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Personal Thoughts On Retirees, Lottery Winners, And Work

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A lot of people like to dream about what they’d do if they suddenly won the lottery and never had to work again. Only a select few are ever that lucky and a not-insignificant portion of those winners don’t end up happy when that dream is realized. As someone who plays and contemplates the lottery, I’m just as guilty of entertaining that dream.

A less audacious dream involves retiring comfortably. For that, there’s less luck is required. If you work hard for years, saving money and planning responsibly, you can eventually stop working altogether and just live out the rest of your days in comfort. Not everyone gets to that point, but for those that do, it’s worth celebrating. I know this because more than a few friends and family members have retired.

I bring this up because I found myself contemplating this recently. Over the holidays, there were significant stretches in which I didn’t have to work, travel, or do much of anything. I don’t deny that it was relaxing. I definitely enjoyed it. However, after a few days, I found myself feeling restless.

Some of that has to do with me being a morning person. In general, I’m always up early. I’ve been that way since high school. I don’t know if I can ever condition myself otherwise, but during this stint of time, it was somewhat jarring. I woke up. I checked my email. I did a little writing. Then, the sun rose and the day began, but I didn’t know what to do with myself.

While I did find things to do, I realized that I’m not very good at managing long stretches of unstructured time. If I don’t have something to do or a place to be, I get a little anxious and not in a productive way.

During this time, I found myself feeling tired at one in the afternoon. I found myself starting random things, but not finishing them. I tried to relax, but I think I might have tried too hard. By trying so hard, I just stressed myself out and achieved the exact opposite of relaxation.

It leads me to wonder whether I could actually handle a scenario in which I didn’t have to work or anything. If I won the lottery tomorrow, would I even want to just stay home all day? If I retired tomorrow and didn’t have to worry about money for some reason, what would I do with myself?

I know more than a few retirees who occupy their time with many things, but I’m not sure those things are for me. Some of that might just be due to generation gaps. Other reasons might be more personal.

For one, I’m still single. I have no wife or kids to look after. If I did, then I might feel differently about having too much time to myself. Right now, all I know is that I don’t do well when I don’t have some sort of job, task, or goal ahead of me. It can’t just be writing novels and sexy short stories. I need other things to occupy myself.

It was a strange revelation, but one I’m glad I experienced. It gives me a reason to contemplate how I’ll manage myself in the future if I retire or become successful enough that I don’t have to work. Luckily, I’m still relatively young and I have plenty of time to plan that out.

Some people can be happy lying around the house all day doing nothing. There’s nothing wrong with those people. I hope they achieve their dreams, as well. I just don’t think I’m that kind of person. One day, I hope I have a chance to see what I can do with that kind of time. Until then, I feel lucky that I have the life I have.

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“New Years Bang” A Sexy Short Story For New Years Day

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Happy New Year everybody! I hope everyone is starting off this new year and new decade on a high note. The following is a sexy short story to help usher in this new era. It’s simple, direct, and sexy on multiple levels. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it gets you excited about the year to come. Enjoy!

Back home, they called her the Blue-Collar Bombshell.

In college, they called her the Voluptuous Valedictorian.

At her first job, they called her the Workaholic Wonder Woman.

Victoria Walters never cared for those titles, but she understood where they came from. She learned from an early age that to succeed in her lofty ambitions, she had to overachieve just to get the minimum of what others got with half the work. It wasn’t fair, just, or logical, for that matter. Those were just the circumstances that she had to endure if she wanted to be successful in the cut-throat world of Wall Street.

It hadn’t been easy. The first day Victoria walked into a firm, people mistook her for someone’s secretary or an air-headed bimbo who’d slept with half the Board of Directors to get her job. People still gave her that look, even after earning her way into one of the most prestigious investment firms in New York. She’d learned to shut it out, but she couldn’t ignore the obstacles that came with it.

“They’re going to look at you and assume you got where you are because of your bra size,” her old college professor had told her. “You can’t convince everyone otherwise, but that doesn’t matter, so long as you convince those who matter.”

Victoria took that lesson to heart. Since she began working in Wall Street, she’d gone above and beyond for those who signed the checks. She worked longer hours than anyone else. She took fewer vacations than anyone else. She was at the office on Christmas and the 4th of July, plugging away at the work others didn’t have the drive to do.

Eventually, the right people began taking notice. Within a few years, Victoria had worked her way up in the firm, gaining more responsibilities, respect, and money along the way. She’d gotten to a point where she made more than the men who used to hit on her during meetings. She’d even evoked bitterness and resentment for having a better apartment than the men who once wrote her off as another pretty face. Victoria tried not to take too much satisfaction in those looks, but every bit of vindication helped.

However, even those small victories only went so far. Victoria had achieved a lot more success than anyone thought someone her age, gender, and body type could get without blowing half the senior managers. Her biggest obstacle, it seemed, was burning herself out.

Victoria still worked longer and harder than the rest of her peers. She still hadn’t taken a vacation since high school and rarely took holidays off. Then, after seeing other colleges with half the responsibilities and a quarter of the paycheck suffer mental breakdowns, she decided to do something about it.

“What’s the point of working so hard if I can’t enjoy the fruits of my labor?” she’d asked herself one fateful night several years ago.

That question had since been answered. The answer was what brought her to an upscale hotel suite in Midtown Manhattan that she’d rented for the night. It also happened to be New Years Day, the only holiday that she’d taken off for the entire year. While the festivities in Times Square were over, hers were just about to begin.

Victoria could’ve done many things with her generous salary and latest holiday bonus. She could’ve flown to Florida for the weekend, spent the day at a luxury spa, or seen the most exclusive show in the city. Instead, she decided to use some of that wealth to hire a dozen of New York’s finest male escorts to spend the afternoon with her.

Despite its less-than-legal status, escorts were a tradition of sorts on Wall Street. Most of the men she worked with – including those who claimed to be happily married – saw a few escorts on the side. It was part of the culture of excess and indulgence. For the men, it was a normal thing. For a woman, especially one who regularly got hit on by handsome young men, it was not so normal.

That was part of why Victoria chose to do it. If she was going to defy convention by earning her way to the top of Wall Street’s hierarchy, then she might as well indulge on her own terms. That still came with challenges. She remembered their reaction when she first hired them.

“Wait…you want to pay us to spend the afternoon with you?” one of the escorts had asked upon meeting her. “You, a woman who looks like she could get hired at the strip club down the street on the spot?”

“Yes,” she told him assertively while flashing a wad of cash. “Is that going to be an issue?”

“No, ma’am. Not at all!”

The reactions from the rest of the male strippers varied. Most were probably used to satisfying lonely wives or rich widows. A beautiful woman with deep pockets hiring them for an afternoon must have been rare, but that only motivated them.

Having gathered them in the opulent living room in her hotel suit, she admired the quality of the men that her deep pockets had afforded. They were tall, well-built, and well-endowed, according to their profiles. They looked like models from a fitness magazine, minus the Photoshopping. They were the kind of men who might have dominated social circles back in her home town where star athletes got to indulge.

In this instance, however, she was the one in charge. That didn’t just remind her how far she’d come. She found it both exhilarating and arousing.

“Thank you all for joining me on this fine New Years Day,” Victoria said to them as they lounged about the opulent suite. “As per the terms of our agreement, your donations have been secured. Your phones will remain outside this room and turned off. You will also forget my name the second you walk out of here and I don’t intend to learn yours.”

“Works for me, ma’am,” said one of the escorts. “I don’t mind a little structure in this business.”

“Good,” she said, “because so long as I’m funding this gathering, I’m in charge. That means when I say get naked, you do so without question. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am!” they all said like loyal soldiers.

They responded to her authority, which might have just been an extension of the money she’d paid them. They also responded to her appearance.

Victoria had just finished prepping herself in the bathroom. She’d arrived in one of her high-end business suits, not unlike the one she’d worn to a board meeting three days ago. She exited the bathroom in nothing but a red silk bathrobe.

Seeing so many handsome men, knowing they would fulfill whatever desires she wished, heightened her excitement. For the past year, she’d deprived herself of many comforts and pleasures, including the intimate kind. She had a lot of pent desires to vent.

“Good,” said Victoria, still speaking with authority, “then let’s dispense with furthers formalities and get out of these itchy clothes. In case you need incentive, I’ll go first.”

With a mix of attitude and seduction, Victoria undid the sash of her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body to a room of handsome men. Having probably seen one too many unattractive housewives who were more botox than woman, they reacted strongly. Some were already loosening their pants in anticipation of what was to come.

