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The Dragon Prince Season 4 Comes Out TODAY!

Normally, I don’t go out of my way to highlight certain premiers or debuts of a TV show or movie. Yes, I’ve done so in the past. I allow myself to get a little giddy when I’m genuinely excited for a show. My reaction to the news surrounding X-Men 97 should’ve been proof of that. But in general, I try not to make it a regular thing, taking the time to articulate those sentiments on this site or my YouTube channel. If I do, it has to be an extraordinarily great show or movie that gets me seriously excited.

As it just so happens, “The Dragon Prince” is one of those shows.

I hope I’ve made my love for that show abundantly clear. Even though I didn’t discover it until 2019 when the third season came out, it has quickly become one of my favorite shows, animated or otherwise. It’s not just that it’s a wonderfully well-crafted show, born from the same creative talent that gave us “Avatar: The Last Airbender.” It’s not just that the show has built some truly incredible lore, building an entire fantasy world full of dragons, elves, dark mages, and talking toads.

The show is just uniquely special in how endearing it is, building up all these dramatic elements that really came together by the end of the third season. It’s the kind of show that feels like a kids show in the beginning. But it quickly grows into something so much more, hitting you with all these dramatic moments that are so well-developed from start to finish.

When season three ended, I genuinely thought the show was over. There was no confirmation it would continue after that. Then, a fourth season was announced, but it was all up in the air after all the upheavals caused by the COVID-19 pandemic. I genuinely doubted that a fourth season would ever come, given the lack of news surrounding this series since 2020.

That was then.

This is now.

And today, after a long wait, season four of “The Dragon Prince” has arrived!

I cannot overstate how excited I am to binge this new season. There has been a lot of speculation among myself and fans regarding where the show will go after the third season. The ending to that season wasn’t definitive and certainly left open ended for more conflict. Now, it seems the show and this remarkable world is set to continue evolving.

The only thing we can confirm is that this new season involves a bit of a time skip, which makes sense given how the last season ended. We also know that a lot has changed in that time. Callum is now a high mage. Ezren is now King of Katolis. Rayla is missing, having gone off to hunt for Lord Viren, who survived their last encounter.

Then, there’s the mysterious Aaravos. He’s been a sinister force since season two and he clearly wasn’t defeated along with Viren. He’s now set to take center stage in this new season. And I couldn’t be more excited!

There’s just so much to love about this show. If you’re a fan of fantasy, animation, and cartoons that can be enjoyed by kids and adults alike, this show has something for everyone. And if you’re a big romance fan like me, then this show has a lot to offer in that regard too.

I’ve already highlighted the love story that unfolded between Callum and Rayla. But there are other quality romances within this show, including a few non-heterosexual romances among its incredibly diverse cast of characters. It’s hard enough finding a show or movie with one quality romance these days. To have a show that manages multiple romances is exceedingly rare, but that just makes “The Dragon Prince” all the more special.

So, starting today and probably for a good chunk of my weekend, I’ll be eagerly taking in this new season and processing all it has to offer. And if you need a new show to watch for the next couple months that is not holiday themed, check this out. Its appeal and impact is nothing short of magical.

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Jack Reads | Excerpt | Skin Deep

The following is a video from my YouTube channel, Jack’s World. And it has me reading an excerpt of my novel, “Skin Deep.” I wrote it back in 2012 and I’m offering a brief sample that I hope will find a new audience. Enjoy!

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Swing Volume 3 Review: How An Open Marriage Matures

For some couples, monogamy is great.

It works for them. They meet, they fall in love, they get married, they have sex, and they have children. They go onto live predictable, but satisfying and respectable lives. There’s nothing wrong with that.

That sort of thing just doesn’t work for Dan and Cathy in the world of “Swing,” Top Cow Comic’s ambitiously sexy slice-of-life saga. Their story, and the many sexy details it entails, has offered many colorful insights into a world that actually exists outside the book. It also explores the life, love, and growth of two endearing characters as they navigate that world.

There are no superheroes in this story. There are no James Bonds or Pussy Galores, either. The world of “Swing” is a world that never attempts to break the laws of physics, psychology, or believability. Compared to the fanciful spectacles offered by other comics, it’s a breath of fresh air. It also helps that it’s sexy as hell.

The first two volumes of “Swing,” which I’ve reviewed and praised, set Cathy and Dan on this path to a sexy, swinging world. I’ve been following their story closely, watching these characters grow together through and not just in terms of romance and intimacy.

“Swing Volume 1” showed how they met, fell in love, had a family, and became interested in swinging.

“Swing Volume 2” showed how they entered this world, began exploring, struggled at first, and learned to embrace it. Now, “Swing Volume 3” provides us the next step in Dan and Cathy’s story as a couple involved in this lifestyle. It explores how they grow and mature. It’s not an entirely smooth process, but that’s part of what makes this entry of the story the best of the saga thus far.

Like its predecessors, “Swing Volume 3” picks up at a pivotal time in Dan and Cathy’s life. They’ve settled into the lifestyle. They’ve become a lot more comfortable with the unique dynamics of an open marriage. Writer, Matt Hawkins, makes every one of those dynamics both believable and rooted in real life examples.

Yes, there are real couples who engage in this lifestyle and it does work for them. I’ll give the puritanical crowd a moment to stop gasping. At the same time, that’s an important context to consider in appreciating the type of narrative that “Swing” has to offer.

It’s not entirely built entirely around sex scenes, innuendo, or the kind of shallow characters you often find in cheap softcore porn. A big part of the story is where this lifestyle takes Dan and Cathy, as a couple. It’s not all fun and sexy games. They have jobs, children, and career ambitions outside their sex life.

Dan is still trying to become a published author. Cathy is still building her career in the entertainment marketing industry. They also love their kids deeply and want to give them the best life two loving parents can give them. That element of the story is not glossed over, more so in “Swing Volume 3” than the previous two entries.

How does any couple balance that sort of thing? How does a story like that work without becoming too pornographic or too bland? Well, “Swing Volume 3” finds a way and the artwork of Yishan Li and Linda Sejic makes it a sight to behold every step of the way.

Both characters take major steps forward in their professional lives, as well as their sex lives. However, those steps don’t happen without some conflict along the way. In fact, much of Dan and Cathy’s growth in “Swing Volume 3” stem largely from those conflicts.

Some are small, as is often the case in any functional relationship. There are misunderstandings and miscommunications. There are also instances in which Dan or Cathy makes a choice that doesn’t sit well with the other. On the surface, it just seems melodramatic. However, the way it plays out feels real and genuine.

At every turn, Dan and Cathy make clear how much they love each other. They want nothing more than to make one another happy, both in and out of the bedroom. It’s a simple desire, but one prone to many complicated efforts.

Even though they’ve been involved in the world of swinging for a while now, there are still missteps and mishaps. The couple takes quite a few baby steps in the first few volumes, but “Swing Volume 3” is much more ambitious, both in terms of the sexy details and the emotional ramifications.

Whereas Cathy led the charge through much of the last volume, Dan is a lot more involved this time. I would argue he undergoes more maturation in “Swing Volume 3” than the previous two volumes combined. The details involve some spoilers, including some of the NSFW kind. Make no mistake, though. Both Dan and Cathy mature a great deal in this story and it’s a satisfying process, if that’s not too loaded a term.

For a story like “Swing,” which doesn’t rely on superpowers, superheroes, or supernatural forces, it’s important to come off as genuine. The story can’t work if the characters don’t feel real and believable. Otherwise, it has little depth beyond the sexy stuff.

The events of “Swing Volume 3” further affirms that genuine spirit for Dan and Cathy. The more they go through, the more real they seem. Nothing about the challenges and struggles they face feel like something that has no real-world parallels. It’s easy to relate to them. It’s even easier to root for them.

In essence, “Swing” is one of those rare erotica romance stories that strikes a perfect balance between erotica and romance. The sex positive spirit of the story ensures that one complements the other. Sex doesn’t define Dan and Cathy’s love for each other or vice versa. Their desire to explore this world is as sexy as it is romantic.

That dynamic has been a hallmark of the “Swing” series since it began, but “Swing Volume 3” really takes it to another level. Dan and Cathy are done with the baby steps. They’re diving deeper into this sexy world together.

That process will bring drama and a few consequences, as the cliff-hanger ending shows. That just makes these couple all the more likable. For that, I applaud Hawkins, Yi, Sejic, and Top Cow Comics for what they’ve achieved with “Swing Volume 3.” If I had to score it, I’d give it a solid 4.5 out of 5. It’s not perfect. Very few things in this world are. It’s still sweet and sexy to the utmost. In a year like this, we need that.

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“My Sweet” A Sexy Short Story (For The Day After Valentine’s Day)

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The following is a sexy short story for those still basking in the afterglow of Valentine’s Day. If you had a bad Valentine’s Day or were alone, then maybe this will help rekindle your sense of romance. I know it’s been a while since I wrote a sexy short story. I decided Valentine’s Day warranted the extra effort. If you’d like to see more, please let me know in the comments. Enjoy!

