been an unapologetic ladies man, going all the way back to high school. Erin had always been a free spirit, so to speak. She never hid her fondness for sex, nor did she let anyone shame her for it.
When their paths crossed, it became clear to them that they could love each other and still want to have sex with other people. Ben recalled the first time Erin agreed to have a three-way. After that experience, he knew he was going to marry her. He also knew they were going to have an amazing sex life.
“I think we’ve teased him enough,” said Erin, sensing his growing eagerness.
“I’d say so too,” said Candi. “That dick is harder than the north pole!”
“And sucking it with you has gotten me all wet,” said Erin. “What do you say we ditch the panties and share the holiday spirit?”
“I’m game!” she said eagerly. “Hell, this is already the best Christmas I’ve had in years.”
Candi didn’t need Erin to set the stage at that point. She couldn’t slide off her panties fast enough, leaving her completely nude. Ben could already see the extent of her arousal. Apparently, the spirit of their holiday tradition had gotten her horny as well. In the spirit of that tradition, he couldn’t wait to show her more holiday spirit.
“Since you’re so excited, why don’t you ride his cock first?” Erin suggested.
“That’s so generous of you,” Candi said playfully.
“Well, it is the season of given,” Ben teased.
“That, it is!”
Erin and Candi coordinated once more. Candi, already fondling her pussy in anticipation, got on top of him and straddled his pelvis. As her outer folds hovered over the tip of his dick, Erin unwrapped one of the condoms they had stashed nearby and put it on, complete with some special lube. Candi, looking ready for holiday treats, eagerly grabbed hold of his torso and aligned her body with his. With a simple downward thrust of her hips, he entered her.
“Oohhh yes!” Candi moaned out.
From there, holiday spectacle gave way to basic lust. His arms remained tied and his dick was free to ride, which Candi did with festive spirit. Ben could tell when an escort was just going through the motions to earn their money. He didn’t see any of that in Candi. She really had embraced her and Erin’s kinky tradition and it made the feeling that much more satisfying.
Ben clung hard to the ribbons that had his wrists tied, holding on as Candi gyrated her hips, working her moist folds along the length of his member. She was quite vocal about how much she enjoyed it, moaning and gasping blissfully while clinging to his torso with both hands. It felt so good, his manhood slithering inside a beautiful woman’s inner depths. Sharing that feeling with others felt wholly in line with the spirit of giving.
“Oh fuck yeah! Ooh I love Christmas!” Ben moaned.
“That’s it! Enjoy your gift, my love,” said Erin as she looked one.
Not one to be left out, Erin shared in the fun, as well. While Candi road his cock, she hovered over him, kissing his lips while she fondled her own pussy. As his face contorted to the bliss coursing through his body, she cast him a beaming smile. Seeing a lover in pleasure – the man she loved and the man who accepted her, sexual kinks and all – was a satisfying sight in its own right. It was a perfect reflection of why their approach to sex worked so well.
“You look like you’re having fun. Why don’t I share in this wondrous gift?” Erin said.
“Tis the season, my love,” Ben quipped.
Laughing playfully, she rose up so that she stood over him with her pelvis right in his face. With Candi still riding his dick, she shoved his head between her inner thighs so that he could taste her heat. Ben did so without hesitation, plunging his tongue into her moist folds and tasting her flesh as though it were his favorite holiday treat.
“Yes! Tis the season, indeed!” Erin moaned.
“You guys…are my new favorite clients!” Candi said, panting heavily from her movements.
“We’re fond of you too, Candi,” said Erin. “Here, let me show you how fond.”
In a show of flexibility that caught her by surprise, Rein leaned back with the flexibility of a skilled gymnast and kissed Candi. That only encouraged her even more. She leaned in closer, working her hips with more leverage as the three of them indulged in fleshly gifts.
Moans, grunts, and playful laughter soon filled the hotel room. Ben ate his wife out while Candi rode his cock, creating a perfect cycle of ecstasy that soon escalated. He could tell by the way her inner muscles throbbed that she was close to orgasm. Some escorts were good at faking it, but he sensed there was nothing fake about what she felt. The look on her face, the way her body shuddered, and the intensity with which she kissed Erin left no room for doubt. She was going to climax first.
“Oohhh fuck! I…I’m close. I’m coming!” she exclaimed.
“You almost sound surprised,” Erin said. “Guess that means I better make sure!”
True to the kinky spirit Ben so loved, Erin pulled away from Ben’s face and got behind Candi. Then, as the younger woman rode his member to the brink and beyond, she reached behind and fondled her breasts while kissing down her neck. That did more than just give Candi the final push she needed. That send her into an orgasmic frenzy that might as well have been a Christmas miracle.
“Oohhh yes!” Candi cried out.
It was a spectacle worthy of any holiday. Ben watched in awe as Candi closed her eyes, threw her head back, and trembled under the weight of her orgasmic release. Had Erin not been behind her, she probably would’ve collapsed under her own weight. She seemed to appreciate that, so much so that she gave Erin an extra sexy kiss that Ben committed to memory.
“Wow,” Erin said. “You’re pretty vocal during sexy time.”
“You mean…for an escort, right?” Candi said breathlessly.
“No, I don’t,” she replied.
Candi, still drunk on orgasmic bliss, smiled at the older woman and kissed her again. Her pussy continued throbbing around his member until the feeling passed. Afterward, she rose up off him. His member remained rock hard, though, and seeing two beautiful, naked women kiss only heightened his desires.
“I don’t know about you ladies, but I’m ready for the finale of our little tradition, if you are,” said Ben.
“I ready too, my darling,” said Erin without hesitation, “but if our lovely participant needs a moment or two…”
Candi didn’t even let her finish.
“I don’t!” she said intently. “Please…you two have been so good to me tonight. Whatever I need to do to help you complete this sexy holiday tradition, I’m game!”
Ben exchanged glances with Erin. That might have been the post-orgasm afterglow talking, but they trusted the younger woman’s words. If she was that determined to share in the Christmas spirit with them, who were they to argue?
“In that case, follow my lead and hold on!” Erin said in a deep, seductive voice. “This last part is naughty, nice, and everything in between.”
“Think of it as an extra-sexy stocking stuffer,” added Ben.
Candi, still catching her breath, just grinned in anticipation. While Ben removed the condom, Erin captured the younger woman’s lips once more and began making out with her. As their naked bodies got reacquainted, Erin laid her down and got on top of her, their breasts now perfectly mashed together.
It was such a sexy sight, ensuring Ben’s dick stayed rock hard and ready for the final push. Already filled with Christmas spirit, among many other feelings, he joined in the kinky fun. He positioned himself behind the two women, playfully grabbing his wife’s heart-shaped ass as he guided his manhood towards her wet opening.
“My loving husband is going to fuck me now,” Erin said to Candi. “He’s going to make me come. In the process, we’re going to make you come a second time.”