“I’m liking this gig more and more,” said one of the studs.

“Me too,” said the one next to him. “I might not have to think about my ex for a change.”

“I’m glad you approve,” Victoria said, “but less talking. More stripping!”

The men got the message. They all shed their clothes with an urgency that was probably not typical of male escorts tasked with entertaining horny women. Victoria didn’t want a striptease. She didn’t want a spectacle, either. She wanted to see an abundance of beautiful, alluring man meat and that was what she got.

One by one, every man removed whatever they had on, including their underwear. They made no effort to hide their muscular upper bodies or their well-proportioned dicks. Each man had an endowment that was definitely above average. Victoria had seen enough unsolicited dick pics to know what qualified as big and she had plenty to choose from.

Seeing so many attractive, naked men before her, an eager smile formed on her face. Victoria hadn’t smiled much over the past year. Her job and her ambitions were so serious. It felt good to express a little joy at the prospect of greater indulgence.

It was still just the beginning. The best of her New Years festivities were yet to come.

“It’s time, you handsome studs,” Victoria said intently. “Come. Let’s get acquainted.”

For the first time in a year, she dropped the hard-nosed persona that dissuaded so many would-be love interests and offered herself to a group of men. They all accepted that invitation, gathering around her like worshippers eager to take in her holy energy. However, there was nothing holy about what they were going to do.

Most still stood back, just admiring her naked body and stroking their dicks to them hard. A few bolder men moved in and began fondling her body. She was already horny. She had enough pent-up sexual energy to have her way with every stud at least once. This just got her blood and juices flowing in all the right directions.

The first and boldest stud went right for her breasts, taking them in both hands and kneading them with the utmost care.

The second came up behind her and grasped her heart-shaped butt, admiring the toned featured that good genes and exercise had shaped for years.

The third and fourth came in from the side, taking turns caressing her face before offering a hungry kiss.

Victoria accepted that offer, initiating a bombardment of foreplay. Like true professionals, they started off slow, getting a feel for her body and how she liked to be touched. It quickly escalated. Before long, they were pinching her nipples, nibbling around the side of her neck, and trailing gentle fingers up her voluptuous curves, highlighting every womanly feature to the utmost.

It felt good. It felt even more overdue than last year.

“Mmm…your touching,” she gasped. “Such skilled hands. I love it!”

“We aim to please, ma’am,” whispered the handsome stud who’d been fondling her ass.

Victoria laughed and purred in approval. She also showed her appreciation by kissing the men at her sides. She made sure to use plenty of tongue, communicating the raw desire she felt in their grasp. They got the message loud and clear. One of the men just watching from afar took action.

“I think we need to sharpen our aim,” he said with a suggestive undertone.

As the other men kept the foreplay going, one of the men with a slimmer build skillfully slipped in and knelt down so that he was face-to-face with her pussy. She was already aroused, but there was room for improvement and Victoria had made clear that she liked to go above and beyond.

This particular stud must have had similar tendencies because he went to work eating her out as though it were the most delicious pussy he’d ever tasted. He was both focused and spirited, two traits anyone on Wall Street could admire.

He used strong hands to push her thighs apart slightly and a skilled tongue to tease her tender folds. He demonstrated a keen understanding of female anatomy, finding her most sensitive areas and stimulating them with surgical precision. It sent surges of sensations coursing through her body, making her moan in ways she hadn’t moaned all year.

“Oohhh fuck!” Victoria moaned, her Wall Street vulgarity mixing with her burning desires. “That’s it! That’s what I want!”

“Mmm…I can tell,” said the man eating her pussy.

“So can I,” said the man fondling her breasts.

She would’ve laughed if their observations weren’t so accurate. Already, her nipples were hard. Her pussy was wet. All the overthinking and overanalyzing she did for 364 days out of the year gave way to basic, primal desires. For one day, Victoria was going to act on them. Moreover, she was going to pursue them to the utmost.

The men continued doing their jobs. They touched, fondled, groped, and kissed with the skill she’d come to expect from professional gigolos. The man eating her pussy out kept at it, lapping his tongue along her tender folds and to prime her body for the main event. While Victoria had been known to take her time and exercise patience in her work, she didn’t dare wait. She was ready for more.

“Enough! No more formalities!” Victoria said intently. “I need to fuck! And I need it now!”

“You’re the boss, ma’am,” said the stud behind her.

“And a very generous boss, at that,” teased the one who’d been kissing her neck.

The men coordinated like the true pros they were. The men behind her and to her side backed away. The man giving her oral sex pulled back too, but not before giving her clit one last tease. Then, the man who’d been fondling her breasts lifted her up in his muscular arms and laid her down.

They took full advantage of the space she’d cleared in the center of the room, having already laid out a plush rug with several pillows within reaching distance. They all gathered around, encircling her and surrounding her with manly bodies at every angle. The man who’d laid her down even retrieved one of the pillows and placed it under her head, ensuring plenty of comfort for the next part.

That next part, however, promised to test each one of these well-paid gigolos more than her. Victoria sensed these men thought they knew what they were getting into when she hired them. She was just a pretty face in a big city, looking for a little holiday indulgence. They had no idea what they were in for.

As each stud got comfortable with the elaborate setup, Victoria immediately located the man with the hardest erection and the biggest dick. She then pointed to him with an authority that she rarely got to exercise in her office.

“You!” Victoria said. “Get over here. Get on top and fuck me like the boss bitch you think I am!”

“Hell yes, ma’am!” said the man.

That well-endowed man, who she sensed liked domineering women, couldn’t comply fast enough. The stud who’d laid her down couldn’t get out of his way fast enough, either. He moved off to the side and started stroking his dick like the others, working to get fully erect so they could get their turn.

Victoria had every intention of giving them that turn. It could only help by showing them what they were in for once that time came.

That first lucky stud got on top of her, just as she asked. He then aligned that big, hulking dick of his with the entrance to her pussy. With her powerful gaze still locked with his, he thrust his hips forward and entered her. As soon as Victoria felt that intense, powerful feeling of manly flesh penetrating feminine depths, the dam finally burst. All that sexual energy that had built up since her last New Years celebration came pouring out.

“Ohhh yes!” she exclaimed. “Ooh that dick! That big, beautiful dick! I feel it!”

After that first round of sensations, it was on.

Like a repressed nymphomaniac, she threw her arms and legs around the nameless man on top of her and hungrily kissed him. Encouraged, he began doing his stud duties, humping her with a focused vigor usually reserved for crude fantasies and cruder passions.

It might have been sex in a simple missionary position, but made sure there was nothing simple about it. She supplemented every thrust, digging the balls of her feet into the stud’s lower back, adding a little extra force every time he probed her depths with his dick. It intensified the sensations and the pace, evoking the kind of grunts and gasps that separated the men from the studs.

“Damn! Look at that girl fuck,” said one of the men watching.

“It’s like she ain’t been laid all year,” said another.

“A girl as pretty and rich as her? I find that hard to believe.”

“And yet, I totally believe it.”

They all watched with a mix of curiosity and awe. Victoria even dared to put on an erotic show for them, raking her fingers down the back of the stud as he fucked her and talking dirty in ways that would’ve made even an experienced stockbroker gasp. They were probably used to lonely housewives or drunken bridesmaids looking for a cheap thrill. They probably weren’t expecting to fuck a woman like her so bluntly and get paid for it.

Being in the investment banking business, Victoria understood incentives better than most. She put plenty of incentive on display as she fucked the stud on top of her every bit as hard as he fucked her. Together, their naked bodies rocked in a heat of sexual movements. He soon had her on the brink. Knowing she’d need more than one tonight, she made it abundantly clear that these were real, unfaked orgasms.

“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!” she panted as the feeling approached. “I’m coming! I’m going to…come…so hard! Oohhh!”

It seemed to catch the stud on top of her by surprised. Even to a professional gigolo, women weren’t supposed to come that quickly. Women were supposed to be difficult to pleasure. Either she was a special kind of woman or she was just that horny. Victoria could care less which was ultimately true. She just wanted to enjoy a rare dose of unfiltered pleasure.

That pleasure was as exhilarating as it was overdue. She was overtly theatrical in front of the watchful gaze of the other men, bending her legs back and curling her toes as she let out an orgasmic cry that echoed throughout the hotel suite. Every wave of pleasure felt like a steady rain over an arid desert, filling a need that she hadn’t filled all year. It was beautiful, intense, and fulfilling. Even for all the money she’d paid for the services of professional gigolos, she couldn’t put a price on such a feeling.