“Mmm…that smells so good,” said Calvin Gains with a wide, excited grin.

“You must be hungry. I just put a fresh batch in the oven,” replied his beautiful wife, Candy.

“You’re right, my sweet. I am hungry…and then some.”

Joyous, playful laughter filled the kitchen of the undersized suburban house Calvin shared with his high school sweetheart turned dedicated spouse. Candy – a perfectly befitting name, if ever there was one – had a knack for making every kitchen smell heavenly. With the holidays around the corner, she’d been busier than usual.

Calvin, always one to show his appreciation, snuck up behind his long-time lover and slipped his arms around her waist. She responded with a soft purr and a loving smile. The fact that she still smelled like flour, sugar, and cinnamon wasn’t lost on him, either. If anything, it gave him more reasons to kiss down her neck and inhale her sweet scent.

“I used your favorite recipe,” Candy told him, still standing in front of the hot oven, “an extra pinch of vanilla…a little bit of nutmeg…and a double dose of cocoa powder.”

“If you’re trying to make me hungrier, you’re doing too good a job,” Calvin said, deepening his embrace and intensifying his kisses.

“You know me. When it comes to cooking the best holiday treats and pleasing my husband, I like to overdo it!”

Ever since they got married, Calvin didn’t think he could love this woman more than he already did. Time and again, year after year, she proved him wrong. During the holidays, she always went the extra mile.

The kitchen was still a mess, as it often was whenever Candy spent more than an hour laboring over her famous triple chocolate sheet cake. It was just one of the many wonderous dishes she prepared for him and the family over the holidays. Her grandmother had owned a bake shop and her mother was a renowned chef. She’d grown up in a home surrounded by skilled cooks who knew their way around the kitchen.

To her, cooking for loved ones meant more than just preparing a meal. It was its own unique way of conveying affection. Calvin, having grown up on TV dinners and soggy leftovers, didn’t know just how much affection could be shared through something as simple as food. She’d actually made him cookies when they went on their first date. She offered them to him with the same loving sentiment that he’d shared when he offered her flowers.

It was the first sign that Candy was a special woman. She proved it once more when she turned around within his embrace, wrapped her arms around his neck, and captured her lips with hers. Even through her lipstick, Calvin could taste traces of the batter. It was so sweet that his heart skipped a beat.

“Mmm…tasty,” she said lovingly.

“Speak for yourself,” he quipped.

That little taste stirred more than just his appetite. As they kissed in the middle of the dirty kitchen, the heat from the oven raised the temperature of the area. It was already hot to begin with, as was often the case whenever Candy cooked, but such heat only intensified his passions.

It made clothes feel sticky and sweaty.

It made hearts beat faster.

It made every touch seem more intimate.

Whether due to the growing heat or his escalating hunger, Calvin craved a more fulfilling form of love. He held her closer and kissed her harder, their bodies pressing together, as if nourished by their ambitious touch. He was just wearing a sweater and jeans. She had on a skirt, a tight-fitting T-shirt, and an apron. However, when he traced his hand down her waist, eventually making his way towards her inner thighs, he discovered an unexpected treat.

“Ooh! What have we here?” Calvin said, breaking the kiss, but keeping her in his embrace. “Candy Gains, are you wearing fancy lace underwear while you’re cooking?”

“You mean the same underwear I wore on our anniversary last month?” she said coyly. “I think I am.”

“I want to say I’m shocked, but given how much you love to cook and how much passion you put into each dish…”

Calvin’s words trailed off. As his tone grew deeper and manlier, he skillfully slipped his fingers into her panties to feel the womanly flesh beneath. He was gentle, but direct. He knew just how his wife liked to be touched in her intimate areas. He also knew what got her aroused. Being in a kitchen, cooking her favorite treats for her loved ones, definitely got her juices flowing.

“Just so you know…the cake needs to cook for at least 20 minutes,” Candy told him, already gasping intently under his touch.

“Hmm…20 minutes, you say?” Caivin said, now speaking directly into her ear. “That’s a long wait when you’re hungry.”

“Well, there are ways we can pass the time.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?” he asked, as though he didn’t already know.

Candy laughed playfully before turning around within his embrace, locking eyes with his and casting that beaming smile that was every bit as sweet as her name. The fact that she still smelled like flour and chocolate only made it sweeter.

Without saying a word, she kissed him passionately on the lips. At the same time, she slipped her hands under his sweater and pawed his manly flesh. It sent the message she needed to send. He responded in kind, twirling his tongue with hers while still feeling up her skirt. While one appetite eagerly waited, another became more pressing.

“Sweater…pants…off!” she gasped in between desperate kissing.

Her voice was muffled, but Calvin heeded her impassioned call. He removed his sweater as quickly as he could. He didn’t even think twice about tossing it into the dining room, leaving him shirtless in the middle of a hot kitchen. Before it was even off, Candy went to work undoing his pants. There was already a noticeable bulge in the way. That didn’t stop her from getting them off, underwear and all.

Even as she helped strip him naked, the heated kissing continued. It kept the passions flowing while also supplementing his wife’s arousal. As soon as he kicked his pants off, he lifted her up in his arms and set her down on the kitchen counter across from the oven. From there, he reached up her skirt again and removed her panties. She even elevated her hips, assisting him every step of the way.

“Do me, Cal. Do me right here on the kitchen counter!” Candy urged.

“Does this count as an appetizer?” he asked coyly.

“It can be…depending on how mannerly you intend to be.”

“You know me, my love. Even when I’m hungry, I always mind my manner!”

As if to remind – and it wouldn’t have been the first time he did so in the kitchen – he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart. He spread them so wide that she knocked over some empty cans of ingredients, but she didn’t mind in the slightest. He’d clean it up later himself. For now, he had another kind of meal before him.

Candy had become more aroused than he thought. He could already see her exposed womanhood under her skirt. She was already wet, but in the same way she loved cooking delicious treats, he loved getting her intensely aroused.

“Mmm…my favorite appetizer,” Calvin said as he licked his lips in anticipation.

With an unobstructed view and a clear path, he buried his head between her legs and gorged on her pussy. He was thorough, but mannerly, using his lips and tongue with the utmost care to stimulate her tender folds.

His good manners paid off. Candy let out sharp gasps that echoed loudly throughout the kitchen. She became so aroused that she reached under her apron, lifted up her shirt, and began fondling her breasts. In doing so, she revealed that she hadn’t been wearing a bra. That hinted to Calvin that she’d planned on getting him horny with her holiday cooking. If that were the case, then her plan worked perfectly.

“Cal! Oohhh Cal!” Candy moaned with delight. “Dine on me, my love! Dine!”

Calvin responded with only a muffled grunt. Still holding onto her thighs, her legs spread in a perfect V-shape, he stepped up his oral efforts.

He probed her hot folds with his tongue, hitting all those special parts that he knew so well. He trailed his lips up and down her slit, giving special attention to her swollen clitoris. He felt her body shudder under the onslaught of sensations. Looking up, he saw her joyous expression. She even banged her head back against the kitchen cabinet at one point, arching her back and squeezing her breasts. It was a beautifully erotic sight, one that made her feminine juices taste even sweeter.

It would’ve been good manners to keep eating her out until she climaxed. However, Calvin couldn’t keep ignoring his own escalating appetite. Between his stomach and his dick, desire compounded desire. Now intoxicated by the taste of his wife’s flesh, he broke with formality and rose back to his feet.

“I know it’s not time for dessert,” he said as he positioned himself between her legs, “but I need at least a sample of the main course.”

“Calvin, my darling husband,” Candy said with a seductive grin, “take all the samples you need!”

“Even if I work up a bigger appetite in the end?”

Especially if you work up an appetite!” she said intently.

Like an angel seeking to nourish his very soul, his beautiful wife drew him into another embrace and kissed him. She didn’t care that his face had just been between her legs. If anything, that turned her on even more. She wanted him. She was as hungry for his sex as he was hungry for hers. With their lips locked and their bodies eager to satiate that hunger, Calvin took the first proverbial bite.

He thrust his hips forward.

He entered her wet womanly depths with his hard, manly flesh.

He shifted his hands to her hips while she locked her legs around his.

From there, their passions overtook their hunger. It didn’t matter that their kitchen wasn’t the most spacious room in the house. It also didn’t matter that the counter was dirty, cluttered, and not made to support an impassioned woman making love to her husband. The only thing that mattered was that they were together, their bodies entwined and their love taking a tangible form, just as his wife’s delicious treats cooked behind them.

“Yes! Yes! Oh Cal! Ohhh Cal!” Candy panted as they moved to the heated rhythm.

“Candy! My sweet, beautiful love! Ohhh yes!” he gasped.

He stepped up the pace of their lovemaking, moving his hips back and forth, working his throbbing manhood within her tight folds. They had already worked up quite a sweat and not just because of oven. Calvin could still smell the cake. That hadn’t been lost on him, even as their bodies rocked and their moans filled the kitchen. It was almost fitting, making love to the woman who nourished his body with the same passion she put into her meals.