“That’s…ambitious,” Candi said, almost sounding skeptical.
“It’s not ambition. It’s what’s going to happen!” she said with the utmost certainty.
“It’ll be the sexiest Christmas miracle of all time,” Ben added, sharing his wife’s confidence.
Sensing that Candi remained unconvinced, Ben went to work coordinating with his wife to deliver on their Christmas promise. Now hovering over the two naked women, watching his wife resume her make-out session with Candi, he eagerly thrust his hips forward and entered Erin’s pussy. After being restrained for the first part of their sexy tradition, he could finally demonstrate his own sexual prowess.
With strength and vigor that could brighten any holiday, Ben skillfully worked his manhood within his love’s moist folds. Her womanly flesh hugged his so perfectly, embracing him and the spirit of their love. Together, they embraced the feeling of free, unfiltered bliss that they’d made part of their sex lives. It was part of what made their relationship special and more than a little kinky.
Candi got to share in that feeling. He could tell by the look on her face that his wife was using her knowledge of the female body to their advantage. As their naked bodies grinded together under the fervor of his sexual movements, their breasts rubbed together to share in the simulation. Erin also made sure her pelvis rubbed against the younger woman in just the right way to stimulate her still-swollen clit, ensuring she got to share in the fruits of their intimate labor.
“Oohhh yeah! You feel that, Candi?” Erin said as their naked bodies rocked in unison.
“Mmm…I do. I really do!” Candi said, almost sounding surprised.
“My husband…fucks me good! Watch him…make me…come!”
His wife’s faith and confidence in him never ceased to amaze him. It made Ben even more determined to give Erin the ecstasy she craved.
He pulled out all the stops, digging his knees and feet into the bed as he humped her with focused vigor. Ben knew just how to get his wife to the brink, stimulating those extra-sensitive areas within her depths. It was one of the benefits of marrying such a horny woman. She knew how to have sex and she knew how to enjoy an orgasm. It made his job easier and more satisfying.
It still surprised Candi, though. She looked genuinely shocked when she too approached the brink of orgasm.
“It’s happening! I’m coming! I…I’m coming!” Candi exclaimed.
“Ohhh me too!” Erin moaned. “Let’s…let’s come together!”
“By all means, ladies!” Ben grinned.
Feeling emboldened with even more Christmas spirit – as well as an orgasm of his own, which he’d been holding back for a while – he delivered the last round of thrusts. As soon as Erin crossed that special threshold, she took her hands in his, enlaced their fingers together, and held on as the feeling washed over her.
It was still as beautiful a sight as it was on their first honeymoon, seeing his wife climax. She threw her head back, arched her body, and let out a cry to the heavens that could probably be heard at the North Pole. It was sweeter than any Christmas music.
As her inner muscles throbbed around his cock, Candi climaxed again as well. She ended up grabbing onto their hands as well, as though they were her anchor in their ascent to ecstasy. She wasn’t as vocal as she’d been on the first orgasm, but it was every bit as festive.
“Enjoying the holidays yet?” Ben said, leaning over and whispering into his wife’s wear.
“With you…I always do,” Erin replied lovingly.
While she soaked in her orgasmic bliss, she turned her head and captured his lips in a loving kiss. Even with part of Candi’s lipstick smeared on her face, it tasted so sweet.
“You two are just too awesome,” Candi said. “This is officially my favorite Christmas tradition of all time!”
“Funny you should say that,” said Erin after their lips parted. “Who said it’s over?”
“Well, I did notice that someone hasn’t gotten their gift yet,” she said.
“We can’t have that now, can we? Whatever shall we do?”
“I don’t know….tit fuck him until he comes on our breasts?” Candi said, as though it were the most mundane thing ever.
“Well, I was going to offer Christmas cookies, but that works too!”
“I’ll take either!” Ben said eagerly.
“I bet you would,” Erin said coyly, “but I know which one you prefer.”
His wife knew him too well. Ben, still panting heavily, withdrew his penis from his wife’s throbbing pussy and rose back into an upright position. From there, the two naked women practically pounced on his dick, getting on both sides of him and coordinating with stunningly sexy efficiency.
While exchanging sultry glances, the Erin and Candi skillfully mashed their breasts together around his rigid cock. Then, like a well-oiled piston, they worked his member between their fleshy mounds, sending Ben into a state of heavenly bliss that brought him to the brink of orgasm.
“Oh…ohhh fuck!” he grunted. “Ladies…I’m about to…come!”
“Go on, my darling,” Erin said. “You’ve been such a good boy.”
“A good, naughty boy!” Candi added.
After a few more sensual motions, it finally happened. Ben crossed that special threshold that separated simple bliss from intense ecstasy. He found himself embracing both women as he let out a deep, powerful grunt of euphoria. His lower body shuddered and his manhood throbbed as he released his load of manly fluid.
Having held back for a while, it was quite a load. It surprised Candi, but not Erin. She just opened her mouth and eagerly licked up his juices, as though it were her favorite holiday treat. She didn’t mind that she got some in her eye. Candi even helped her lick it up, a courtesy that seemed entirely in keeping with the spirit of Christmas.
“Merry Christmas…to all,” Ben said in his blissful days.
“Merry Christmas indeed,” Erin said, smiling up at him as she licked the cum off her fingers.
“Don’t you mean Merry fucking Christmas…literally?” Candi joked.
“Okay, it’s official. You’re our new favorite escort!”
The two women laughed. Ben did as well while enjoying what remained of his release. Now spent and satisfied, he laid back down on the bed. Candi and Erin joined him, each curling up to his side. Erin gave him a loving kiss and Candi gave one as well, looking like she had more holiday spirit than either of them.
The younger woman wasn’t the first escort they’d invited to a three-way. She wasn’t even the first one with which they shared their special holiday tradition. However, Candi showed a greater appreciation of it than anyone else before her. The idea that they helped share such an intimate, sexy tradition with her only made the holidays more memorable.
“Thank you,” Candi said to them. “Seriously, I know you just hired me for a job, but this was…well, let’s just say I needed it. Escorts don’t usually work on Christmas Eve because of their holiday spirit.”
“I’m glad you could share this with us, Candi,” said Ben. “I hope we’ve given you a new appreciation for holiday traditions.”
“Oh you definitely have!” she said. “I don’t think I’ll ever look at Christmas the same way.”
“Then, consider that our gift to you,” said Erin, “and if you’re ever in town again, looks up. If you enjoyed what we do for Christmas, then I think you’ll love what we do for New Years!”
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This is the time of year where you can’t go more than a half-hour without seeing a Christmas movie on TV. We’re basically in the heart of the holiday season. People have finally stopped complaining about Christmas decorations going up too early or getting a head start on their shopping. It’s not just fast-approaching anymore. The holidays are here.