It was so intense that the man on top of her had to slow his thrusts, the hard contractions around his dick adding extra tightness to their sex. In doing so, he ended up climaxing as well. She felt it in the way his body shuddered and his grip on her hips tightened. He was barely able to pull out from her throbbing heat before he released his load.

“Ohhh fuck!” he grunted as he released his load on her torso.

“Whoa! That must have been some pussy,” said one of the studs who’d gotten a perfect view of the money shot.

“I know. Now, I want try it!” said another.

“Then, what are you waiting for?” Victoria said, still on an orgasmic high. “Come on in! Have at it! I’ll fuck every one of you.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” said the man who happened to be the closet.

With the other men cheering him on, the stud with the hardest dick pushed his fellow gigolo aside and got into position. He was less careful than the first. He swiftly pushed her legs further apart, hitching them over his shoulders, and thrust his rigid manhood into her still-moist folds. Before Victoria could finish processing her first orgasm, another man was already humping her hard and rocking her world.

“Yes! Yes! More dick! More sex! More!” she panted.

“That’s it, boss! Take it like you wanna!” said one of the men.

“It’s official! This bitch is already my favorite client,” said the one next to him.

Victoria slipped deeper into a decadent daze, the sounds of hot sex mixing with the raucous cheers of handsome men cheering them on. There was nothing refined or skilled about her approach at this point. The men just needed to hump and she could take care of the rest.

While the second stud did his part, things got a bit more chaotic. Other impatient men moved in, waving their dicks in her face while fondling her bouncing breasts. Victoria gladly accommodated them, licking and suckling their dicks as she got fucked. Beyond stepping up the decadence, it showed she could multitask. The professional studs quickly took notice.

Several men gathered around her head, holding their dicks out and tempting her to have a taste. Victoria took them up on the offer, giving brief, yet thorough doses of oral sex to each. It allowed more men to participate in the fun while also getting them hard. She was somewhat sloppy, a natural byproduct of having no personal life, let alone an active sex life. That didn’t stop the men from enjoying it.

“Yeah! Lick it! Taste it!” said one of the men after getting sucked off.

“Damn! She’s a hungry nympho,” said another. “And here I was thinking she couldn’t handle this much man meat.”

“I’m starting to wonder if there’s enough of us,” said another stud, watching as she got fucked harder.

Victoria barley heard their comments. She was already close to climaxing again. She wasn’t as theatrical as she was before, but that was largely due to her having a dick in her mouth at the time. It didn’t make the feeling any less exhilarating. After barley having time for herself all year, she had a lot of catching up to do.

Only the man humping her seemed to noticed, but he barely slowed down. He kept going while her body was racked by another orgasmic release. Unlike the first stud, he didn’t pull out when he climaxed. Victoria didn’t mind, having already made the necessary preparations. It just ensured their debauchery was bound to get messier.

“I’m ready to…come! Ohh fuck!” he said.

“Hurry up, man! Some of us want another shot at that pussy!” said a guy standing right next to him, holding his dick in anticipation.

The man got his fill, releasing most of his load inside her before pulling out briefly after. Then, the horny stud next to him practically shoved him away so that he could take his place. Even with her body reeling from multiple orgasms, she eagerly accepted him, holding her legs apart so he could enter her and keep the sex going.

“Ooh yeah! You are one special boss bitch!” the man said as he humped her.

“Mmm…you got that right,” Victoria quipped with two dicks waving in her face.

The decadent chaos further escalated. There was less and less need for her to give directions. At this point, it was a full-blown gangbang. There were a dozen well-endowed men and a very willing woman. In terms of New Years festivities, it beat the hell out of any fireworks.

Victoria abandoned any elaborate plan or system to guide such acts. It was just a matter of horny men waiting their turn and her expunging a year of sexual energy. She remained on her back for two more studs, shifting her legs and torso at times to mix things up. One even licked her feet and sucked her toes, which she found uniquely erotic, so much so that she had another orgasm. Her world kept rocking and these stud men kept it rocking hard, much to her delight.

All the while, Victoria kept giving oral sex to any stud who sought it. She remained somewhat sloppy, so much so that a good bit of her makeup and lipstick got smeared. The men didn’t seem to mind, though. One even blew his load right into her face, getting half of it in her mouth and the other half on her cheek. She didn’t mind, either. She just licked it up while casting the other studs and erotic gaze, tempting them to continue feeding her burning desire.

“Keep it coming, studs. Let’s keep this New Years gangbang going!” Victoria proclaimed.

It was the antithesis of the uptight, well-kempt, disciplined professional that she’d been since grade school. Just hearing those words in her own voice sounded strange. At the same time, it was oddly thrilling. The nameless gigolos surrounding her had no idea why this meant so much to her, but they didn’t seem to care.

They weren’t being paid to ask why she needed so much sex on New Years Day.

They were being paid to fuck her until she was satisfied.

To that end, they began coordinating more. At one point during another round of heated humping, one of the studs flipped her over so that she was on all fours. From there, one of the studs could fuck her from behind so that she could focus more on giving oral sex to the men in front of her. It proved both efficient and decadent.

More orgasms followed, both from her and from the manly studs fucking her. Victoria’s sex drive was in overdrive. Even these professional gigolos had a hard time keeping up. All they could do was keep themselves hard and keep the gangbang going. Being professionals, they did their part.

The pace of their humping intensified. As more studs fucked her doggy style, they did so with more fervor. The sound of pelvises smacking into her butt filled the room, along with the grunts, moans, and cheers. By then, the whole suite reeked of sweat and sex. Victoria hadn’t known that scent in a year. It was dirty and lurid, but she loved it, so much so that she craved bolder sex acts.

“My ass!” Victoria said. “Do my ass, too!”

“Just when I thought this couldn’t get crazier,” said one of the studs who hadn’t had his fill yet.

“Good thing we bought lube!” said another.

That was another special request she’d prepared ahead of time, making sure there was lube on hand for whatever sex act she desired. Victoria didn’t always crave something that extreme, but after the year she’d endured, she needed it.

The experienced studs knew what to do. After the one humping her pussy got off, another came in with a bottle of lube in hand. He quickly applied a generous dose. He ended up using half the bottle, making quite a mess on the carpet in the process. Victoria didn’t care. She just pointed her butt up at him, shook it playfully, and welcomed their waiting flesh.

“Come on in,” she said, playfully swatting her ass. “We’re not done yet!”

“Yes, ma’am!” said the stud with the lube bottle.

The handsome man accepted the invitation, grabbing hold of her waist and guiding his dick to her waiting hole. The penetration wasn’t as smooth as before. Victoria groaned and tensed for a moment, waiting for fresh pleasure to wash over the initial sting. That pleasure came quickly. Once her body adjusted, it was on once more. The stud began humping away and the decadence continued.

“Ohhh fuck, that’s tight!” he grunted.

“Well, that gives us an extra hole to work with,” joked another stud.

“That just means she’ll wear us out even faster,” said another in a more serious tone.

“Hey, if that’s what she paid for, that’s what she’s getting!”

Victoria wished her clients were that simple in their thinking. It was ironic how the simplest business practices manifested in whores and gigolos. She had a basic need. She paid these men to fulfil it and they did just that. It was messier, but more fulfilling than spreadsheets and invoices.

With her ass now in play, the studs coordinated with greater creativity. They started by alternating between holes, doing one until she or one of the studs climaxed and then switching to another. It filled her body with more intense sensations, often blurring the line between pain and ecstasy. All the while, she continued giving oral sex to the other studs in front of her, including a few who’d climaxed already and sought another round.

Eventually, the studs made use of their strength and her willingness to engage in every sex act. At one point, they arranged their bodies so that she was fucked from every end. Victoria had a dick in her ass, pussy, and mouth, each slithering and sliding at a steady pace of decadence. It marked the apex of the satisfaction she sought. After a year of conducting such a restrained, disciplined manner, this was her one act of indulgence and it was incredible.

“This feeling…this pleasure…this depraved act of desire…I earned this,” she thought to herself in the midst of so many chaotic sex acts.

Victoria’s thoughts devolved into musings of lust, following basic whims and the sensations that came with them. The gangbang kept going, her naked body rocking to every thrust, pump, and hump. In whatever orifice a dick entered, she savored every bit of it. From every direction, she took in delicious male flesh, following it to multiple rounds of orgasmic ecstasy.