Like her uncanny culinary skills during the holidays, such passion paid off. He sensed her nearing an orgasm already. Candy always got very animated during their lovemaking, even during spontaneous acts. She hitched her legs up, grabbed onto his shoulders, and narrowed her gaze on him. He could even feel her inner muscles contracting harder around his manhood, as if her body were embracing him as much as her heart.

“Cal…I’m close,” was all she got out through labored gasps.

“Come, my sweet. Come!” he told her.

She took his loving words to heart. After a few more focused movements, Calvin sent his lover over the edge. Her expression tensed to the flood of sensations. Her nails dug into his shoulders while her grip with her legs tightened. He could feel his lover shudder under the weight of her release. As he took in the view, he smiled and caressed her face.

Watching her react to the rush of ecstasy was always such a spectacle. Seeing it while her delicious treats cooked in the background made it even more rewarding. Candy even acknowledged that. As she took in her release, she leaned in and kissed him lovingly. She then whispered something telling into her ear.

“There’s still time to work up an appetite,” she said to him.

“I know,” he said with a mischievous undertone. “And I intend to use it!”

He kissed her again, trailing his lips down her neck and listening to her labored gasps. Once certain she had caught her breath, he resumed their impromptu kitchen lovemaking.

With plenty of hunger still driving him, he withdrew from her briefly and realigned their now-sweaty bodies. Candy laughed gleefully, still in a post-orgasmic daze, as he bent her over the kitchen counter and positioned himself behind her. Now with a perfect view of her heart-shaped butt, which was still partially covered by her skirt, he guided his manhood back into her.

Once their flesh was re-entwined, he resumed their sensual rhythm. This time, however, he stepped up the intensity.

“Ooh, Cal! Oohhh yeah!” Candy moaned. “That’s it! Work it! Work it like that!”

“Mmm…Candy,” Calvin grunted.

She was encouraging him to cut loose and use that well-nourished body of his. Having helped nourish it through her cooking, she enjoyed the fruits of her labor as much as him. Calvin responded to her encouragement as best he could. The results were as sweet as any treat.

Back and forth, he worked his hips. He rocked her body with his intimate motions, keeping a firm hold of her hips. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the kitchen, along with more moans. Like any delicious appetizer, Calvin savored every bit of it. He enjoyed drawing out their lovemaking, just as he enjoyed drawing out a good meal. At times, he even leaned in and whispered his loving sentiment’s into his wife’s ear.

“You are…the sweetest thing…in the world,” he said to her.

Candy responded with more joyous moans and loving gestures. Through their steady succession of movements, Calvin built towards his own release. Candy even helped, bucking her hips and guiding his hands to her breasts to give him the energy he needed for that final push. He could already feel that intimate heat in his core building. His beautiful wife simply gave it the necessary spark to ignite it.

“Candy…I’m close too,” Calvin said through labored grunts.

“Come, my love! Your dessert awaits!” she said playfully.

He delivered the last round of desperate motions. Finally, Calvin crossed that final threshold and entered that special world of delectable bliss. It was as savory as any hungry, impassioned man could’ve hoped.

As he soaked in his release, he wrapped his arms around his wife, rested his chin on her shoulder, and let out a euphoric gasp that filled the kitchen. She took his hands in hers, holding onto him as he enjoyed the feeling. He felt her womanhood embrace him as well, contracting and throbbing as he released his load into her womanly depths. It was the final ingredient to a perfect dish of passion and it couldn’t have been sweeter.

“I love you, my sweet wife,” Calvin said to her.

“I love you too, Cal…my delicious husband,” Candy replied.

Their intimate flesh parted, but they remained in a loving embrace. Still hot and sweaty from their lovemaking, they shared another soft kiss to complete their intimate act.

Then, in a moment that couldn’t have been timed better, the timer on the oven went off. Candy’s cake was complete.

“Perfect timing!” she laughed.

“I’ll say,” Calvin said.

“See? That wasn’t too long a wait.”

“I admit, you made it easier,” he said. “It’s almost as though you knew your famous holiday treats would get me in a particular mood.”

“What can I say? I enjoy satisfying all my husband’s appetites!”

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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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“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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“A Very Merry Sex Robot” A Sexy Short Story (About Christmas And Sex Robots)

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The following is a sexy short story about Christmas and sex robots. It’s a combination that I don’t think exists enough in this world and I’d like to contribute to it. I hope this story starts a trend. The holidays are a wonderful time of year. Sex robots can only make them more wonderful. I hope this story proves that. Enjoy!

“Tis the season, my ass,” groaned less than jovial Ethan Elder. “How the hell am I supposed to enjoy Christmas this year?

That was the tenth time Ethan had asked himself that question in the past hour, but he remained no closer to an answer. He’d contemplated it in various forms for over a year, but had only succeeded in making himself more miserable. Even in the comfort of his parents’ home on Christmas, the disillusion and despair festered. At this point, even a Christmas miracle couldn’t mend his broken spirit.

The past year had left Ethan with little capacity for cheer on the holidays. Since late January, his life had been consumed by a messy and ugly divorce from his now ex-wife, Gina. In hindsight, he should’ve seen the signs.

Ethan and Gina had been high school sweethearts who got married on a whim after graduating, thinking it would solidify their relationship for the long term. It was the antithesis of what their friends and peers did with their significant others, few of which remained together. He and Gina thought they were bucking the trend by taking a giant leap forward with their relationship. He genuinely believed in their love.

Ethan now realized just how wrong he’d been. In fact, he should’ve realized it sooner.

“How could I have been so stupid? How did I not see it coming?” he said, his face still buried in his pillow.

Those were among the many other questions he’d asked himself, even before Gina filed for divorce. The answers seemed obvious now, but they still hurt, especially during the holidays.

Getting married when they were young, inexperienced, and ill-prepared had been a challenge, but it wasn’t what broke their relationship. They’d begun their married life with a shared vision. They were going to go to college together, graduate with business degrees, and start their own company, and chart a bold new path for their family. It seemed so naïve and idealistic, but that only made it more appealing in their eyes.

That idealism started fading as soon as they entered college. That was where their vision started to diverge. While Ethan believed in staying true to that vision, Gina started showing interest in other goals. The more she learned, the more she realized that she didn’t want to start a business. She developed a passion for art, movies, and film production. At first, he thought it was just an elective that she enjoyed. Then, she started dropping hints that this was where her passion resided.

Unfortunately, Ethan didn’t pick up on those hints. Looking back on it, he went out of his way to ignore them.

“I tried to tell you. I really, really tried,” Gina told him the day she filed for divorce, “but you just made it so damn difficult!”

She might have been half-right. Even her lawyer admitted that she waited way too long to tell him that she wanted a life different from the one they’d planned. That didn’t make the heartbreak that followed any less painful.

They still graduated college together.

They still started that business together, which went onto become quite successful.

However, success didn’t make Gina happy and her misery quickly became his. Misery led to many fights and many more arguments. Little came from them, aside from tempering the love and intimacy they once shared. Before long, Gina started showing interest in other men. Ethan even admitted that his eyes began to wander as they became more distant. It got to a point where they started sleeping in separate rooms, becoming colder and more distant along the way.

While there was never any sexual infidelity, Gina admitted to his face that she wanted to. She even admitted that she’d kissed a man who’d been helping her with film projects on the side. She would’ve gone further had she not been wearing her wedding ring, but it was that moment when she realized that she no longer loved him.

“The woman I am…the man you are…we’re just not the same. I’m sorry, Ethan. But I can’t love you like I used to.”

Hearing those words broke his heart. Receiving divorce papers hurt even more. At first, he tried to fight it. He tried to reconcile with her. That only made the process more painful.

Since she still helped build the business they founded, she got half the assets. Since she had no interest in running it, she sold it off. He ended up doing the same, no longer able to pursue a vision that he could no longer share. Ethan still ended up with a sizable amount of money, but he couldn’t have been more miserable.

His parents had been trying to console him for months. His dad even insisted that he stay with them for Christmas, if only to get away from the now-empty house he once shared with Gina. They’d even let him sleep in his old room, as if to reconnect with happier times. Even in the early hours of Christmas morning, it still didn’t work.

“After the year I’ve had, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to enjoy Christmas again,” he groaned.

Ethan buried his face in his pillow again, too miserable to sleep and too restless to think straight. He looked over at the clock. It read two in the morning. He already wished he could skip the holidays this year in hopes of rebuilding his life, his heart, and his soul for the next year.

He was prepared to turn around and force himself back to sleep somehow. Then, he got an unexpected text on his cell phone, which sat atop the dresser next to his bed. It came from an unknown number and conveyed a cryptic message.

“Good morning, Ethan,” it read. “Santa has delivered to you a very special gift. Please come downstairs to receive it.”

Ethan read over the message a few times. He tried to look up the number, but it was blocked. That was unusual, especially after getting a new phone number to distance himself from former business associates. While he remained too miserable to get excited, he was none-the-less curious.