Now, I love the holidays as much as anyone. As such, I have a strong appreciation for Christmas movies. I often go through stretches in December where I’ll watch at least part of a Christmas movie every day. It’s a beautiful thing that gets me in the spirit and gives me an excuse to drink eggnog spiked with whiskey.
I have a long list of personal favorites. I’m also among those who argue vehemently that “Die Hard” qualifies as a Christmas movie. Despite what Bruce Willis himself says, this movie will always be part of my holiday viewing schedule. I could write multiple articles to justify that position, but that’s not my intent here.
In recent years, I’ve found myself immersed in another argument surrounding a unique kind of Christmas movie. That movie is a lesser-known, but underrated gem called “Bad Santa.” If you’ve seen it, then you probably understand why it inspires such colorful discussions during the holidays. If you haven’t, then I urge you to check it out, but do not watch it with your children.
Make no mistake. “Bad Santa” is to Christmas movies what the McRib is to fast food fans. It’s one of those rare movies that doesn’t just go in the opposite direction of every classic trope associated with a particular genre. It gives those themes the finger, kicks it in the balls, and throws up on them for good measure.
This movie has no holiday miracles. There’s no magic at work. There’s no heartwarming moments that reaffirm the spirit of the season. This movie is weapons grade cynicism for all things Christmas and it goes about it in a way that’s vulgar, crude, disgusting, and hilarious.
The story is not for the faint of heart. It follows Willie Soke, a degenerate, misanthropic, womanizing, alcoholic who makes his living cracking safes with his dwarf partner-in-crime, Marcus Skidmore. Their tactics are the antithesis of the holiday spirit. Willie works as a mall Santa while Marcus works as an elf. They work at malls during the holidays and then rob them on Christmas Eve.
If you expect the movie to be a feel-good holiday story about a criminal redeeming himself during Christmas, then prepare to be disappointed. Willie is not that kind of character and “Bad Santa” does not tell that kind of story. While Willie does undergo some growth, he’s still an asshole by the time the credits roll.
The story doesn’t try to redeem Willie. It doesn’t even try to put him on the path to becoming a better person. All the Christmas miracles in world can’t do that for someone like him. However, his story does bring something uniquely festive to the table. The way things play out for Willie and those around him convey a powerful message that resonates with the holiday season in its own perverse way.
Some go so far as to argue that “Bad Santa” is an anti-Christmas movie. I can understand that sentiment to some extent. However, I would argue that “Bad Santa” is one of those movies that has become more relevant with time. I would even argue that, in the context of the modern spirit of Christmas, “Bad Santa” is the greatest modern Christmas movie.
Now, I know that won’t sit well with those who still love “It’s A Wonderful Life” or “How The Grinch Stole Christmas.” I don’t deny that those are great Christmas movies that deserve to be classics. I’m not arguing that “Bad Santa” is better than those movies or deserves to be in the same category. I simply believe that “Bad Santa” is the greatest Christmas movie for the current times in which we live and these are my reasons why.
Reason #1: It Reflects The Real (And Increasingly Jaded) World
Let’s face it. These are not the upbeat, idealistic times of yesteryear. People no longer trust in their government. People keep seeing once-beloved celebrities self-destruct. In general, people just aren’t confident about the future anymore. As a society, we’re becoming more and more jaded. That’s exactly the kind of sentiment that “Bad Santa” appeals to.
This movie is a world where assholes keep being assholes. Bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people. That may not be a great basis for a Christmas movie, but it perfectly represents the real world, now more than ever. In this day and age, we see famous and powerful people get away with awful things time and again. There’s no miracle that comes around to right all the wrongs.
In “Bad Santa,” this harsh view of the world isn’t avoided. For the entire movie, Willie essentially channels the defeatist attitude of Al Bundy. His life sucks. He hates himself. He barely even flinches when he’s staring down the barrel of a gun at one point. Beyond the self-loathing, though, he finds a way to provide real insights into the holidays.
Do we really need all the crap we ask for on Christmas? Do we really need magic, miracles, or some grand spectacle to appreciate it? Willie’s entire persona is an indictment of those who rely too much on magical thinking during the holidays. In the real world, that doesn’t get anyone anything other than a gut punch and a kick in the ass.
Reason #2: It Relies On Choices Rather Than Miracles
As deplorable a human being as Willie Soke is, he does have one defining trait that makes him somewhat sympathetic. He doesn’t make excuses. He doesn’t blame the world or everyone else for his lousy lot in life. He’s very much a product of his choices. He chooses to drink, spit, swear, and piss himself while wearing a Santa suit. There’s no extenuating circumstances. These are his choices.
Granted, they’re deplorable choices from someone inclined to self-destruction, but he makes them freely and doesn’t hide from the consequences. These same choices are what makes his relationship to the dense, but lovable kid in the movie, Therman, so meaningful. Willie has no reason to care or help this kid in any capacity and the kid is in no position to stop him.
In the end, though, Willie doesn’t need a miracle or some visit from Christmas spirits to make his choices. Therman’s influence on him, while ridiculous and downright pathetic at times, is sufficient for him to make the choices that make the story work. While they don’t necessarily redeem Willie for all his misdeeds, it does show that even a drunk like him can do the right thing without a miracle.
That, in and of itself, is a testament to the spirit of Christmas. When someone like Willie Soke can actually choose to do something good for a gullible kid, then that offers hope to any jaded soul on the holidays.
Reason #3: It Highlights Small (But Meaningful) Gestures
Many of the most memorable Christmas movies often have these big, elaborate gestures that attempt to make our hearts gush with holiday cheer. Whether it’s embracing loved ones at the end of “It’s A Wonderful Life” or reuniting with family in “Home Alone,” it feels like a Christmas movie has to go overboard with holiday sentiment.
“Bad Santa” takes the exact opposite approach, but somehow finds a way to make those gestures more meaningful. The movie doesn’t take place in the North Pole or some fanciful holiday setting. It takes place in Phoenix, Arizona where it doesn’t snow and heavy coats are useless. It effectively removes the ambiance of the holidays beyond the tacky decorations that people put up.
That works perfectly for “Bad Santa” because it ensures any gesture carries more weight. Whether it’s Willie trying to get Thurman his Christmas present or Willie putting back together the Advent Calendar, these small moments feel bigger in a setting devoid of traditional holiday magic.
There’s no sweeping change that turns Phoenix into some sort of Christmas haven. The world of “Bad Santa” never tries to be anything other than a world of shallow holiday imagery because that’s all it needs. Anything more than that is just fantasy and there’s only so much fantasy you can muster in a story that follows a misanthropic drunk.
Reason #4: It Offers Perspective Rather Than Hope
Another major trait of classic Christmas movies is the hope they inspire. When you get to the end of a Christmas movie, you’re supposed to feel a sense of hope. There’s this sense that the story has somehow rekindled someone’s holiday spirit. While there will always be a place for that kind of hope in a fantasy world, “Bad Santa” offers something different, but valuable.