She lost track of how many orgasms she’d achieved, but Victoria was fairly certain that every stud had climaxed at least once. Most ended up on her face, torso, and back, mixing with the sweat that now poured off her body and that of the athletic studs serving her. She even got playful with a few of their peaks, getting two men to pop their loads at once on her tits and having another climax inside both her holes. It was the most playful she’d been all year, which only made it more rewarding.

By the time Victoria neared her limits, some of the studs were already laying back, catching their breath and wiping the sweat from their brow. They had exhausted whatever amount of desire they’d brought with them. By the time the last stud with a working boner had her on the brink, she laid him on his back, got on top of him, and rode him cowgirl style to a final orgasm.

“One more,” Victoria panted as she expended the last bit of desire. “Just…one…more!”

“I’m ready…barely,” grunted the man under her.

The last orgasm was mostly a formality at that point. It wasn’t the loudest or the most elaborate. When it hit, Victoria just arched her back, closed her eyes, and exhaled in accord with the release of pleasure. She did so knowing it might be the last orgasm she shared with a man until this time next year.

The man under her climaxed as well, pulling out just intime to release a small load onto her torso. The rug under them was already messy with various stains, but that was nothing an extra tip to the housekeepers couldn’t resolve. After rolling off the nameless stud, eventually settling into the center of the rug once more, Victoria could finally say it.

She was satisfied.

“Happy New Years, indeed,” she said breathlessly. “Thank you. All you handsome studs…thank you for giving us this.”

“You’re welcome, boss,” said one of the studs who was also catching his breath. “This is a hell of a way to start off the year.”

“Hey, I’ll take it!” said another who was already looking for his pants. “It’s not every day a pretty girl pays my fee for a gangbang like this.”

“Hell, I didn’t think any woman could handle a gangbang like this, let alone enjoy it so damn much,” said one of the older-looking studs.

Victoria, still lying on her side, naked and sweaty, looked around at the equally exhausted studs and smiled. They looked genuinely impressed by her, which she imagined was no easy feat. Professional gigolos encountered all sorts of women with diverse and elaborate tastes. Hers were more unique, to say the least.

Looking at her, even as she bathed in the afterglow of a raucous gangbang, she sensed they respected her for embracing the full extent of her desires. They didn’t know why she exercised them in such a way. They could never understand where she came from or why she did what she did. At the very least, they could appreciate why New Years Day meant something special to her.

“I work so hard,” Victoria told them. “I deny myself so many pleasures, large and small. On one day…the day a new year begins…I indulge. It’s more than just a reward. It’s a reminder of what I have to gain.”

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“(Not So) Silent Night” A Sexy Short Christmas Story

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The following is a sexy short Christmas story that I hope will warm your hearts and heat your loins. It is the most wonderful time of the year, after all. Why shouldn’t it be sexy? Enjoy!

Growing up, Nora Oliver-Winters was the kind of soft-spoken girl that few noticed. She was quiet, keeping to herself and rarely causing a raucous. Her high school sweetheart turned husband, Nicholas Winters, was the same. He was the kind of quiet, reserved boy that few gave a second thought.

When they got together, it seemed so fitting. Some of their friends said that they were the calmest, quietest couple of all time. Those same friends probably didn’t see them around the holidays. That was when they came out of their shell and made a little noise.

“I don’t know what gets into you during the holidays, but it’s really something,” Nora’s father used to tell her.

That was generous on her father’s part, but still accurate. As a kid, Nora was the kind of girl who would squeal with joy before sitting on Santa’s lap at the mall. As a teenager and adult, she would sing loudest whenever Christmas music came on or whenever holiday parties got rowdy. Fittingly enough, her husband was often the one who helped make them rowdy.

She and Nick became the dynamic duo of holidays. They would lead the charge with the festivities. They would organize every event, from a Christmas tree lighting to a choir at the local church. That coordination, along with their shared passion for the holidays, was part of what brought them together. It was also the catalyst for many major milestones.

It was around Christmas when Nick asked her on their first date.

It was on that same Christmas that they shared their first kiss.

It was on Christmas when he proposed to her.

It was also around Christmas when they had their wedding.

It almost felt necessary. Christmas was the time of year when they let their usually reserved passions run free. They tended to share more romantic moments, which rarely stayed quiet. It got to a point where even their parents found it troublesome.

That still didn’t stop them. Even when they spent Christmas at her parents’ rural house, they often made more noise than their families were used to hearing from them. Nora promised her parents that she and Nick would keep things quiet, especially on Christmas Eve after everyone had turned in. She’d even hoped to keep that promise.

However, her husband did not make that easy for her.

“Hey, Nora,” he whispered into her ear, “are you awake?”

“It’s almost midnight on Christmas Eve. What do you think?” Nora quipped, not hiding how restless she was.

“Just checking,” Nick snickered. “It’s the most restless time of the year for us. You know how excited I tend to get…especially on Christmas Eve.”

“I know, Nick. Believe me, I know,” she said.

Already, the temptation that break that promise was there. She and Nick had been lying in bed for over an hour now. It didn’t help that they were in the same bed she’d slept in back in high school, which wasn’t nearly big enough for two adult bodies.

That wasn’t her fault, though. Her parents were the ones who insisted on inviting them, her sisters, and Nick’s parents over for Christmas. Every room was full and her old room just happened to be adjacent to her parents’ room. Her father usually preferred that since she’d been the quietest of his three children. It was only around Christmas that she tended to annoy him.

Nick, wearing only a pair of boxers on a cold December night, didn’t seem to care as he spooned her from behind. She felt him slip his arms around her body, the thin fabric of her red nighty doing little to temper his loving touch. He was always extra affectionate around the holidays. It also didn’t take much to rouse her passions around the holidays, even late at night.

“It’s almost midnight,” Nick whispered into her ear while stroking the nape of her neck. “Christmas will officially be here soon.”

“You keep telling me things I already know,” Nora told him. “You never do that without having a point to make.”

“That’s because I do. And it’s a point worth making.”

Now curious, as well as aroused, she rolled over to face her husband. Still under the covers, cuddling together like a couple of teenagers who’d just snuck into each other’s rooms, she caressed his unshaven face. Even in the dim lighting of her old bedroom, she could see the excitement in his eyes. All the joyous memories they’d shared during Christmas had come rushing back. In recounting such moments, how could anyone sleep?

“For 11 months out of the year, I was a quiet grade-grubber in school. Now, I’m just your typical IT guy who spends his days configuring laptops for overpaid executives,” he said.

“And I’m just your average financial planner at a bank,” Nora replied. “What’s your point?”

“I hope it’s obvious. In all that time, we let a lot of thoughts and feelings build up,” he went on. “No matter how many times we try to explore those feelings throughout the year, something gets in the way. Then, Christmas comes around.”

“And suddenly, we make time,” she said, finishing his thought.

“Exactly!”

That had been a bit too loud, but it didn’t stop Nora from smiling back.

“You want to keep your voice down? My parents are in the other room,” she told him.

“I’m trying to. I want to,” Nick said, his excitement still obvious. “I just don’t think I can.”

Still smiling in her grasp, he deepened their embrace. The warmth of his mostly exposed upper body mixed with hers, creating an intimate setting the likes of which roused more than their Christmas spirit.

Following that restless excitement, Nick drew her into a kiss. It started off soft, as if to see if they could keep their passions quiet on Christmas for once. As soon as she tasted his lips, felt his loving touch, and slipped her arms around his waist under the sheets, the truth became abundantly clear. These passions could not be silenced.

“I’m sorry, Nora,” he gasped in between the hot kissing, “but it’s hard keeping my love for you quiet…especially this time of year.”

“Nick,” Nora said, trying to keep her voice down. “I’m inclined to stop you, but God help me. I don’t think I want to.”

“Then, let’s not fight it!” Nick said, once again sounding louder than she’d promised her father. “We can try to keep it down and still share in the holiday spirit, but…”

His words trailed off. She didn’t bother trying to answer. As if drawn together by holiday magic, they kissed again. This time, it wasn’t soft or simple. It quickly blossomed into something more heated. The next thing she knew, her husband was on top of her, kissing and caressing her with a passion worthy of Christmas spirit.

“Nora…my love,” he said in that deep, manly voice of his.

While embracing and caressing her, he began trailing his lips down her neck. Nora let out a sharp gasp. It was louder than she’d intended, but that didn’t dissuade her lover. If anything, it encouraged him.