“This better not be a prank by Gina’s sister,” Ethan muttered.

Setting his phone aside, he got out of bed and made his way downstairs to the living room. He didn’t even bother putting on slippers or changing out of his pajamas. He fully expected to be underwhelmed, disappointed, and more jaded than he already was.

As he neared the living room, however, Ethan noticed something odd. The lights to the Christmas tree had been turned on, which was unusual. There were also muddy boot prints in the foyer, hinting that someone had actually entered the house at midnight to deliver something. Whether it was Santa, his dad, or one of his dad’s friends was anyone’s guess, but Ethan doubted it could be anything too elaborate.

Then, he entered the living room and saw something that rendered him shocked and astonished.

“Good morning and Merry Christmas, Ethan Elder,” said a beautiful female figure. “My name is Merry. I am a sex robot of the highest quality. I have been configured, programmed, and calibrated to give you the love you so desperately need this Christmas.”

For a brief moment, Ethan had to blink a few times and shake his head, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Near as he could tell, this was real.

Standing in front of the Christmas tree that he’d helped his parents decorate was a beautiful woman who looked like she’d been cut from the centerfold of a beauty magazine. Her figure was perfect, from the curve of her hips to the shape of her breasts to the hue of her lips. She had dashing blue eyes, shoulder-length hair that looked glistened like silk, and flawless skin that was either divine or artificial. At that moment, Ethan wasn’t sure which would’ve shocked him more.

On top of that, she wore what appeared to be red lingerie with a matching lace bra and thong. In the center, just between her ample breasts, was a large red bow. It was like someone had wrapped her to be a real present. She even seemed to embrace that role as she stepped forth to greet him.

“Before you ask, my programming requires that I identify myself and my purpose,” she said. “I am Ideal Companions Model 2.89, purchased by special request from David and Martha Elder three weeks ago and delivered by request on Christmas morning. My features include advanced AI interface, fully functional synthetic flesh, and sexual function at or beyond that of a healthy young woman. I am also programmed to seek a mutually intimate bond with Ethan Elder, my pre-determined lover.”

Ethan would’ve laughed if he hadn’t been so shocked. Now, he understood why his parents insisted that he spend Christmas at their house. They’d apparently seen how miserable and lonely he’d been after his divorce. He might have even mentioned a few times how he’d connect with another living woman. His father might have taken that statement literally.

As overwhelmed as he was at her presence, Ethan still found himself approach her, if only to confirm she was real. Once again, he made sure he wasn’t dreaming. He knew sex robots were real. He even knew about Ideal Companions, having done business with them a while back. He just never imagined he’d be in the presence of one of their models, let alone one so beautiful.

“Please, take all the time you need to understand this setup,” Merry continued, as if reading from a script. “Note that my programming and Ideal Companion’s policy permits you to refuse connection, thereby prompting an expedited return and a full refund of your deposit. Based on the data I’ve downloaded from your recent onslaught of heartbreak and distress, I hope you do not make such a choice. But if you so choose, I will honor it.”

Ethan could’ve ended it right then and there. He was tempted to do so, if only to end this craziness and demand an awkward conversation with is parents. However, another part of him was drawn to this woman. Robot or not, she had a presence that captivated him.

Whether it was her presence, the revealing lingerie she wore, or the fact that he hadn’t been intimate with a woman in over a year, Ethan found himself making a snap decision on the spot. It might not have been well thought out, but it felt right.

“I…want you to stay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Would you please confirm this sentiment directly?” she asked. “Do you wish for me to be your intimate companion?”

Ethan had a chance to second-guess himself. More often than not, he didn’t get that chance and when he did, he rarely went against his gut decision. This time felt different. This time, everything about his first inclination felt right.

“Yes,” he said in a more confident tone. “I’d like that…I think.”

“Wonderful!” Merry said. “You still sound uncertain. Perhaps it will help if I show you the kind of intimate companionship I can offer.”

Without further explanation, the beautiful female figure undressed on the spot. She started by unwrapping the bow over her chest, as if to unwrap a present in the sexiest way possible. She then removed her lingerie, performing a sensual striptease under the light of the Christmas tree. It was both festive and sexy. By the time she was done, Merry stood before him in the middle of the room, fully naked with every feminine feature on full display.

“Come to me, Ethan,” she said with a welcoming gesture. “Embrace my body while I embrace yours.”

Ethan couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There was a beautiful naked woman standing in front of him, inviting him into her loving grasp. Every instinct of every healthy heterosexual man urged him to accept that invitation. Had he not been in his parents’ house, wearing unwashed pajama pants and a dirty old T-shirt for the third night in a row, he might have done so.

However, his heart was still raw. On top of that, Ethan hadn’t been intimate with a woman in a long time. A part of him wondered if he could even muster the desire. Such hesitation probably would’ve raised concern for most women, but Merry wasn’t the least bit dissuaded. Instead, she just smiled warmly and approached him.

“Here,” Merry said to him, “let me take your clothes off.”

“I uh…I can manage,” Ethan said anxiously.

“I know you can,” she said, “but if I’m to be your loyal companion, I need plenty of hands on experience.”

“Hands on…right,” he said with a chuckle. “I didn’t know sex robots could make jokes.”

“My abilities go beyond sex. If you give me a chance, I’d be happy to demonstrate.”

He answered only with an awkward smile. Merry interpreted that as affirmation and proceeded accordingly.

She took a step closer, her nude form now perfectly within reach. Ethan still didn’t make a move. He just stood there while Merry took off his shirt, grasping the hem and pulling it up over his head. She then took off his pants, boxers and all. She wasn’t aggressive or intense. She was very gentle and caring, as though she were tending to someone who was wounded. Given what he’d been through over the past six months, it wasn’t that far from the truth.

“You’re a handsome, caring man, Ethan,” Merry said as she took in his nude form. “Any woman, robot or otherwise, would be lucky to have you as their lover.”

“I’m flattered,” Ethan said, blushing somewhat under her gaze. “Is that another part of your demonstration?”

“It can be, if you wish. But a more important part involves helping you feel comfortable around your new lover. So please, if you desire, touch me. Get a feel for my body while I get a feel for yours.”

Again, Ethan fell silent with shock. That might have been for the best. He had a tendency to say dumb things when he was overwhelmed. His ex-wife had reminded him of that more than once during their divorce proceedings. For now, he tried not to think about that. For the first time in years, he was going to enjoy a true, genuine gift.

“Okay. Let’s do this,” was all he said.

Hiding his nervousness behind an awkward smile, he welcomed the attractive feminine figure into his arms. Merry eagerly accepted, still smiling warmly as she pawed his upper body with both hands. Ethan finally let his once-dead passions arise and began exploring her naked body. The feeling of her flesh, synthetic or not, was every bit as overwhelming as her beauty.

He welcomed more of her caring touch as Merry offered more affectionate gestures. She trailed her hands over his chest and arms, as though she’d been programmed with a keen knowledge of how he liked to be touched. If she were as advanced as she claimed, that was likely true to some extent.

Even though she was a robot, Ethan was gentle. He started by caressing her face, lightly touching her cheek and running his finger through her hair. He steadily grew bolder, trailing his hands down her feminine curves, feeling around her hips, thighs, and butt. Her skin was so smooth and warm. Had she not stated that she was a robot, he would’ve thought her to be an angel, coming to grant him mercy on a cold Christmas morning.

It felt so good that he was almost afraid to feel any other part of her body. Merry must have sensed that because she helped guide his touching. As if to reignite his dormant passions, she lightly grasped his wrists and guided one hand to her breasts and the other to her inner thighs.

“Don’t be shy, Ethan,” Merry told him. “Here. Feel my breasts. Feel my vagina. I want you to touch them. I want to be intimate with you.”

Ethan swallowed nervously, but managed to not look too foolish. He was already naked with her in his parents’ living room on Christmas Eve. What else could possibly shock him?

That didn’t make feeling Merry’s breasts and genitals any less overwhelming. It was incredible, grasping her fleshy orbs and caressing her womanhood. His experience with his ex-wife gave him little confidence in his ability to navigate female anatomy, but Merry’s soft purrs of approval reassured him. Unlike Gina, she appreciated soft, loving touch.

“Mmm…that feels good,” she told him. “So soft and caring…I like it. It makes me want to kiss you.”

“I…wouldn’t stop you if you tried,” he said.

That might not have been the best response to a beautiful woman’s overt approval, but she didn’t hold that against him. She still kissed him passionately. Her lips tasted sweeter than any holiday treat. Synthetic flesh or not, it was a wonderful feeling. It also shattered whatever reservation he had left about embracing Merry as his robot lover.

As their lips meshed, the touching continued. He kept fondling her breast with one hand while rubbing her outer folds with the other. He even slipped his fingers inside her, which revealed that her feminine anatomy functioned every bit as well as a non-robot woman. She was very aroused and Ethan was finally sharing that feeling. He felt his manhood become fully erect with more urgency than he’d experienced since his honeymoon.