More than anything else, “Bad Santa” conveys a sense of perspective about the holidays. It’s not this wonderful, heartfelt occasion for everybody. There are a lot of miserable, self-loathing drunks like Willie Soke out there who don’t want or need hope. They’d rather have something that’ll make life suck a little less.
That’s the best Willie can strive for in “Bad Santa” and that’s exactly what he does. Being around Therman doesn’t make him a beacon of Christmas spirit. It just makes his miserable life slightly less miserable and he’s grateful for that. As a result, he makes an effort to help the kid have a good Christmas.
Sure, his efforts result in him getting roughed up and shot, but that’s perfectly appropriate for the tone of the story. In the real world, noble efforts like that aren’t always rewarded. Sometimes, they end up pretty messy, which Willie finds out the hard way on more than one occasion. It’s not the most uplifting message, but it’s the most honest.
Perspective today is more precious than it has ever been before. In the era of fake news and alternative facts, it’s hard to maintain a firm grasp on reality. Christmas movies tend to obscure reality for something more cheerful, but “Bad Santa” for something more real and that’s what makes it so effective as a story.
Reason #5: It Finds Humor In Bad Situations
To this point, if I’ve given the impression that “Bad Santa” is one depressing slog of a movie, I apologize. Yes, it can be depressing and bleak, but it’s also obscenely funny. There are dark moments in this movie that involve depression, alcoholism, and even attempted suicide. However, many of these moments are perfectly balanced with moments of raw hilarity.
Whether it’s Willie beating the snot out of a bunch of bullies or Marcus berating Gin with a masterful string of profanity, this movie invests heavily on humor. Granted, it’s a very adult form of humor, but it works perfectly within the context of the story. From the very beginning, Willie and his supporting cast are in all sorts of awful situations. Injecting humor into the mix helps balance it out.
It helps create a particular tone for a movie that goes out of its way to spit on so many holiday traditions. Things are ugly for these characters. They’re miserable excuses for human beings, but they often find themselves in funny situations that they make more hilarious with their reactions. No matter how bad it gets, they find a way to make their devolving situations entertaining.
In an era were awful situations unfold in real time because of social media, it’s important to find humor wherever you can. There’s only so much we can do to change a situation. Willie makes that clear from the very beginning of “Bad Santa.” Sometimes, all you can do is just laugh at the absurdities and that’s exactly what this movie does.
I won’t claim that “Bad Santa” is the new standard for Christmas movies. I doubt it’s going to start the kinds of trends we’ve seen in other genres. However, the story it told and the dark humor it utilized struck a chord when it first came out. As the years have gone by, it keeps finding new ways to resonate with an emerging audience.
There will always be a place for “Home Alone” and the Grinch. However, I think for the current generation and all the others who have watched this world embrace new levels of absurdities, “Bad Santa” deserves a special place in our holiday traditions.
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The following is a sexy short story I wrote to help get everyone in the holiday spirit, among other things. Enjoy!
Most kids stopped believing in Santa Claus at some point. Some never believed in him to begin with. They still celebrate the spirit of Christmas, but there was nothing fanciful or supernatural about it. As adults, they see it as just another holiday, albeit one that involves elaborate decorations and gift giving.
While that shift was understandable to some extent, it came at the cost of something critical to Christmas. A key part of believing in Santa was the idea of him keeping a list, tracking who’d been naughty or nice over the course of the past year. Good kids got presents. Bad kids got a lump of coal. It was a simple, concise morality lesson that often got lost once belief in Santa ends.
Nora Rael-Nagle was among the few who’d clung to it, but for reasons that had nothing to do with childhood nostalgia.
“He’s making a list…checking it twice…gonna find out who’s naughty or nice,” Nora sang playfully. “With girls like me, you don’t need to check twice.”
As she descended the stairs of the opulent home she shared with her very wealthy husband, she hummed various holiday music to herself. It was almost midnight on Christmas Eve, a time when children were most restless. Nora was restless too, but for very different reasons.
“I still believe,” she said to herself. “I know I shouldn’t. I’m an adult woman with big tits, a round ass, and sexy legs I just can’t keep closed. I just can’t help it. I believe in you, Santa.”
Her tone was a perfect blend of childlike excitement and naughty seduction. Her demeanor had an eagerness that she reserved for just one night of the year. She even chose to be festive with her attire, wearing only a revealing red nighty and matching silk panties. She knew the big guy was watching. She wanted him to watch.
Feeling his eyes on her, Nora casually strode through the spacious halls of the opulent estate. An army of maids and butler had decorated the house with plenty of holiday attire, including a 9-foot Christmas tree in the main living room on the first floor. She’d coaxed her husband – a man nearly twice her age, but still very receptive to a beautiful woman’s allure – to go all out every year during the holidays. Being the dutiful husband he was, he obliged her. However, her reason for wanting decorations were more personal.
Upon arriving in the living room, she saw that the tree was already lit with an array of Christmas lights. That, in and of itself, was telling because she remembered turning them off before going to bed with her husband. The blinds on the windows were also closed, as if to shroud the room in a protective cloak.
That didn’t bother Nora in the slightest. After all, the true magic of Christmas often went unseen. It was still there. It just required a special kind of belief to experience it.
“You probably already know, but I’ve been naughty again, this year…very naughty,” Nora said to the empty room. “I’m still sleeping with the neighbor’s son…the one who’s engaged. I also slept with my sister’s fiancé at his bachelor party. On top of that, he didn’t even know it was me because I was wearing a wig.”
The room remained silent, the only sound coming from the cold winds outside. Nora remained undeterred, though. Now standing in front of the well-lit Christmas tree, she recounted more of her naughty deeds.
“Not everything involved me getting naked,” she went on. “This past spring, I ran over my neighbor’s dog and convinced him to blame the gardener. He got fired on the spot. I stole an $800 handbag from a store because I forgot my credit card. I lied to my parents when I said I couldn’t come home for my Aunt Marilyn’s funeral. I told them I was sick, but I was just hung over and had planned a trip to Cabo that week.”
One-by-one, she recounted a full year of misdeeds. She had a long list of confessions, full of lies, debauchery, and selfishness. She regretted plenty, but only to a point. It was hard to feel too much remorse when much of her life had been one free pass after another.
Nora didn’t deny that she’d been born ahead of the curve. In addition to having great legs, big breasts, and a healthy libido, she came from a wealthy family that pampered her to no end. They imposed few rules and fewer punishments. She gotten away with things few others could, rarely facing major consequences for her actions. The only thing her family ever wanted for her was to marry into a better family, which she did the first chance she got.
Her husband was even less restrictive, though. Nora suspected he knew about her decadent streak. That might have even been why he’d married her in the first place. He just didn’t care. Nobody cared that she was so naughty. In her world, Santa Claus was the only one who gave a damn whether someone was naughty or nice.