From the passionate make-out session, clothes started coming off. Nora’s nighty was the first to go. Nick had her so engrossed in his lips that she barely noticed him pushing it up, revealing her ample breasts to him. Once she did, she gladly helped him remove it, leaving her in just a pair of white panties, which were rapidly becoming a burden.

“Ooh Nick!” she moaned, once again making more noise than she’d hoped.

Again, her love wasn’t dissuaded. Even in the darkness of the night, he navigated his way down her half-naked body. He trailed his lips down her neck, fondled both her breasts with his hands, and sent more shivers of arousal coursing through her body. Nora grasped her pillow and bit her lip, preventing her to making more noise.

That became increasingly difficult as Nick made his way down her torso, taking some extra time to tease taste her cleavage and tease her nipples with his tongue. He knew that drove her wild. It had since their honeymoon. She still managed to keep herself from squealing in delight, but found other ways to communicate her desire.

“Mmm…your panties,” said Nick as after teasing her breasts. “I’m guessing you want them off?”

In lieu of a loud proclamation, she lifted her hips to let him know. He got the message and removed them with ease, rendering her completely naked.

Looking up at her in the darkness of the room, she could still see the passion in Nick’s eyes. She saw how much he loved her and how much he wanted her. In the waning hours of Christmas Eve, the greatest gift he could offer was to share in that love.

“Your love is the greatest gift I’ve ever gotten, Nora,” he told her, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s truly a gift that keeps on giving.”

“Speak for yourself, my darling,” she teased.

“It’s Christmas. Even when it comes to gift giving, actions speak louder than words.”

Nick had always been a man of action. It was one of the many reasons she fell in love with him. Even on Christmas Eve, with parents on the other side of the wall, he didn’t hesitate to prove himself.

Still using his lips and his intimate knowledge of her body, he made his way down to her inner thighs. He pulled the sheets back, exposing her naked flesh to the poorly ventilated air of his old room. Nora didn’t mind. She was so hot for her lover that no amount of December cold could temper her passions.

Nick still made it a point to heat her holiday spirit. With tact and tenderness befitting of a skilled lover, he began giving her oral sex, burying his face in her waiting womanhood. This time, she couldn’t keep herself from reacting.

“Ohhh yes!” Nora gasped.

That was too loud. It had to have woken up someone, but Nick didn’t stop. He kept eating her out, using his lips and tongue to taste her tender flesh, stimulating the spots he knew so well. Even in the dark, he sent shivers of bliss coursing through her body. It was so intense that she had to shove a pillow into her face to muffle more moans.

“Mmm…quick thinking,” Nick teased.

He kept at it, licking and tasting her outer and inner folds. She shifted her body, arching her back and shuddering under the steady surge of sensations. Keeping her delight quiet was next to impossible.

However, she knew that Nick’s oral talents were just the wrapping paper. The real gift was still to come. By the time she achieved full arousal, she couldn’t wait anymore. Even if it was still Christmas Eve, she couldn’t contain her excitement.

“Nick…please,” she gasped through the pillow. “Let’s do it. Let’s share this wonderful gift!”

Again, her lover answered with actions rather than words. Given how much noise they’d already made, that was probably a good thing.

Like a man possessed by a special Christmas spirit, he rose up and shed his boxers. He then laid back on top of her, capturing her lips again and allowing their naked bodies to perfectly mesh. In the darkness, she could feel the hardened flesh of his manhood press against her thighs. Whether it was the holidays or the excitement of making love in his old room, he got every bit as aroused as her.

Their hearts and bodies beckoned for a far greater gift. From passionate instincts, Nora skillfully wrapped her legs around her lover’s waist, drawing them into an intimate warmth to combat the winter cold. With equal skill, Nick aligned his manly flesh with her womanly opening.

Then, in an act that transformed their love into a physical form, he entered her. In that moment, through the perfect union of intimate flesh, their most cherished gift came to life.

“Nora…my love,” he gasped.

“Nick…my lover,” she gasped in response.

That was all they could get out. They could’ve been a lot more vocal, but they managed to mute such loud proclamations with a loving kiss. It seemed to be the only way to temper the noise, but it might have been the most fitting.

With heated kissing and affectionate touching, Nora and her loving husband made love. Nick set the pace of their passion, working his body with hers in a steady, yet heated rhythm. She supplemented his efforts, digging the balls of her feet into his lower back and raking her fingers down his back. Through each thrust and motion, his toned manly sinews glided effortlessly along her feminine curves, creating an intimate heat that perfectly countered the winter cold.

“Mmm…Nick! Oh Nick! Oohhh yes!” she cried out in the brief moments when their lips parted.

“Oh Nora!” he moaned, no longer trying to temper his voice.

That had to have roused someone in the other room. She and Nick were beyond caring at this point. They were making love on Christmas, celebrating the greatest gift two lovers could possibly share. If that meant rousing sleeping parents, then so be it.

Their lovemaking rocked the bed along with their naked bodies. The sheets quickly became ruffled and frame squeaked under the weight of their passion. Her old bed was clearly not designed to accommodate lovers like them. That didn’t stop them from pursuing their passion to the utmost.

As they drew out their love, the clock neared midnight. Christmas was about to officially arrive. Nora was about to arrive as well, her husband’s loving efforts bringing her to the brink of orgasm. She was close. She could sense in every touch and gasp that he was close too. That gave them an opportunity to make this special gift even better.

“Nick…I’m ready,” she whispered into his ear.

Through the darkness, Nora sense his beaming smile. They’d been together long enough and shared plenty of passionate nights. He knew what that entailed.

This time, Nora was the one who let her actions do the talking. While lip-locked in another passionate kiss, she realigned their bodies so that she was the one on top. Now straddling his pelvis, his rigid manhood still deep inside her throbbing womanhood, she took charge of their lovemaking. For the final push to shared ecstasy, she held onto her waist and rode him to a special holiday delight.

“Oohhh Nora! I’m ready too! I’m so…so ready!” Nick moaned.

“Nick…I’m so close! Oohhh Nick!” she cried out.

As the feeling approached, the clock struck midnight. It was Christmas. That meant it was finally time to unwrap their present together.

Together, they exerted the last round of their passions. Nick reached up and caressed her breasts while she leaned back, thrusting upwards while she gyrated her hips. It was a perfect harmony of passion, evoking just the right sensations to send them over the brink and into a world of ecstasy.

“Ohhh Nick!”

“Oohhh Nora!”

In what felt like a true Christmas miracle, they climaxed together. Nora felt her inner depths throb, followed by a wondrous release of ecstasy that washed over her like a gift straight from the North Pole. Nick definitely got his gift as well. She felt it in the way his manhood throbbed inside her, his manly fluids mixing with her feminine juices in a perfect holiday treat.

As they soaked in every sensation, her hands found his. Their fingers became enlaced, as if to guide one another through an ocean of ecstasy. With the waves from that ocean still washing over them, Nora collapsed atop her lover’s naked body where they came together in another kiss.

“I love you, Nick,” she said to him.

“I love you too, Nora,” he replied.

“And now, it’s past midnight. So I can say it. Merry Christmas, my wonderful husband. I hope you enjoyed your gift this year.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, my amazing wife. And yes, I definitely did!”

They kissed again, allowing their bodies to settle into a relaxing afterglow. Nora even managed to pull the sheets up over their naked bodies. Lying naked atop her husband, resting her head on his chest, it was the perfect way to start Christmas.

Then, just as she was ready to nod off again, there was a loud banging on the wall.

“Hey! Keep it down in there, you horny dogs!” yelled the voice of her restless father. “Some of us like to sleep on the holidays!”

Neither she nor Nick said a word. He just smiled awkwardly. She could even see him blushing profusely. Just when they thought they’d gotten away with some noisy lovemaking, they both remembered that the holidays extended beyond their love.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “Guess we’ll have to be quieter next time.”

“Oh Nick,” Nora laughed under her breath. “You know even Christmas miracles have their limits.”

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Merry Christmas!

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To everyone and anyone, I wish you a very Merry Christmas. I hope Santa was good to you this year. Even if you were a little naughty, I hope you find a way to enjoy this very special holiday.

To my friends, family, and everyone who has supported me, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Peace and love to everyone! Merry Christmas.

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Holiday Sexy Musing: Christmas Eve Excitement

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It’s almost here! The countdown to Christmas can officially begin. If you’re a kid, chances are you won’t get much sleep tonight. With presents to open and sugary treats to enjoy, there’s a lot to be excited about. That sentiment applies to adults too, but their excitement is different.