Merry quickly sensed this and directed her touch to his lower body. The feeling of a beautiful woman’s loving touch on his penis might as well have been a Christmas miracle. It was overwhelming, but for once, Ethan embraced it. Divorce and heartbreak had nearly broken him. Now, he had a chance to rebuild his soul with the aid of a beautiful sex robot on Christmas.

“Ethan,” Merry said, abruptly breaking the kiss.

“Yes, Merry?” Ethan said, replying with his first sliver of confidence.

“Let’s make love,” she said, “right here…in front of the Christmas tree…together.”

The way she said it made it sound daring. Not forgetting they were still in his parents’ house and they were likely still asleep, it was to some extent. Ethan had avoided such daring acts leading up to his divorce. He was officially ready to be bold again.

“Just when I thought this Christmas couldn’t get any better,” he said with a beaming grin.

“Oh it can, my darling. I promise it can!” Merry replied in the most seductive tone he’d ever heard from a woman.

They kissed and embraced again. This time, there was no explorative touching or overwhelming reservations. It was full-fledged foreplay of the most passionate kind.

Ethan twirled his tongue with hers, forgetting completely that she was a robot and her tongue was likely some biosynthetic substitute. He hungrily felt up her naked body, paying close attention to her inner thighs and breasts, evoking plenty of soft gasps from his robot lover. He was turning her on, literally and figuratively. She returned the favor by stroking his cock and clutching his shoulder, communicating a deep desire for his intimate love. With only the light of the Christmas tree filling the living room, they pursued that desire to the utmost.

Ethan took the initiative, something Gina rarely let him do during the latter parts of their marriage. He grasped Merry by the hips, laid her down on the floor just in front of the Christmas tree, and got on top of her. She looked even more beautiful under the festive lighting, her gaze begging him for the full force of his love. Ethan gladly obliged, positioning himself between her legs and aligning their bodies for an intimate union.

“I’m ready, Ethan,” Merry said. “I want this so much.”

“So do I,” Ethan said, his voice dazed with passion.

He took a deep breath.

Then, he tightened his grip on her hips.

Finally, he thrust his hips forward, driving his rigid manhood into her wet, womanly depths.

It was nothing short of heavenly, feeling that hot flesh surround his cock. It had been a while since he’d had sex, but this felt better than anything he remembered from his ex. It was like reconnecting with a feeling he thought he’d lost forever. Now, thanks to this beautiful female sex robot, he could cherish it again.

“Merry…oh Merry!” Ethan gasped.

“That’s it, my lover,” she said lovingly. “Give it to me. Share this feeling with me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. That unleashed over a year’s worth of passion and desire. Like a man reborn and rejuvenated, he made love to this beautiful woman with every ounce of vigor he could muster.

Ethan was still careful at first, steadily working his hips and torso in a steady motion, allowing their intimate flesh to become acquainted. Once they got a feel for one another, he stepped up the pace. He dug his knees and feet into the shag carpet, driving his manhood into her with greater fervor. Her body rocked along with his, naked skin gliding with naked skin every step of the way. He loved how her breasts pressed against his chest and how her legs tensed every time he thrust into her, as if to embrace him fully and not just sexually.

Once Ethan established a steady pace of lovemaking, the experience opened up in unexpected ways. With Gina, sex had become such a formality. There were only so many ways she would do it with him and he agreed to those because he wanted to please her. At some point, it stopped being fun and passionate. Merry was the complete opposite. She gleefully shared in the spirit, encouraging him to explore the breadth of his passions.

Ethan rolled around with her on the rug, taking her from various positions, including a few Gina never let him try. He turned her over onto all fours and took her from behind, squeezing her butt and nibbling her ear from behind. He laid her on her side, hitched a leg over his shoulder, and thrust into her at an angle, allowing him to tease her feet in ways that made her squeal with delight. He even laid down on his back and she rode him cowgirl style while he fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples in ways that got an even stronger reaction.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhh yes!” she cried out. “Just like that, Ethan! Just like that!”

It was beautifully chaotic, a true venting of genuine passion. It didn’t matter that it involved a sex robot. The passion felt real. It was every bit as real as the pleasure.

After plenty of chaotic passion, that special gift was about to culminate. Ethan was ready to climax. He had his robot lover on her side with him spooning her from behind. She angled her hips perfectly so that he could thrust into her in just the right way, maximizing the penetration as he neared his peak. It also allowed him to fondle her breast and kiss her neck, evoking more delighted gasps from Merry. She claimed she could climax. He was about to put that ability to the test.

“I’m close, Merry! I’m going to…come…soon!” Ethan said through labored grunts.

“Yes! I…I can feel it!” she said. “My body…and your body…oohhh I feel it!”

It might have been a result of clever programming.

It might even have been a result of special engineering that ensured Merry achieved orgasm at the same time as her lover.

The prelude didn’t matter. Only the culmination mattered and in that fateful moment, he and Merry climaxed together.

It was both intense and cathartic. Ethan closed his eyes and let out a deep gasp, as if to let out a year’s worth of frustration and heartbreak. Hot waves of orgasmic pleasure erupted through his core as his manhood throbbed inside his robot lover’s depths. His release appeared to trigger hers. Merry let an orgasmic cry of her own, taking his hand in hers and giving it a firm squeeze. Regardless of whether robots experienced orgasm the same as humans, there was no denying the results.

The greatest gift Ethan had ever received was complete. This new connection with Merry was sealed.

“Merry…my new robot lover,” Ethan said, still swimming in a sea of euphoria.

“That was my purpose when I was programmed,” she said. “Now, it is my passion.”

“You already know the difference?”

“Of course,” she said playfully. “For a man such as you, Ethan Elder, desire isn’t enough. Even purpose will not do. You are a man of passion. Your former lover may have forgotten that, but I certainly won’t. Consider that a promise and one last Christmas gift.”

“And what a gift it is!”

They shared another joyous laugh. Then, as their bodies parted, Merry rolled over and kissed him again. Still curled under the light of a Christmas tree, it felt like the end of one painful journey and the start of something much more promising. Ethan thought he’d never enjoy this feeling again after Gina broke his heart. Merry had officially proved him wrong and that, in many ways, was the greatest Christmas gift of all.

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“Decorating Love” A Sexy Short Story (About Christmas Decorations)

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The following is a sexy short story about love and decorating a Christmas tree. The holidays are upon us and this part of it is near and dear to my heart. Since I was a kid, I’ve loved putting up Christmas decorations and decorating Christmas trees. As an adult, I’m often the first one to put his up and if I ever meet that special someone, I hope share my love of this festive activity with her.

Until then, enjoy this sexy short story inspired by one of my favorite holiday activities. Enjoy!

“Perfect! It’s finally perfect,” said a beaming Christopher Krane.

“Are you absolutely sure this time? Because you said that twice before and the sun has set since then,” said Karen with a bemused grin.

“I’m sure this time. I’m completely, totally sure!”

Karen shook her head and rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop smiling. No matter how many times she saw it, he never failed to amaze her. There were people who just enjoyed the holidays and there were people who went the extra mile. Then, there was her husband, Chris. He was in a class all his own.

Around the same time every year, her high school sweetheart turned transformed into a different person. It started just a few days after Halloween. When most people were still eating candy and planning their Thanksgiving travel plans, Chris was breaking out the Christmas decorations and plotting how to turn their modest suburban house into a holiday haven. Many teased him for putting his decorations up so early. A few, including some of their neighbors, were annoyed by it.

That never dissuaded him. If anything, it encouraged him. Chris was rarely content with just putting up a few lights. He had to make it a work of art. He turned a bare, artificial 9-foot tree into a dazzling spectacle of multi-colored lights, a diverse array of ornaments, and a silver star that his grandmother gave him when he was a kid. He also strung up lights along the walls, put custom-made wreaths on the doors, and swapped out pictures for various holiday displays.

It usually took up half a weekend. Before they got married, Karen used to reserve that weekend for errands or a spa trip or a day with friends. However, shortly after they got engaged, Chris’ grandmother took her aside and told her how important it was to embrace her son’s holiday spirit.

“It means a lot to him, Karen,” she’d told him, “and it’ll mean even more for you to become part of it.”

His grandmother died just a year after their wedding. Before then, she’d told Karen how she and his grandfather made Christmas such a spectacle for their grandchildren. Growing up, Chris’ parents worked all the time and rarely had the resources to make Christmas special. His grandparents took it upon themselves to pick up the slack and, much to his parents’ chagrin, they overcompensated.

It left an indelible mark on Chris, more so than his two younger sisters. He made it clear while they were dating that if he had the means, then he would do Christmas in a way that would make his grandparents proud. He even joked that he would overdo it. When he achieved those means by co-founding a biotech business with his college buddies, Karen realized that he hadn’t been joking.

“I’d say you’ve outdone yourself this year, but I know that would just jinx it for next year,” Karen teased as she watched her husband marvel at their work.

“You know me, Karen. I like to raise the bar,” Chris said proudly.

“There’s raising the bar and then there’s you on the holidays. That’s not a fair comparison.”