For reasons too kinky to make sense of, even for her, that had an effect. As a girl, it gave her a unique appreciation for Christmas. It also connected her with the spirit of the season in a unique way.
“But I don’t need to tell you all the naughty things I’ve done,” Nora said. “You already know what I’ve done. You know I don’t deserve any presents and a lump of coal just isn’t going to cut it. For someone as naughty as me, you’ll need a special kind of holiday magic.”
Again, there was only silence in response. Then, she sensed it.
The air in the room suddenly got hotter.
The lights on the Christmas tree flickered.
A strange noise echoed from the empty fireplace, which wasn’t even connected to a chimney. Nora shuddered with a new kind of excitement, one that was mostly concentrated between her legs. She swore she could hear the echo of sleigh bells outside. That convinced her that the man she’d been waiting all year for had arrived.
“Ho, ho, ho…my naughty ho!” said a booming voice.
The lights on the tree flickered again. The air around her go so hot, especially between her legs. A year’s worth of naughtiness has invited the one figure who dared to punish her for her deeds.
“Santa?” she said, still fixated on the tree.
“Turn around, Nora,” said the voice.
Nora hated being told what to do, but she gladly made an exception.
As soon as she turned, she saw an ominous white mist emerge from the fireplace. Like a cloud with a mind of its own, it quickly grew. The line between the real world and the world of magic blurred, as often happened around the holidays. Rather than fear, Nora grew excited and not just from the sight of something that defied the laws of physics.
From the misty cloud, a familiar figure took shape. The magic of the season took form and substance…a magic most didn’t believe even existed, but Nora still did. As such, the figure that appeared within the mist was every bit as real as her naughty deeds.
He appeared first as a shadow, but took human form as the mist faded. The man that appeared before her was as recognizable to her as he was to any child. He had the big red coat, the long white beard, and the iconic red hat. Most importantly, in her particular case, he bought his big red sack…a sack she knew was not full of toys.
“Every year, Nora,” he said in his jovial tone. “Every year you find your way to the top of my naughty list. You don’t even try anymore. It’s as though you enjoy being naughty.”
“What can I say, Santa?” Nora said with an innocent shrug. “I’m just an inherently naughty girl.”
“A naughty girl who insists on believing long after any child. Most don’t dare tempt the spirit of the season…especially those who knows what Santa does to those who are extra naughty.”
“The fact that I know only makes being naughty that much more tempting.”
“Then, I need not explain why you deserve what Santa is about to do to you.”
A very jolly grin formed on his face. He then dropped the big red sack in front of him. More magic followed and all Nora could do was brace herself while still trying to contain her excitement.
Like the misty cloud before it, the sack took on a life of its own, opening as though invisible hands were at work. From within the velvet-red sack, a large red bow – the kind typically placed atop large presents – floated up into the air. Then, as Santa’s jolly grin grew wider, the bow magically untied itself and shot out towards her like tendrils from an octopus.
Nora barely had a chance to react. First, one part of the bow wrapped itself around her wrists, bounding them tightly and pulling her arms up over her head. After that, the other end of the bow removed her nighty and pulled down her panties, rendering her completely naked before the big jolly icon of Christmas.
“Ho, ho!” Santa laughed. “I can see why you’re so tempted, Nora. With a bosom and buttocks like yours, naughtiness tends to find you.”
“You have no idea, Santa,” Nora said.
“Ah, but I do! Remember, I check my list twice.”
As if to affirm how well he knew her, he waved his hand and the bow stream reacted. Her hands and wrists still bound, the stream swirled around her body before wrapping itself around her arms and legs, tightening its hold on her. Eventually, her hands ended up being her back, but her breasts and inner thighs remained exposed.
It happened so quickly, utilizing forces that only came around once a year. It still took Nora aback, but in a way that excited and aroused her. For every other day of the year, she was the one who tied up others and bent them to her will. Her beauty, her family ties, and her wealth gave her so much leverage over others. Everybody was just too afraid to subdue her so completely and dominate her.
None of that applied to Santa Claus, though. Armed with the magic of Christmas and a complete knowledge of her naughty deeds, he was the only man who could make her submit. Like the holiday season itself, the fact that it was so rare made it so special.
“Naughty girls often learn their lesson once I give them their lumps of coal,” Santa said. “For those who grow up to become naughty women, I must use other means to dissuade their misdeeds.”
“Do they work?” Nora teased seductively.
“For the few who still believe in the magic of Christmas, it gets the point across. For cases such as you, Nora…well, sometimes naughtiness can only be tempered with a special kind of spirit.”
With another hand gesture, the large red bow that remained wrapped around her naked body came to life again, applying force like a dozen hands pushing on her. It quickly forced her down onto her knees, a position she’d been in many times over the course of the past year. However, she’d never been in that position on someone else’s terms.
Still secure in his festive hold on her, Santa approached her, his portly form casting a large shadow. Upon reaching her, he undid his large black belt buckle and dropped his red pants to the floor, revealing a huge, jolly endowment that was perfectly proportional to his jovial size.
“Fuck! That spirit does wonders for your dick,” Nora said. “It’s even bigger than it was last year!”
“Such naughty language from such a naughty girl,” said Santa. “I say we wash that mouth of yours out with some Christmas joy!”
Whether by magic or the presence of a naked woman bound by holiday streamers, the jolly old man’s member began stiffening almost instantly. As it grew before her eyes, he grasped her chin with one hand and guided his dick to her mouth. Being the naughty girl she was, Nora eagerly opened her mouth and awaited Santa’s joy.
He delivered, as only Santa Clause could, thrusting his festive endowment into her mouth. It tested both her reflexes and her jaw muscles, more so than the many other men she’d blown over the years. Nora embraced the strain, though. Being such a naughty girl, she deserved it. Once she had his jolly cock in her mouth, she began sucking it with some holiday spirit of her own.
“Ho, ho, ho!” said Santa. “It’s a miracle! A naughty girl’s deeds becomes so nice!”
The spirit of the season was fully stoked, so to speak. With one hand still gripping her head, he guided the pace of her oral sex. Back and forth, her head rocked as her lips slithered along the length of Santa’s manhood. With each movement, his member swelled, becoming larger and more erect. It further strained her jaw muscles, but Nora kept sucking like the good naughty girl she was.
Being bound left her so vulnerable, having to cater to the whims of the jolly fat man in front of her. Something about that feeling – confronting her lurid behavior, accepting punishment from one who could subdue her so easily – just seemed so fitting. Having rarely experienced it during other times of the year, it made Christmas that much more exciting. Along with that excitement came arousal. The longer she sucked Santa’s cock, the wetter her pussy became.