I know this because I’m an adult who loves Christmas every bit as much as I did when I was a kid. It’s still my favorite holiday. I still get giddy and excited like a kid who ate too many sugar cookies. Granted, my love for Christmas has evolved over the years. I’ve come to enjoy giving gifts more than receiving them. It’s a part of the holiday spirit that I gladly embrace.

At the same time, a part of me still wishes I had a special someone to share this holiday with. I love my family and they’ll always be part of my Christmas plans, but one day, I’d like to meet a woman that I can love with all my heart and share in the holiday festivities. I haven’t found that woman yet, but that hasn’t stopped me from musing on the sexy sentiments we could share over the holidays.

With that in mind, I’d like to offer one last musing here on Christmas Eve. In both the holiday spirit and the spirit of all things romantic, I offer these sensual thoughts to those who share my holiday spirit. If you’ve got someone to share it with, then you’ve already got an extra-special gift.

From me to you, I wish everyone a Merry Christmas. Consider this little musing a small, but sincere gift to get your spirits going.

The Christmas tree is up.

The lights are shining bright.

The shopping is done.

The presents are all wrapped.

The eggnog is fresh.

As the final hours tick by and the perfect moment draws near, I hold you in my arms and cherish our greatest gift. It has been another long year. In between moments of love and passion, we endure struggles and strife. From the bitter winter cold to the sweltering summer heat, we’ve once again come full circle.

Together, we made it.

Together, we celebrate.

Surrounded by festive lights and holiday décor, our hearts and souls feel undeniably jolly. As kids, we dreamed of toys and presents to fill us with joy. In time, the greatest gifts become immaterial treasures. Like the spirit of Santa, St. Nicholas, and Father Christmas, we embrace this unique seasonal passion.

Holding you, in front of a roaring fire with roasted chestnuts, I see more than just a present for my heart. In you, I find the true meaning of the holidays. It’s more than just a celebration. It’s an affirmation of everything feeling we’ve shared.

With a simple kiss, we unwrap this precious gift.

With a loving embrace, our holiday spirits fill with festive joy.

With an act of passion, we usher in the holidays.

To you, my love, I can do more than wish you a Merry Christmas.

Together, we can make it more than merry.

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“Early Gift” A Sexy Short (Christmas) Story

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The following is another sexy short story with sexy holiday themes. It’s that time of year. Christmas is almost here! That means the time is right to get together with friends, family, and loved ones to celebrate the season. It’s also a time to share a little festive romance with that special someone. Hopefully, this story gets you in the mood while waiting for Santa. Enjoy!

“Are you ready yet, Richard? The weather isn’t going to get better out there,” said a stressed out and restless Helen Rollins.

“Almost,” answered her equally restless husband, Richard Rollins. “I’m just making sure your parents’ fancy dishes are tightly packed. I don’t need your mom giving crap about me chipping a cup again.”

“I already made her promise she wouldn’t be that petty this year,” she said.

“Doesn’t mean she won’t be. So long as she can piss off my mother through me, she’ll find an excuse.”

Helen rolled her eyes and groaned as she paced restlessly in the living room of the small, suburban house she shared with her husband of two years. She kept going over the list in her head of things they needed to do before heading to her parents’ house for Christmas. What should’ve been a joyous, exciting prospect had been mired in less-than-festive feelings for her and Richard. Many of those feelings pre-dated the holidays.

It had not been an easy year for her and Richard. It might have been the toughest year they’d endured since they got together. She and Richard had been childhood friends, growing up in the same community and coming of age together. He wasn’t the first man she dated, but she still ended up marrying him less than a year after they graduated high school.

However, that was where much of the drama between them and their families started.

Her family had always given Richard a hard time. Her mother once said described him as being good enough to marry, but not great enough to spend the rest of her life with. That was because he came from a broken home, having had a volatile relationship with his father and a less-than-supportive dynamic with his mother. Being the oldest and only girl of her family, her parents had hoped she’d move away and find someone who would lead her to bigger and better opportunities.

On top of that, her mother and Richard’s mother hated each other. Before she and Richard got married, her mother had sued Richard’s because she suspected she stole some rare jewelry that she owned. It got ugly fast, even after she dropped the suit. Nothing was ever proven and nobody went to jail, but that was the catalyst for many more feuds that quickly engulfed their lives.

At one point, Richard’s mother tried to make him enlist in the military in lieu of a baseball scholarship from a nearby college, thinking that would drive them apart. It didn’t work. When his mother tried to plant pot on him to get him expelled, that crossed a line that left scars on Richard’s heart that would never heal.

He could’ve broken up with her, if only to spare himself from more melodrama. Instead, he proposed to her. It showed how much he loved her and how much he wanted to get away from his family. However, it only acted as a catalyst for more melodrama.

“It’s just two days,” Helen kept telling herself as she paced about the living room. “Two days with my parents…two days of them harping on all the crap we went through this past year. We can get through it, right?”

She cursed herself for sounding so unconvincing. She wanted to believe that the holiday spirit would get her parents to overlook the issues surrounding Richard and his family, but even Christmas miracles only went so far.

The past year was a strain on all of them. While she and Richard had graduated college, him distancing himself from his family left him in a financial mess. He needed help and Helen had to convince her parents to assist them. It had not been a pleasant process. Her mother was especially reluctant. Helping Richard, in her mind, meant helping his thieving mother and that disguised her.

They still agreed. To his credit, Richard did his part. He used their money wisely, paying down debts and using the rest to get a business going with his old college teammate. It made for long hours and late nights. Helen did her part, working extra shifts at the hospital where she worked as a nurse. They barely had time for each other, which affected their love life, as well as their holiday spirit.

It didn’t help that her parents constantly pestered her about paying back the loan they gave them. They had fallen behind a few times in recent months, which made things even more volatile. Spending a few days with them, even for the holidays, was sure to bring up plenty of questions and complaints. They just had to endure, which only seemed more daunting with each passing moment.

“Okay, I think they’re ready,” said Richard as he joined her in the living room, looking as restless as him. “I even triple checked to make sure we have every dish.”

“I believe you,” said Helen, “but don’t be surprised if my mother still accuses you of stealing them.”

“I know. And I’ve been practicing my responses,” he said with a sigh. “I’m ready for her scrutiny.”

“Famous last words,” Helen muttered. “You know my mom finds a way and my dad never stops her.”

“I’ll endure. It still beats spending Christmas Eve with my mom and hearing how she pawned my old action figures to make another mortgage payment.”

“And people wonder why we haven’t been in the Christmas spirit all month,” she groaned.

Helen muttered more curses under her breath. She started pacing again, but ended up in Richard’s arms, who tried to ease the tension with an embrace. It helped, but only to a point.

He was as stressed out as her. He didn’t hide how much he resented relying on her family for support. Doing so vindicated their concerns that he somehow held her back, using their resources to rebuild his broken life at their daughter’s expense. It didn’t seem to matter that they loved each other. Helen tried to not let that affect their relationship, but it had only gotten harder this past year.

“We’ll get through this. We’ve gotten through much worse this past year,” Richard told her.

“I believe you,” she said, “but it feels like that’s all we’ve been doing lately.”

“To some extent, we have,” he said sheepishly.

“The extent doesn’t matter. It’s still so wrong!” said Helen, her emotions echoing through her voice. “Every day, it seems, we have to prove ourselves in some absurd way. I somehow have to prove that I made the right choice, marrying someone I loved instead of someone from Estate Hill. And you have to prove you actually know what you’re doing, building a life that your mother tried to destroy.”

“I wouldn’t mind that challenge if we didn’t keep having to prove that to close family members.”

“And that shouldn’t be the case!” she said angrily. “We shouldn’t be in a situation where dealing with family and building our loves needs vindication. You know, when my old roommate married her boyfriend, her family gladly supported them in moving up north for new jobs.”

“I’ll bet that made things nicer around the holidays.”

“That’s just it. I want things to be nice. Hell, I even wrote one of those goofy letters to Santa last week, asking for anything to make Christmas better this year. How pathetic is that?”

“It’s not pathetic, Helen. That’s just where we are right now.”

Now standing in the middle of the living room, Helen fought a round of sobs and buried her face in her husband’s shoulders. He gently embraced her, as he always did. She sensed he was as exhausted as her, unable to muster much strength after everything they’d been through.

It wasn’t right.

It shouldn’t have been this way.

They were young, in love, and building promising lives together. Why wasn’t that enough?