“You almost sound worried.”

“I’m not worried. I just like to remind you that it’s okay to be content with your work. You achieve so much throughout the year. Don’t just reserve that sentiment for the holidays.”

“I try not to,” he said, “and I think I’m getting better at it. That’s still not going to stop me from appreciating this time of year more than most.”

He kept on smiling like a kid on Christmas Eve as he took several steps back to get a full view of his work. Now standing beside her, he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close as he gazed upon the festive display before them.

Jinx or not, her husband had once again created a dazzling holiday spectacle. The tree was fully lit, fully decorated, and radiating with Christmas spirit in all directions. The entirety of their living room had been rearranged to make room for the tree, so much so that Chris moved some of their furniture down to the basement. That included a few lamps, which meant their primary source of light during the day had to be the Christmas tree. She doubted that was an accident.

As difficult as it was to keep up with her husband’s Christmas spirit, Karen still found herself enjoying the moment with her husband. It was hard not to feel an impact from such spirit. While admiring the tree, she took his hand in hers and leaned on his shoulder.

“I would never try to stop you from celebrating the holidays, as only you can,” Karen told him.

“To be fair, my family did warn you before we got married,” Chris joked. “If you’re going to be in my family, then you’re going to have to go the extra mile during the holidays.”

“Trust me. I knew that came with the territory before we walked down the aisle,” she said. “What I didn’t know was how it would affect my own feelings towards the holidays.”

“What do you mean?” he asked her.

Karen’s demeanor shifted. As much as she enjoyed her husband’s festive spirit, it contrasted heavily with how she’d handled the holidays in the past. Being with Chris had changed a lot of things in her life. She just didn’t expect her perceptions of the holidays to change so significantly.

“You’ve met my parents. You know my family’s attitudes towards holidays, parties, and anything that’s needlessly elaborate,” said Karen.

“I haven’t forgotten,” Chris said. “I believe one of your father’s biggest rules was that if it cost more than a nice steak dinner, then it’s too much.”

“In his defense, he spent the first 10 years of my childhood fixing a bankrupt company that my uncle ruined,” she said. “He prided himself on doing more with less. That extended to the holidays. The man wouldn’t even let us get a tree until the week before Christmas, just to save money on the electric bill.”

“That’s just cruel,” he said.

“It was also a habit he tried to impart on me and my sisters. Given my taste for premium dresses, I don’t think it took. It still showed in other ways, though. Even before we got together, I saw the holidays as more a formality than a celebration. I knew you loved to take is seriously, but even after I could afford to be less stingy, I didn’t get into the spirit. Hell, I used my Christmas bonus from the travel agency on a new toaster oven.”

“Guess your spirit needed an extra spark,” Chris said.

“More like several,” said Karen, “and you gave me more than that.”

She drew him into a deeper embrace, turning him away from the dazzling Christmas tree that now dominated their living room and towards her. He quickly gave her his full attention, snaking his arms around her waist and gazing into her eyes with a love befitting of any holiday.

“I needed to start seeing things as something worthy of extra effort. I needed to stop looking at everything as a measure of cost and resources,” she went on. “It’s okay to go over the top. It’s even okay to go overboard. You just have to make sure it’s worth all that effort.”

“Well, I’d say the holidays are definingly worthy,” Chris said.

“I wasn’t just talking about the holidays, Chris.”

Her voice echoed with heavy emotions. Her embrace deepened as well. Under the glow of their oversized Christmas tree, the same love that brought them together shined brighter than ever. It seemed so fitting. It also reminded Karen of how much effort she’d put into her life with Chris.

Now, standing in his arms within a nice home laden with holiday decorations, she could say it with certainty. Their love had been worth the effort.

“I see,” he said, his smile now beaming with a different kind of spirit. “To be fair, I always sensed a brighter spirit within you, Karen. It was one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.”

“You helped draw that spirit out, Chris,” Karen said. “For that, I’ll always be thankful.”

“So will I,” he told her, “but if you really want to thank me, you’ll join me in celebrating the next part of my elaborate holiday effort.”

“Which part? You have so many,” she teased.

“I think you know which one I’m talking about,” he said in a deeper, manlier tone. “It just happens to be the one we can only do together.”

As if to leave no room for ambiguity, he reached into his pocket and used his phone to turn on their gas fireplace across the room. Having also decorated the fireplace with stockings and a garland, its crackling embers glowed with a more festive hue. It signaled that he was ready for one of their favorite holiday traditions, which often occurred weeks before the holidays even arrived.

Karen got the message. Without saying a word, she followed her husband to the area just in front of the fireplace where he had laid a Christmas-themed rug atop the plush carpet. The heat from the fireplace was already making her clothes feel uncomfortably itchy. Again, that was likely by design.

“Oh…that one,” Karen said playfully, pretending it was a revelation.

“I know we usually wait until the Sunday night after I’ve put everything up,” Chris said, “but if you’re already feeling the holiday spirit…”

He let his words trail off, but it didn’t take a Christmas miracle to seal Karen’s choice. Once again, her husband’s uncanny holiday spirit had inspired her in unexpected ways.

“I’m feeling quite spirited already,” she told him, “too spirited for these clothes.”

“I can help with that. Some gifts, after all, are worth unwrapping early.”

She laughed, but Chris remained dead serious as he kissed her under the many holiday lights, feeling her up with those strong hands of his. The same hands that helped decorate the house with so much holiday cheer were now on her body. The prospect of feeling those hands on her naked skin turned Karen on in just the right ways.

That prospect became very real, very quickly. As her husband tenderly kissed her lips, he went to work undressing her. He started with her pants, undoing the zipper and pushing them down to the floor, revealing the simple black panties she’d worn all day. Had she known her husband’s Christmas spirit would turn her on, she’d have worn something sexier.

Chris didn’t seem to mind. It didn’t slow him down, either. Just as she kicked off her pants, he removed her sweatshirt and bra, leaving her almost naked, except for her panties. Almost immediately, Chris shifted those skilled hands of his to her breasts, giving them a nice squeeze to get her passions and her juices flowing.

As much as Karen enjoyed that feeling, she hadn’t forgotten how overdressed she was. With the heat radiating from the fireplace, she imagined that sweater he was wearing felt very hot.

“I’m already feeling the spirit,” she said seductively. “It makes me want to unwrap a gift of my own.”

“Well, since you’ve been such a good girl…”

Again, his words trailed off, leaving her to fill in the blanks. She answered with another kiss before undressing him as well.

Karen was more urgent in getting her lover’s clothes off. Whether due to the holiday spirit or just having such a wonderful husband, she craved his intimate touch. Just as he’d done with her, she started with his pants, removing them along with his underwear. Before he could even kick them off, he pulled off the sweater and T-shirt he had on underneath, rendering him fully nude. In the festive light of the fireplace and the Christmas tree, her love’s naked body glowed with a special radiance.

“A good girl can still have naughty thoughts, right?” Karen said seductively as she pawed his chest and fondled his penis.

“I don’t know. I don’t think Santa Claus has a policy on that,” Chris said, reacting favorably to her touch, “but I do know his policy with respect to those who satisfy their lovers.”

“Do you, now?”

“Want me to prove it?”

“I admit, I’m curious!”

They shared some naughty laughter before coming together in a semi-naked embrace. She kept pawing his chest while rubbing her thigh up against his crotch, causing his penis to stiffen. He returned the favor by fondling her breast and squeezing her butt, something he knew got her wet. In the same way he knew how to decorate a Christmas tree, Chris new how to get her in the mood.

Utilizing those skills to the utmost, he took her in his arms and laid her down on the rug just in front of the fireplace. He was gentle and careful, not unlike he was on their honeymoon when he carried her into their hotel suite. Once she was on her back, he hovered over top of her, kissing and caressing her body with loving reverence. No matter what form their intimacy took, Chris never failed to make her feel love. Like everything else he did on the holidays, he made sure he put in the extra effort.

“Lie back. Relax,” he told her. “I’m going to make you feel nice and naughty!”

“Mmm…sounds challenging,” Karen said coyly.

“You know me. When it comes to the holiday, I love going the extra mile!”

He continued his festive efforts, kissing her again and showering her with loving touch. Karen let out joyous gasps, the warm tingles of his gestures adding to her arousal. Like adding logs to a fire, Chris intensified that feeling bit by bit.

He steadily worked his way down her body, trailing his lips down her neck, shoulders, and chest. He continued giving special attention to her breasts, kneading her fleshy mounds with both hands and giving her nipples a light pinch. That sent chills down her spin, which contrasted perfectly with the heat from the fireplace. It also intensified the heat between her legs, which made her panties more of a burden.

Chris must have sensed it. With his face buried between her breasts, he slipped his hands down to her panties.

“Just one last present to unwrap,” he told her.

“Please…unwrap it,” Karen told him.

Already breathing heavily, she elevated her hips so that he could get them off. As soon as Chris discarded them, he shifted his attention away from her breasts and towards her inner thighs. Now lying completely naked under her lover’s impassioned gaze, she welcomed the next part of their little tradition.