As her arousal escalated, Santa’s became exceedingly jolly. His grip on her head intensified. She could tell by the way his massive member twitched inside her mouth that he was close. Being so naughty, he didn’t even warn her when he released his festive load into her throat. A load of thick manly fluid – which, fittingly enough, had a peppermint-flavored aftertaste – shot right into her gullet.
“That’s the spirit, Nora! Taste Santa’s joy!” Santa said with extra jolliness.
Nora did what the big man asked, licking up every drop. When he pulled out, finally allowing her to catch her breath, she gasped sharply. Traces of seminal fluid still dropped down her chin, but she remained very spirited. Looking up at Santa, his erect dick still hovering around her face, she flashed another naughty smile.
“Mmm…my favorite Christmas treat,” Nora said in a festive daze. “Am I back on the nice list, yet?”
“Ho, ho! Far from it, Nora,” Santa laughed. “For once such as you, I must impart some extra Christmas spirit.”
With another wave of his hand, the bow streams still wrapped around her body went to work again, putting her in another position with which to receive Santa’s special gift to naughty girls. She was moved around like a rag doll, the bow stream pushing her legs apart in the process. She eventually ended up on her hands and knees, her heart-shaped butt pointed up at the jolly old like a perfectly-wrapped present.
“I see the spirit has already affected parts of your body, Nora,” Santa said, “but for one such as you, I must employ the full magic of the North Pole.”
“Yes! Please, Santa…fill me with that pole,” Nora gasped.
He laughed jovially again, her naughty tone encouraging him even more. The bow streams pushed her legs apart even more as Santa’s gloved hand grabbed hold of her hips. Then, as she remained bound on all force, he guided his still-erect member towards her wet entrance and thrust it into her feminine depths.
A chorus of naughty and nice moans echoed throughout the room. Nora, her arms still tied behind her back, could only bury half her face into the soft rug, feeling her world rock under the light of the Christmas tree. Santa’s hard, jovial flesh slithered within her folds, sending surges of intoxicating sensations throughout her body.
“Oohhh, Santa!” Nora exclaimed. “That’s it! I’m naughty! So fucking naughty!”
“Ho, ho, ho! Yes, Nora! Yes, you are!” Santa said as he rocked her body with every movement.
He dominated her body and spirit so thoroughly. It was as though the weight of her naughtiness helped weigh her down, unable to use the influence of her husband’s wealth or the beauty she so effectively wielded. She was a naughty woman and Santa did not overlook that naughtiness, nor did she want him to.
Being dominated and bound, at the mercy of a jolly old man and his magic, was a special feeling. Between the size of his endowment and the holiday spirit that supplemented every movement, the pleasure felt uniquely festive.
“Santa! I feel…the spirit…coming!” Nora cried out with increasing fervor.
“Of course you do, Nora! Of course you do!” Santa laughed.
The red streams that had bound her body tightened, as if to keep her hold her in place for her coming release. It hit her like a Christmas miracle, a powerful orgasm that rendered her paralyzed with pleasure. It was like the spirit of the season possessing her, turning all that naughty behavior against her for one powerful moment.
“Oohhh Santa!” she exclaimed with a cry that echoed all the way to the North Pole.
Her body shuddered, her back arching and her toes curling under the onslaught of ecstasy. It rendered her even more enchanted by Santa’s magic. At that point, she might as well have been drunk on the sweetest fruits of the holiday.
“More cheer, Nora! A naught girl needs more cheer!” he said to her.
Even as her body trembled from orgasmic bliss, Santa continued ravaging her with his spirit-laden Christmas. He kept rocking her body, working his big old candy cane within her depths. The bliss that followed just sent her deeper into a holiday daze. Nora wasn’t sure how many times she came after that. She just knew that she remained at the mercy of Santa’s holiday prowess.
The streams around her body kept her in place, shifting her occasionally so Santa could ravage her from as many angles as he desired. He was as thorough as he was with his list, hitting every sensitive spot within her once and then hitting it twice for good measure. For such a big man, he had such miraculous stamina. It helped him build towards the ultimate Christmas miracle.
“Santa is ready, Nora!” he said with a beaming grin. “Prepare to be filled with true spirit!”
“Yes, Santa!” Nora exclaimed. “Fill me up! Fill me…with your…spirit!”
The big man used his size and weigh to his full advantage, delivering the last few round of gifted thrusts before crossing the final threshold. Upon reaching is North Pole, so to speak, he let out one more round of joyous laughter as he filled her with his holiday cum. Like the season itself, it had a unique flavor that filled her with a special kind of warmth.
Just as before, he made sure to inject every last drop. A girl as naughty as her needed all the spirit he could offer. Once the miracle was complete, the jolly old man withdrew his festive member from her and pulled up his pants.
“Your punishment is complete, naughty Nora. Do you feel true meaning of Christmas within you now?”
“Yeah…among other things,” she replied playfully.
“Then, my delivery is complete!”
With a jovial grin, he waved his hand again and the red bow that had kept her restrained magically untied itself, unbounding her wrists and legs from its grasps. Then, the bow magically re-tied itself before turning to Santa’s big red sack. Still grinning, he hitched the sack over his shoulder and gave the still-naked Nora one last glance.
Nora, still lying on the floor, drunk on Santa’s holiday magic, just looked up and smiled back. He knew how naughty she was. She knew how naughty she had to make his list every year. For someone like her, a beautiful rich woman who rarely gets punished for her behavior, she needed someone to punish her naughty behavior. She needed someone to subdue her without fear or hesitation. She needed someone to inspire her spirit in a unique way.
Who better to do all of that than Santa Claus? Giving gifts to good children did plenty to enhance the spirit of Christmas. Punishing naughty women like her just helped supplement the magic of the season.
“Merry Christmas, Nora. May you nice next year as you were naughty this year,” said Santa as the mist from earlier consumed him.
“You and I both know that’s not going to happen, Santa,” Nora said. “Being naughty just feels too nice.”
“Ho, ho, ho!” he laughed as he disappeared into the mist. “That, my dear, is part of the holiday spirit. Whether you’re naughty or nice, you still get the gift you deserve.”
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The wait is over. The shopping is done. The eggnog is cold. The decorations are bright, lit, and a sight to behold. That’s right. It’s Christmas. Whether you’re an adult, a child, or an adult who just enjoys acting like a child every now and then, it’s a special day that’s worth cherishing with those we love.
So to those who have helped make this website so successful, especially over the past two months, I sincerely thank you. On behalf of myself and all those who try to bring a little sexiness into this world I wish everyone a very sexy, very merry Christmas. Open gifts, celebrate with loved ones, and enjoy this wonderful holiday.
Merry Christmas!
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The following is a short, but sweet sexy story that I wrote to get everyone in the holiday spirit. With Christmas only a few days away, I thought I’d write a little something to celebrate the season, as only an aspiring erotica/romance writer can.
It’s not as long or elaborate as my last holiday-themed novel, “Holiday Heat.” It’s just a simple little story that mixes love, sex, and the holidays into one sweet little narrative. Enjoy!