Helen lingered in her husband’s arms, if only to delay the prospect of hitting the road during snowy weather. It would’ve been nice if they could just stay home and spend Christmas in their undersized suburban house. She might have even suggested that if she weren’t convinced her mother wouldn’t use that as an excuse to hate Richard even more.

As they embraced, however, something caught Helen’s eye. She noticed something under their Christmas tree, which was in the corner next to their couch.

“Hey, what’s that?” she asked. “I thought we put all the presents in the trunk of the car.”

“We did,” Richard said as he looked over towards the tree. “I don’t remember that being there.”

Curious, they both made their way over to the tree where Helen retrieved the box. She held it up so Richard could see it too. It wasn’t very big or heavy. There was no tag on it, but it looked like it had been professionally wrapped. Just holding it felt strange.

“Just out of curiosity,” Richard said, “that letter you wrote to Santa…you didn’t send it out, did you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Richard,” said Helen, rolling her eyes. “It was just some act we did at the hospital. Maybe this just got mixed up in the gift exchange or something.”

“Well, what do you think it is?”

“I don’t know,” she said, “but there’s only one way to find out.”

They briefly exchanged looks, unable to come up with any reason to leave it unopened. Following their curiosity, Helen unwrapped the present, which revealed a small black box that resembled a jewelry case. Still seeking answers, she opened it to reveal a dazzling, flower-shaped jewel.

“It’s beautiful,” Helen commented.

“That, it is,” said Richard. “I wish I could take credit for buying it, but there’s no way you’d believe me. It’s not like I could afford something that fancy, even if it were a fake.”

“I’m not sure it’s real or fake,” she said as she looked at it closely. “It kind of looks like this gem my grandmother told me about as a kid. There was even this elaborate story about how a magic gem shaped like a flower gave two tired lovers renewed passion.”

“Sounds like quite a story,” he said.

“And one she claimed was a Christmas story, no less,” Helen added. “But it was just a story. There’s no way it could be…”

Her words trailed off as she reached to touch the gem. Richard reached out to touch it too. As soon as their skin made contact with the shining gem, something unexpected hit them. Like touching a hot stove or an exposed wire, a strange surge hit them both like a bolt of lightning.

What happened next defied the laws of physics, logic, and Christmas miracles. In an instant, all the stress that had cumulated over the past few weeks vanished. All the restlessness, anxiousness, and dismay faded like a fleeting memory. In their place, a new feeling washed over them…a very hot, very powerful feeling that filled them with renewed energy.

“Whoa!” Helen exclaimed.

“What the…” Richard gasped.

It was like a shot of adrenaline. Helen’s heart began pounding in her chest. The air around her suddenly felt 10 degrees hotter. Beneath her clothes, she broke out into a light layer of sweat. She looked over to her husband, who had the same intense look on his face. He looked ready to fight a lion with his bare hands.

The effects were strong, but the effects were concentrated in some parts more than others. Everything around her felt hotter, but the areas between her legs were by far the hottest. Helen instinctively rubbed her thighs together to dissipate the heat, but only made it worse. The effects remained the same.

She was aroused.

She was very aroused, more so than she had been in months.

When she looked down at her husband’s lower body, she noticed a large bulge forming in his pants. His demeanor quickly shifted. He soon had the look of a teenage boy who’d walked into class with an awkward boner.

“Richard,” Helen said, her gaze narrowing on her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, blushing profusely, “I…I don’t know what happened. I just…”

“Do me,” she said, cutting him off before he could ramble on.

Richard blinked a few times in disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something, which was often his first instinct whenever met by an awkward situation. For once, no words came out. He just laughed to himself, smiled at her, and adopted a sense of confidence she hadn’t seen in years.

“Okay, my beautiful wife,” he said. “I’ll do you right here…right now.”

“That might be the most loving, concise thing you’ve ever said,” Helen said.

In a move she hadn’t tried since she was a teenager, Helen jumped her lover’s arms and dared him to catch her. Richard met that dare perfectly, catching her and getting a firm grip on her butt in the process. She rewarded him with the deepest, hottest kiss she’d given him since their wedding day.

Impassioned and motivated like never before, Richard carried her to the couch next to the Christmas tree. Along the way, Helen unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed her pelvis up against the bulge in his pants. That motivated him even more. By the time he set her down on the couch, she’d already gotten his shirt off. From there, he went to work removing her clothes.

“Off! Take them off!” Helen urged him.

Richard heeded her desperate words, pulling her shirt off over her head and practically tearing off her pants. While she unclasped her bra from behind, he removed her panties, rendering her naked in record time.

Usually, getting her clothes off in intimate moments was drawn out. It had to be in order to set the mood and build up her arousal. That wasn’t necessary this time. She was already very aroused. Her inner thighs were so wet that she could’ve melted the falling snow outside. Richard clearly noticed that as well. While he admired her exposed body, she helped him out of his pants.

“Those look tighter than usual,” Helen commented.

“They are,” Richard said, already breathless.

“Then, let’s get them off as well.”

The grin on his face widened as they coordinated to remove those distressingly confined pants. In doing so, it exposed a throbbing erection the likes of which she hadn’t seen since their anniversary. Helen almost forgotten how well-endowed her husband was. Being reminded felt like a gift in and of itself.

“Ooh Richard!” Helen cooed. “Talk about a festive package!”

“Are you talking dirty to me, Helen?” Richard asked.

“Um…sorry?”

“I didn’t say I minded. In fact, I like it!”

As it to convince her, he pounced on her like an alpha male in heat. He quickly pinned her on her back, the worn fabric grinding against her naked skin. She loved that feeling. She loved it even more once Richard began smothering her with hungry kisses and heated foreplay.

They started making out like horny teenagers, fondling and groping one another as though being naked together was a novel concept. She quickly remembered how much she loved it when Richard nibbled on her neck and pinched her nipples. She returned the favor by squeezing that firm butt of his, which filled him with a manly vigor that reminded her why she married him.

Heated foreplay and making out was fun, but it was hardly enough to sate the desire that burned between them. Helen didn’t care that they had to be at her parents’ within the next two hours. She didn’t care that the weather almost guaranteed they would be late and her father wouldn’t accept excuses. She and her husband were going to make love. Nothing short of a Christmas miracle was going to stop them.

“Richard…take me,” Helen whispered into his ear.

Again, he replied with no words. Richard was once again a man of action and it couldn’t have come at a better time.

Still looking at her with unparalleled intensity, he rose up off her, turned her around, and bent her over the edge of the couch. Her shapely butt now pointed right at him, she could feel the desire in his gaze. He wasn’t just going to take her. He was going to ravage her, as only a loving husband could. Helen hadn’t felt so desired all year.

“Brace yourself, my love,” he said to her. “Consider this an early gift!”

With a strength and bravado that raised the bar for husbands everywhere, Richard grabbed her by the waist and aligned his rigid cock with her wet entrance. There was no hesitation or reservation. As soon as she felt the tip graze her outer folds, he entered her with a firm thrust. The quick and sudden melding of their flesh filled her sensations that might as well have been Christmas magic.

“Ohhh Richard!” Helen cried out.

Following the siren’s song of her cries, her husband proceeded to make love to her with a focused passion that rocked her world, literally and figuratively. She clung to the arm of the couch, feeling it rock in accord with each hard thrust. His hard, masculine member slithered effortlessly within her moist, feminine depths. It was like welcoming her lover back into her body, heart, and soul after months of distress.

Richard was just as welcoming. He was quite animated with their lovemaking. As he moved her body with hers, he leaned over and hungrily kissed along her neck, which evoked more cries. He also reached around and fondled her swaying breasts, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing down her spine. He embraced her with the kind of passion that any lover craved. It reaffirmed that their love was genuine. This was just them expressing it in a physical, tangible way.

It felt incredible.

It felt passionate.

It felt like everything she and Richard had wanted, but denied themselves.

It was just what they needed. The fact they received it on Christmas Eve made it feel like a wondrous, yet overdue gift.

“Helen…my love,” he whispered into her ear.

“Richard…I want this. We need this!” she panted.

The pace of their sex intensified. Richard moved his hips faster. The sound of his pelvis smacking into her butt filled the living room. It sent Helen deeper into a sensual daze. Eventually, that daze morphed into a sensual awakening of her own.

At one point during their ravenous humping, Helen flipped the script. She shifted their position, pinning her husband on his back, with one leg draped over the couch, and pouncing upon him like an animal in heat. From there, she straddled his pelvis and rode his cock with the same vigor as he’d dhown her. It caught Richard by surprise, but he didn’t seem to mind.