Moving with more urgency, he trailed his lips down her torso, over her naval, and eventually arrived at her inner thighs. Once there, she eagerly spread her legs so that he could get a good whiff of her hot arousal.

“Wow! I can already sense your holiday spirit,” Chris teased as he inhaled her feminine scent.

“What can I say? You turn me on. The passion you put into the holidays…the passion you put into loving me…it just makes me so hot!”

“And you know me. I like my holiday treats nice and hot.”

Looking up from between her inner thighs, he cast her a seductive glance. It was hardly necessary at this stage of arousal, but it reaffirmed his commitment to going overboard on the holidays. True to that commitment, he turned his focus back on her womanhood. Then, with a passion every bit as intense as his holiday spirit, he began giving her oral sex.

He approached eating her out with the same attention to detail that he did when decorating the house. He used both hands, exercising focused care in stimulating her folds. He probed her depths with his tongue and fingers, making sure to hit all the right spots to evoke all the right sensations.

In short order, those hot sensations coursed through her body like ripples of pure bliss. Karen let out sharp moans, bending her legs back more so that her lover could probe deeper. She also began arching her back and fondling her breasts, a common reflex for whenever her husband got her extra excited with the prospect of intimate lovemaking.

“Ooh Chris!” Karen moaned out. “That’s it! Enjoy your treat!”

Chris replied only with a deep moan, but never lost focus. He continued eating her out, building the extent of her arousal to the utmost. Karen knew how he liked to prepare her. He got her close to orgasm before uniting their flesh. During the holidays, he was much more thorough with his preparations.

Whether it involved decorating a Christmas tree or giving her oral sex, Chris went the extra mile and then some. The results were as enjoyable as they were festive. They also set the stage for the next part of their holiday intimacy.

“Karen, my beautiful wife,” Chris said, looking up from her inner thighs once more.

“Yes, my wonderful husband?” Karen said, already dazed from his sensual efforts.

“Are you ready to make love…down by the fire…under the light of our Christmas tree?”

“Yes!” she said without hesitation. “I’m ready for your holiday loving. I’m so…so ready.”

She was short of breath, but full of spirit. That gave Chris all the assurance he needed that she was prepared for the holiday loving that they’d come to love.

Having ensured her arousal, he got back on top of her. In doing so, he revealed that he had a raging boner. Eating her out always seemed to turn him on. That, and the holidays seemed to turn him on more than most. It made for a potent combination, allowing him to align their bodies in preparation for that final festive union.

“Chris…my Christmas stud,” Karen said to him. “Take me!”

He willingly followed her into that sexual daze. As she caressed his face and gazed lovingly into his eyes, her holiday-loving lover unleashed the full force of his loving passion onto her.

He started with a loving kiss to her neck. From there, he grabbed hold of her thighs, held her legs apart, and thrust his hips forward, driving his erect manhood into her. Like a culmination of shared Christmas spirit, their flesh united, her inner folds eagerly embracing his rigid length. Through that intimate union, a flood of wonderous pleasures ensued.

“Karen…my Christmas angel,” Chris whispered into her ears.

“Yes! Yes, Chris! Ohhh yes!” Karen joyously exclaimed.

Their love, combined with a little holiday spirit, took over from there. Chris set the sensual tone, working his body with hers, their naked flesh rocking and undulating in a steady rhythm. That rhythm quickly intensified as the desire escalated.

From such desire, chaotic gestures followed. Karen wildly roamed her hands over her lover’s back, leaving a few light scratch-marks along the way. Her lover didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it inspired him to rock her world harder with more fervent thrusts. Along the way, he hungrily kissed around her lips and neck, even nibbling on her ear lobe, which he knew drove her wild. He also kept using those skilled hands of his, squeezing her hips and feeling up her feminine curves. Even during heated lovemaking, he caressed her body with such reference.

It was a beautiful manifestation of their love amidst such festive surroundings. Grunts and gasps filled the living room as their skin seamlessly meshed through every motion. The heat from the fireplace and the lights from the many Christmas decorations bathed their naked bodies in a unique glow. Despite the bitter cold weather outside, they worked up a good sweat. Something about that made their sex even more special.

“Perfect,” Karen gasped, mirroring her husband’s words from earlier. “It really is…so perfect.”

There was no other word to describe it. Making love to her husband while surrounded by such a holiday spectacle felt so appropriate. After spending much of her life keeping holiday festivities to a minimum, it was a major change, but one she gladly embraced.

Sharing in her husband’s holiday enthusiasm, she played a more active role in their sex. Their passionate moments often began simply, usually involving basic oral followed by basic missionary. It rarely stayed that way. She’d learned early in her relationship with Chris that keeping things basic rarely sufficed.

Once he got the rhythm going, Karen helped balance out the erotic effort. They alternated positions with her getting on top, riding him cowgirl for a while before getting on her hands and knees so that he could take her from behind. She dared to be playful with him and he knew how to keep up with her. In the same way he loved drawing out the holidays, Chris loved drawing out their lovemaking. Like waiting until Christmas morning to open presents, it built anticipation and excitement.

His approach made the gift of orgasmic ecstasy even more meaningful. After following her through a variety of intimate positions, Chris had her on the brink. He must have planned it out as effectively as he planned decorations because he had her in the perfect position. While lying on her side, facing the tree he’d just finished decorating, he spooned her from behind. He angled her body just right, allowing him to thrust into her from behind. It also allowed him to reach around and fondle her clit with one hand, guiding her towards her release.

“Chris…I’m close. I’m really…really close!” she panted while gazing up at the dazzling Christmas tree.

“I am too,” Chris whispered into her ear. “Enjoy the feeling and the sights…while we come together!”

As their naked bodies moved with more urgency, she took his hand in hers and interlaced their fingers. Together, they held on for their coming peak. With so much festive ambiance around them, it promised to usher in the holiday season in the best possible way.

“Oohhh Chris!”

“Oh Karen!”

Their euphoric moans rang out like an erotic holiday spectacle. It signaled the unraveling of a wondrous gift and, true to the season, they shared it eagerly.

Karen felt it first. A hot, orgasmic release washed over her. Intense throbbing muscles in her lower body coincided with waves of raw pleasure. Chris soon joined her, the extra tightness in her womanly depths sending him over the edge. He squeezed her hand harder and let out a deep grunt as he released his manly load inside her, their sex coming together in a potent mixture within her. She could feel the breadth of his ecstasy in his touch, their bodies perfectly synchronized to their release.

As he bathed in the orgasmic afterglow with her, their bodies parted and she turned over to face him. Now lying side by side, still naked and surrounded in a perfectly decorated living room, the power of the holiday season really sank in. Karen hadn’t appreciated it while growing up, but she definitely appreciated it now.

Thanks to the dedicated love and uncanny Christmas spirit of a very special man, she understood the true magic of the season.

“I love you, Chris,” Karen told him.

“I love you too, Karen,” her love replied.

“I know it’s early. I know you’ve got all these amazing holiday plans,” she went on, “but rest assured, you’ve already given me the greatest gift.”

“Good to know,” Chris said with another one of those beaming grins, “but don’t think for a second I’m done making the holidays special. There’s plenty more to celebrate. And it’s going to be special. That, I promise you!”

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“The Perfect Deal” A Sexy Short Story (About Holiday Shopping)

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The following is a sexy short story about Black Friday shopping, finding the perfect gift for a loved one, and getting a great deal on that gift. These are all festive topics that I’ve channeled into a sexy story. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it gets you in the holiday spirit. As always, I welcome comments and feedback.

“When it came to making a deal, everyone had a line they refused to cross. Those who drew that line too carefully were often the first to get ripped off.”

That was the first sales lesson that Stacy Stamper’s father had taught her as a little girl. Being the son of a traveling salesman and the cofounder of successful marketing company, her father treated sales with a passion that few could match. He said he’d planned on passing down his valuable knowledge to his kids one day. As it just so happened, Stacy was the oldest of the three and often the first to be in a position to use that knowledge.

However, sometimes being the first meant crossing a few lines she hadn’t expected.

“Out here,” said the deep, excited voice of Marvin “Max” Dresden. “Nobody comes into these parts at this hour, especially on Black Friday.”

“It’ll do,” said Stacy. “Just remember I know which parts of this store are being monitored by cameras. So if you’re hoping to record our little exchange, stop hoping.”

“Believe me, I’m looking to record anything. My girlfriend already busts my balls whenever she finds porn on my computer. I’m not looking egg her on…at least until the lease on our apartment is up and we can break up properly.”

“I’m glad your motivations are so simple,” she told him, “but that doesn’t make you any less a sleaze bag.”

“Speak for yourself, Stacy. You’re the one whoring yourself for a fancy pair of cufflinks.”

She scolded the tall, well-dressed man before her, but stopped short of arguing his rhetoric. He might have been a shallow, obnoxious frat boy who never worked a job his well-connected parents didn’t get him, but he had something she wanted and getting it required some ambitious negotiating. In the process, Stacy found out she was prepared to cross certain lines to complete the deal of a lifetime.