It was set to be the loneliest Christmas she’d had since her grandmother died. Jessie should’ve been used to it, having lost her father at a young age and endured many quiet Christmas mornings with few presents and limited festivities. However, she’d come to love bigger, more elaborate moments as she grew older.
After meeting her boyfriend, Robby, she thought those quiet mornings were over. For the past three years, he’d gone out of his way to make Christmas extra special for her. He came from a big family and going over to his house was like entering a holiday paradise, full of elaborate meals, abundant presents, and a buffet of succulent deserts. Thanks to him, she’d grown to love Christmas and being part of Robby’s family.
Then, about a month ago, Jessie got a double dose of bad news that promises to derail her Christmas entirely. Robby’s father got sick with severe bronchitis and had to spend several months in Florida with his brother recovering. Most of the family was going to follow suit and join him for Christmas. Jessie thought she’d be going with him.
That was when the second bit of bad news dropped. Her mother got into a car accident, breaking a leg and injuring her back. She ended up needing surgery, the kind that required a recovery period that extended beyond the holidays. As a result, a plane trip to Florida just wasn’t feasible. She had to stay home and Jessie couldn’t leave her. She needed her help around the house as she recovered.
That meant no elaborate feasts and festivities with Robby’s family. It also meant her mother’s ability to celebrate was severely limited. The most they could do was exchange some gifts, having a light meal, and watch Christmas specials all day. If that weren’t bad enough, a snow storm had rolled in and few relatives would be able to drop by to help.
It made Christmas Eve feel even colder than it already was. After spending most of the day putting up decorations and keeping her mother comfortable, she felt too tired to be festive. It seemed like this year’s Christmas would be the same quiet, uneventful affair that left her so jaded as a kid.
When she curled up in her old bedroom that night, having agreed to sleep over at her mother’s house to make things easier on Christmas morning, Jessie expected this year to be one of the most forgettable holidays of her adult life.
“Guess this year counts as one big setback,” she sighed to herself after turning off the light, “and just when I was starting to really like the holidays again. Maybe I’m just not meant to enjoy Christmas like most people. Maybe I just can’t be part of Robby’s festive world.”
It sounded so sad when she said it out loud. It made her want to cry right then and there. Jessie ended up burying her face in her pillow, muffling her voice and absorbing any tears she’d shed. The best she could do, now, was rest up and brace for another solemn holiday.
She tried not to think about all the elaborate ways Robby’s family were enjoying themselves down in Florida. She swore she could smell the chocolate pie his mother made or his sister’s succulent cookies from 800 miles away. Most of all, Jessie tried not to think of how great it felt when Robby held her in his arms, even when he wore that ugly old Christmas sweater that he’d bought in college and refused to throw away.
It was nothing short of torturous, contemplating what she’d miss. Not being with Robby and his family was like the antithesis of a Christmas miracle, a gut-punch to her holiday spirit. She wanted to make the most of the time she had with her mother, but between her injuries and her tendency to recount sad memories of her father during the holidays, it wasn’t looking good.
Jessie closed her eye, groaned into her pillow, and just wished she could skip the holidays entirely.
“It’s not fair!” she lamented. “Why does Christmas have to suck so much? Just this once, can I get a break?”
Jessie kept her face buried in her pillow, muttering a string of curses in hopes she’d just pass out from frustration. She was so tired that she was ready to just let the rest of the holidays pass her boy completely.
Then, just as she was about to nod off, she heard a loud thump against her window. Considering her room was on the second floor of her mother’s house, that was pretty rare. At first, she thought it was just a large chunk of snow blowing off one of the trees and hitting the side of the house. However, another thump followed, along with a familiar voice.
“Jessie!” it said through the cold December night. “Open the window. It’s me!”
Almost immediately, Jessie’s ears perked up and she shot up from the bed. She’d recognize that voice through a window, a snow storm, and a goddamn hurricane. It was Robby, but that should’ve been impossible. Either she was having one of those vivid Christmas dreams or her boyfriend was actually outside her window somehow. Both seemed unbelievable.
“Hurry up, Jessie!” he said. “It’s colder than penguin’s ass out here. Only your ass can warm me up at this point.”
“Holy shit, it is him!” Jessie gasped.
There was no denying it. Only Robby could’ve said something so crude, yet so cute to her on a cold winter night. That meant he was really there. It wasn’t a dream.
With the energy of a kid on Christmas morning, Jessie shot up from the bed and over towards the window. Sure enough, she saw Robby outside, standing atop a ladder with his hand pressed against the glass.
Where he got the ladder and why he was here instead of Florida were just some of the many burning questions she had. Seeing the heavy snow falling outside, she set them aside and opened the window so he could get in. As soon as the window opened, he crawled into her small, yet cozy room. He was shivering, despite wearing multiple layers, but he still had that goofy, lovable smile on his face. Not questioning whether or not it was a dream, Jessie just took him in her arms and hugged him.
“Robby! Oh my God, it is you!” Jessie exclaimed.
“Yep,” he said, shivering as he hugged her back. “I’m here. Tropical weather, warm beaches, and sunny mornings were nice and all for the holidays…except, it didn’t have you.”
“And you ditched your family to be with me, your hapless girlfriend?” she said curtly.
“I didn’t ditch them. They urged me to come here. Even my dad said this is where I should be on Christmas…with the woman I love, in her time of need, celebrating the holidays with her.”
“That…might just be the most romantic thing any man has ever said to me.”
“You mean fully clothed, right?”
“No, Robby. I don’t,” Jessie said strongly.
Her heart was racing. In an instant, the notion that she would endure a lonely, uneventful Christmas faded completely. Even if she couldn’t spend it in Florida with Robby’s family, just being in his arms and feeling his loving embrace was enough to reinvigorate her holiday spirit…among other things.
In an outburst of passion and holiday spirit, Jessie kissed her thoughtful boyfriend with all the love and heart of a million Christmas specials. He eagerly kissed back, even as he shed the heavy coat he’d been wearing to brave the cold. However, she quickly made it clear that she didn’t want him to stop there.
“Robby…you came all this way to be with me,” she told him. “So be with me.”
“Well, I was going to ask for some hot cocoa to warm up first,” he said playfully, “but if this is how you want to warm me up…”
Jessie didn’t let him finish. She was too excited and impassioned to waste another second of this Christmas miracle. Robby was here now, in her room and in her arms on Christmas Eve. That was proof enough that he loved her just that much. Her only Christmas wish from that point forward was to return that love and that wasn’t something she could do fully clothed.
Not caring how wet and cold his clothes were, Jessie helped him strip out of them bit by bit. By the time he was down to his boxers, his skin still felt so cold, but his lips felt so hot. That was all the reason she needed to jump him where he stood, throwing her arms and legs around him and her body heat mesh with his.