If anything, seeing his wife ride him like a Christmas sex goddess was a real turn-n.

“Wow! You’re right, Helen. We did need this!” he said with a beaming grin.

Helen just laughed and kept riding, taking his hands in hers and guiding them to her bouncing breasts. He lovingly squeezed them, evoking more moans to supplement the chorus of blissful gasps and grunts.

This was the kind of love that brought them together.

This was the kind of passion that had eluded them for much of the year.

This was the kind of gift that made Christmas special for years to come.

Together, she and Richard savored that gift. They used every ounce of the passionate energy that had overtaken them, going at it like horny teenagers all over the couch. It wasn’t just about getting off. It was about giving substance to their love. That didn’t stop a powerful orgasm from building in her core. Helen felt it approaching inch by inch, like a looming avalanche that she could see in the distance.

She sensed Richard was close as well. He didn’t usually draw sex out this much. They usually didn’t have the time or energy. That was not an issue this time. In his eyes, she saw both a desire to maximize the feeling, as well as a desire to maximize his approaching climax.

“I’m almost there, Richard! I’m almost…there!” Helen panted.

“I am too, Helen. I’m really…really close!” he said through labored breaths.

As they both neared their destination, their bodies shifted once more. Richard was now in an upright position, leaning back on the middle of the couch where it was the softest. Helen was on his lap, her knees planted firmly at each side while she rode his dick through the last leg of their journey. He kept one hand on her breast and the other on her hips, supplementing her every movement with his arms. Helen clung to his shoulders, holding for dear life as the feeling approached.

Their eyes never diverted from one another. His face remained inches from hers, keeping the love in his gaze at the center of her world. It made that ultimate moment when they climaxed together feel both special and cathartic.

“Oohhh Richard!”

“Ohhh Helen!”

In an instant, their bodies achieved a harmonious release. The movements stopped and the basics of pure ecstasy took over. It might as well have been another Christmas miracle.

Helen dug her nails into her lover’s shoulders. Her inner muscles contracted hard around her lover’s cock as every nerve in her core ignited with pleasure. As the avalanche of sensations washed over her, she sensed her lover get his too. She watched as his face contorted with ecstasy, his grip on her tightening as his manhood throbbed inside her. Hot manly fluids mixed with hot feminine juices as the waves of euphoric warmth flowed through them.

In that moment of raw bliss, born through an act of love on Christmas Eve, Helen and the man she’d so eagerly married kissed. Under the light of their Christmas tree and in wake of such a passionate surge, it might have been the most meaningful kiss they’d shared all year. It reminded her why all the stress, struggle, and melodrama was worth it.

“I love you,” she told him.

“I love you too,” he replied, caressing her face as they caught their breath.

“Thank you for this early gift,” she told him. “I still don’t know who sent it or how this happened so suddenly.”

“Does it matter?”

“No, it doesn’t,” she said without hesitation before embracing him closer. “This is what the holidays are about…connecting with those we love after such a long, hard year.”

“I’d say we got the connection part right,” said Richard. “And while I can’t promise that things will go smoothly with your parents, I can promise you this…I’m going to make things better next year. I’m not going to let the little things get in the way of our love.”

“That, my darling husband, might be the second greatest gift you could get me for Christmas,” Helen replied.

They shared a laugh and kissed again, allowing their bodies to settle as they shared in the feeling. Eventually, they were going to have to get dressed, hit the road, and endure her family’s holiday drama. Now, it didn’t seem so daunting anymore.

She and Richard had something rare and beautiful together. It hadn’t been an easy road for them. They had to overcome forces beyond their control. It was easy to overlook the strength of their love when their lives got stressful. Remembering that strength and embracing it on Christmas Eve felt like more than a great gift. It was a sign that their love could carry them through whatever fate had in store for them.

Even so, Helen still had a thank you note to write. She and Richard might have been too old for toys, but that didn’t stop “Santa” from giving them exactly what they needed for Christmas.

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Christmas As A Kid Vs. Christmas As An Adult

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As adults, we tend to see things very differently than we did when we were kids. There are exceptions, of course. I’m almost certain the look on my face when I re-watch an old episode of “X-Men” or “Spider-Man” is the same now as it was when I was a kid. For most things, though, our thinking and our perceptions evolve.

This tends to manifest a lot during the holidays. As kids, we know why we loved Christmas. We got presents. We got over a week off of school. We got to hang out with friends, show off our toys, and eat whatever sugary treats our parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and neighbors put in front of us. What’s not to love?

As adults, it changes considerably and the extent of that change differs from person to person. I know people who tend to see the holidays as a chore as they get older. They rarely look happy or festive. They just look stressed out and constantly complain about how hard it is to find parking at the mall in the weeks after Thanksgiving. Honestly, I feel bad for these people.

For others, Christmas becomes more a formality. It’s like Thanksgiving, but with more decorations, presents, and eggnog. It means having a few days off work and catching up with family, especially if you didn’t get to over Thanksgiving. I can appreciate this too. Most of the people I know tend to see Christmas this way and I think it’s perfectly appropriate.

For me, however, Christmas has taken on a whole new appeal since I became an adult. While I don’t see it with the kind of wide-eyed excitement I did when I was a kid, I still get giddier about it than most people my age. I know this because other people, including close friends and relatives, have told me this directly.

That appeal still took a while to evolve. When I was in college, there was only so much I could do for the holidays. I was flat broke, in debt, and still dependent on my parents for all things festive. For several years, I had to do most of my shopping in the campus mall. While my family and friends never gave me a hard time about it, it did dampen my holiday spirit for a time.

Then, after I graduated, started making my own money, and moved out of my parents’ house, things changed. Suddenly, I could celebrate Christmas in my own unique way. For the first couple years, I didn’t even know what that entailed. Once I got going, though, I learned quickly.

I bought my own Christmas tree. I put it up in mid-November and put way more lights on it than my parents ever did. I started wearing ugly Christmas sweaters and novelty ties. I began shopping for Christmas gifts with more money than a broke college student. They were exciting times, to say the least. In the process, I learned something important about Christmas as an adult.

As a kid, Christmas is all about getting.

As an adult, Christmas is all about giving and giving with heart.

I know that sounds corny. I’m sure that will evoke some groans among those who love complaining about how Christmas has become so commercialized and materialistic. I feel bad for those people too because I couldn’t disagree more.

As kids, it makes sense for Christmas to be about getting stuff. We’re kids. We can’t get our own stuff yet. We can’t work, earn money, and celebrate on our own accord. We’re dependent on our parents and our family. Say what you will about that dynamic, those are the logistics we have to deal with.

Once we become adults, we learn what it means to be part of a community and a family. In that community, we can’t just obsess over getting stuff and not just so we don’t become a villain in a Charles Dickens novel. In the adult world, to get the things we want, be it love or a new iPad, we need to cooperate and connect with one another.

Sometimes it’s with friends.

Sometimes it’s with total strangers.

Sometimes it’s with co-workers, peers, or employers.

One way or another, we have to give ourselves to others in order to get what we want, regardless of what day of the year it might be. That’s what it means to be in a family, a community, and a society. It doesn’t always involve giving something material or wrapped in colorful wrapping paper. More often, it means giving our time, our attention, our affection, and our passion.

It may sound like a chore for some, but it’s very rewarding in amazing ways that science has documented. We are a social species, after all. Socializing, forming bonds, and making others around us happy makes us happy, in turn. Around the holidays, we just add lights, food, family, and festivities to the mix, which tends to amplify the effect.

I can attest to the power of this effect. As an adult, some of my favorite Christmas memories from the reactions I see on the faces of friends and loved ones when they open my gifts. The joy I see when I manage to get them something that they love is a true sight to behold. Given how I take gift-giving more seriously than most people in my family, they know I don’t take it lightly.

Those efforts help make the holidays more rewarding for me and my family. For me, it’s not about getting presents. I still enjoy that part as much as anyone who enjoys getting gifts, but I’ve become more and more fond of the giving part of the holidays. By making it more enjoyable for my loved ones, whether it’s through a gift, a treat, or me wearing a goofy sweater, I get more enjoyment out of it as well.

Maybe my idea of Christmas will evolve again once I meet that special someone and have kids. Until then, I have a clear plan for the many Christmas festivities to come. I’ve already completed my shopping. I’m preparing treats and activities, as well. I intend to give my family everything they’ve come to love and enjoy about Christmas. I may not top the previous year, but I will make that effort. That much, I can promise.

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