The cold and the long trip must have made him extra impassioned as well. As soon as he caught her in his arms, he carried her over to her bed. Together, they crawled under the covers where they made out like a couple of horny prom dates. Already, she felt his flesh warming up, but hers was already too hot to bear. It led her to remove her sleeping attire, with Robby’s help.
“Off…get it all off,” Jessie urged him.
She quickly slid her tight-fitting cotton shirt off over her head while Robby removed her sweatpants, panties and all. His boxers soon followed, revealing a semi-hard dick that even the December cold couldn’t temper. It showed just how much he wanted her sex and her love.
“Ooh Jessie,” Robby gasped as he took in her naked body.
“Robby…make love to me,” she told him.
For a moment, he just gazed at her with his loving eyes. It felt like the gaze of a Christmas angel, one who’d answered her payers for a holiday miracle. There wasn’t just a deep love in his eyes. There was a desire to mend the pain of so many cold and lonely holidays.
Those feelings, and the powerful desires behind them, led him to embrace her naked body as only he could. Jessie eagerly embraced him back with desire of her own, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he got on top of her. Then, in what might have been the greatest Christmas gift anyone had ever given her, Robby made love to her.
It was so raw, yet focused…so intense, yet affectionate. Under the thick covers, the rippling muscles of his manly body glided against the sensual curves of her feminine figure. His flesh melded with hers, sinews entwined like a million pieces coming together to form a single whole. Her body welcomed his, taking him into her depths and feeling his flesh, as well as his love, fill her with every movement.
The sensations that followed were intense and hot, not an easy feat on such a cold, snowy night. It didn’t matter, though. They could’ve been at the North Pole and it wouldn’t have mattered. She and Robby were going to make hot sex and passionate love tonight. There was no way around it.
Jessie had no idea how long they went at it or how many times she’d climaxed in the process. With Robby, it was so easy to lose track. It could’ve been as many as ten, but no fewer than three. All she knew that when all was said and done, they were warmer and more content than any couple could’ve been on Christmas Eve.
“I love you, Jessie,” Robby said to her, breathless from so much spent passion.
“I love you too, Robby,” she told him, “and thank you…for making this the best Christmas ever.”
“You’re welcome, babe.”
They shared one last passionate kiss before settling into a blissful state of post-coital afterglow. Now lying atop his naked body, the thick comforter draped over them, Jessie gazed up at her wonderful lover. He looked so happy, despite not being with his family in a tropical climate. The way he held her in his arms made clear that there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
She made sure he knew the feeling was mutual, holding him closely and listening to his heart beating in his chest. She made sure he fell asleep knowing how much she loved him. She could do no less for the lover that had captured her heart and saved her Christmas spirit.
The next morning, Christmas morning, Jessie awoke to find that her lover was still in her bed and they were still as naked as they’d been when they fell asleep. Robby was still fast asleep. Being a deep sleeper, especially after sex, she didn’t expect him to wake up for a good long while.
That was just fine with her, though. Jessie would’ve been perfectly content spending the whole day like this, lying in bed with her lover and creating all sorts of sexy Christmas memories.
However, that plan fell apart the moment her bedroom door opened and her mother entered, leaning hard on her crutches and looking as restless as any adult on Christmas morning.
“Jessie, are you up yet?” her mother greeted, as though she didn’t even noticed Robby.
“Mom?!” Jessie gasped, immediately holding the comforter up to her naked body a little closer.
It was embarrassing, but not as mortifying as it could’ve been. Her mother knew she was a grown woman. She also knew that she and Robby had been intimate before. That still didn’t mean she liked her mother barging in her room when she was naked with her lover.
However, she didn’t seem all that taken aback and Robby barely stirred from his slumber.
“I put the coffee on. If you want to open presents, get up and get dressed already,” her mother told her.
“Mmm…sounds good,” said Robby groggily.
Still holding the blanket up to her body, Jessie was confused, if not mildly amused. She looked over at Robby, who had that goofy smile on his face again. Then, she looked back at her mother, who had a similar smile. She had a lot of questions, but she had a feeling the answers weren’t going to make this Christmas any less memorable.
“Um…mind filling me in on some context here?” Jessie asked awkwardly.
“Jessie, sweetie,” her mother said with a wide grin, “who do you think lent him the ladder?”
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I love this time of year. I love Christmas, the holidays, and everything associated with it. I’m the kind of guy who puts his Christmas tree up a few days after Halloween, does all his Christmas shopping before Thanksgiving, and gets drunk on eggnog when the first Christmas special airs.
My love of Christmas even extends into my erotica/romance career. I wrote an entire book around the premise of mixing seasonal cheer with an overtly sexy story. It’s called “Holiday Heat” and if you’re looking for a sexy gift that doesn’t involve handcuffs or anything leather-studded, this will fill that need, among others.
I hope I’ve made clear by now just how much I love Christmas. I’ll definitely be doing plenty of celebrating over the next few days, with and without my pants on. I’m at that stage in my holiday celebration where I’m watching all my favorite Christmas specials and discovering new ones.
Now I have a soft spot for the classics. I can watch the “Charlie Brown Christmas Special” again and again and still love every second of it. I can watch “The Santa Clause” and “Die Hard” just as much. Then, there’s “Bad Santa.” I don’t think I need to explain why I love that movie so much.
As much as I love those movies, there is one particular Christmas special that is near and dear to my heart. It’s necessarily the most iconic or the most sexy, but it’s been a favorite of mine since I was a kid. Naturally, it involves comic books, which I seem to cite a lot on this blog. Even more naturally, it involves X-men, which I cite more than most.
Back in the mid-90s, there was a sizable glut of comic book themed cartoons. I know because I watched damn near every one of them. My priorities were survive school, get home as fast as possible, and watch cartoons. X-men, particularly the 90s animated series that ran for 76 episodes, was one of those cartoons.
It may seem a little dated now, but for its time, this was the alpha and omega of all things X-men. It was the avenue through which many X-men fans were created. Naturally, I was one of them. Just as naturally, it had a Christmas special.
That special was called “Have Yourself A Morlock Little Christmas.” It’s one of the few episodes where the X-men don’t fight aliens, killer robots, or super-villains. Instead, they seek to help the Morlocks, a group of outcast mutants who live in the sewer to escape anti-mutant persecution. Not surprisingly, their Christmas isn’t very festive, but that doesn’t stop the X-men from making their holiday a little more awesome.
It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s not going to make you cry or vomit. It’s just going to put a smile on your face for all the right reasons. While there may be other Christmas specials in the future, this one will always have a special place in my heart. If you’re an X-men fan or a comic book fan in general, I highly recommend you add this to your holiday viewing schedule.
I can’t post the entire episode here on this blog without earning the wrath of Marvel’s army of lawyers, but here’s a clip that should show what this episode has to offer.
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