Doing so meant meeting up with Max Dresden at four in the morning at the high end West Hills Mall on Black Friday – the unofficial holiday of big deals, which seemed so fitting. While most of the heavy shopping traffic gathered around the north mezzanine, Max had her meet him at a utility entrance on the west end. From there, he led her to an area just outside the staff lounge where they could finalize their lurid deal.

“Call it whatever you want, Max,” she told him. “We agreed on the terms. And I have your girlfriend’s number and your mother’s personal email address as leverage, just in case you’re thinking about changing them.”

“Don’t remind me,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’m still trying to figure out how you got that from me.”

“You don’t need to know that anymore than I need to know how you ended up with a pair of rare cufflinks. We both want this deal to go smoothly so let’s focus on that.”

Max bit his tongue. He might not have been too bright, but he understood incentives and leverage. That was all she needed him to understand for the sake of the deal.

Officially, Stacy was skipping a post-Thanksgiving breakfast with her family to get a head start on her Christmas shopping. Being the only one of her siblings who was out of high school, had a car, and enough disposable income to spend, nobody gave it much thought. Her father was even proud to see her going the extra mile to secure a good deal.

He might not have been that thrilled about how far she was willing to go to get the perfect Christmas present, but so long as the deal went through, her father never had to know the truth.

“For you, Dad…it’s worth it,” Stacy said under her breath.

At the heart of the deal was a pair of rare cufflinks, specifically the kind her grandfather wore during his days as a traveling salesman. After her grandfather passed away, and was subsequently buried with his cherished cufflinks, her father had tried to purchase a pair for himself. Unfortunately, the European jeweler who made them went out of business years ago and he could never find them.

It had been a point of frustration for years. Her father had been successful at so many things, but not finding a pair of those cufflinks really bothered him.

Stacy believed that getting him those cufflinks would be the greatest holiday gift she could give him. She’d been looking for a pair for the past three years, even as she built a business of her own. Finding them had only gotten more difficult over the years. Then, she found out through a friend of a friend that Max Dresden had a connection. That created an opportunity for a deal.

It was a simple deal and one she was uniquely qualified to make, despite having a limited budget and little time. It helped that Max was a simple man with basic needs, shallow tastes, and poor negotiating skills. If all went well, then they would both get something they wanted from the deal.

“So where are they?” Stacy asked.

“Right here, just like you asked,” Max said, tapping the pocket of his coat.

“Show me,” she said. “Keep in mind, my uncle is a jeweler. He taught me how to spot fakes.”

“Then, I guess it’s a good thing these are the real deal. That way, only one of us wasted our time.”

With a smug smirk, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet case. He held it up closely so that she could see when he opened it. Sure enough, the cufflinks were in there and they were the real deal.

Stacy had to temper her reaction. She’d seen plenty of pictures of the cufflinks. She’d even held the ones her grandfather had shortly before he died. When she reached out and felt the ones before her, it was like reconnecting with a part of her family’s past. She could only imagine how her father would react when he saw them.

“Wow!” Stacy said under her breath. “This is it. These are the cufflinks my father could never find.”

“Too bad his did dad wasn’t friends with some European art guy,” said Max, rolling his eyes. “I still don’t get why he gave me these things in the first place. It’s not like I enjoy wearing fancy suits as much as him.”

Stacy withheld her bemusement. It didn’t seem fair that someone like Max had a pair of rare cufflinks. He clearly didn’t appreciate them.

He didn’t appreciate a lot of things, it seemed. He was a spoiled rich kid who only worked menial jobs because his parents demanded it. A friend of hers even said that the only reason Max was working on Black Friday was because he dented the new Cadillac his father bought him for his senior year at college. It hardly seemed like a fair deal according to her business savvy, but that was Max’s problem. She had more pressing issues.

“Okay. They’re real. You’ve done your part, Max,” Stacy said.

“Does that mean you’re going to do yours?” he asked in a lecherous tone.

“Of course,” she said bluntly. “I organized this deal. I agreed to it. And if there’s one lesson my father and grandfather belabored over all others, it’s this…we honor our deals.”

True to her word – and much to Max’s excitement, as well – Stacy went about upholding her end.

She started by taking off her coat, revealing the somewhat undersized halter top that she only usually wore in the summer. Its small size ensured it showed a good part of her cleavage, of which she had plenty. It also revealed that she hadn’t worn a bra, which Max clearly noticed.

“No bra and no shirt,” he said. “I remember that part of the negotiation.”

“Of course, you do,” Stacy replied.

Without hesitation, she removed her shirt, rendering her naked from the waste up. The sight of her exposed breasts in the soft lighting of the break room earned her a larger smile from max. His excitement growing, he reached out to touch them. Stacy willingly let him. That was another part of the deal she remembered.

“Nice!” he said. “Those pics you sent didn’t do your tits justice. And here I was thinking you Photoshopped them.”

“Like I said, I honor my deals. That means I don’t deceive.”

Staying true to her word, Stacy let Max enjoy her breasts while she unzipped the back of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. That left her in only a black thong, which happened to be the same one she’d worn in the other sexy pictures she’d sent him while arranging their deal.

To ensure Max was sufficiently motivated, she had to offer more than a few gropes and some sexy imagery. He had to feel like he was getting more than what he got from his girlfriend or his porn stash. Given his reaction to feeling her breasts and seeing her exposed body, he had the face of a man who though he’d hit the jackpot.

“Damn! You look good naked too,” Max said. “Why isn’t a hottie like you in college?”

“Because some of us have goals that don’t involve getting a college degree on our rich daddy’s dime,” Stacy said, “but try not to think about that for the next few minutes. As of right now, I’m not just some girl looking to get her father the best Christmas gift ever. I’m just a hot young woman who’s willing to fuck you in a mall break room at four in the morning.”

Max replied with another lecherous grin. He was already so immersed in her breasts that she doubted the other particulars of the deal had crossed his mind. That was fine with her. It just made holding up her end that much easier.

After letting Max have fun with her breasts for a bit, she proceeded with the next step. She dropped to her knees, looking up at him with seductive eyes, pretending as though she were someone who did this kind of thing for free on Black Friday. While he looked back in anticipation, she undid his pants and pulled them down his waist. Touching her breasts had already gotten his blood flowing in the right directions. He already had a semi-hard boner dangling in front of her, which she saw as just another part of the deal.

“I see part of you is already in the holiday spirit,” Stacy said.

“Oh yes. I’m feeling very spirited!” Max chuckled.

Already sounding like the immature frat guy he was on non-holidays, Stacy channeled her own unique spirit for the moment. She narrowed her gaze on his dick, reached out with both hands, and went to work getting him ready for the final transaction.

She started by jerking him off a bit, getting him even harder and evoking a light gasp. Then, she used her breasts to tit-fuck him, placing his cock between her fleshy mounds and pressing them together around his growing member. Max responded with another blissful gasp. His legs growing weak, he leaned back against a nearby wall and gave her more room to work.

“Yeah! Use those tits! Work that cock!” he said.

Stacy didn’t need the extra motivation, but she used it anyway. She worked his cock between her breasts more vigorously, getting him harder by the second. Once she felt that he was near full arousal, she pulled back and took the next proverbial plunge.

“That got the holiday spirit flowing. This should make it stronger!” Stacy said intently.

She flashed him another sexy look, licking her lips and showing off the cherry-flavored lipstick that he’d requested in the negotiation. Then, still as motivated as ever to complete the deal, Stacy took his cock into her mouth and began sucking him off.

“Oohhh fuck!” Max gasped with delight. “Just when I’d forgotten how great blowjobs feel!”

That sounded like a brief slight as his girlfriend, which Stacy doubted he loved to any great extent. If she hadn’t been giving him blowjobs, then chances they were both looking for a reason to break up.

Not being in a relationship herself gave Stacy an advantage. She didn’t have to hold back while sucking Max off. She could be as dirty and sloppy as she wanted. She hadn’t had much of a sex life for the past several months, but she remembered how much her ex-boyfriend enjoyed blowjobs. She hadn’t forgotten how to make them good, either.

She channeled every ounce of oral sex experience since high school. Max told her not to half-ass it during the negotiations and she promised she wouldn’t. True to her word, Stacy licked along his shaft, twirled her tongue around the head, and made plenty of gargling noises. If Max watched as much porn as he claimed, he probably got off on those noises. In a vacant break room, every noise seemed to reverberate.

The results delivered exactly what she’d promised. It got Max fully aroused and fully erect. Stacy expected it to take longer, given the early morning hour and Max’s tendency to overstate his manliness. She didn’t complain, though. It just meant the next part would be that much easier.

“I remember you saying you didn’t want to pop off too soon,” she said while still stroking his cock. “You wanted to wait until you were fucking me.”

“You’re…a good listener, Stacy,” said Max, already breathless.

“I’m also a woman of my word,” Stacy told him, “and I intend to belabor that.”

As Max leaned back against the wall, Stacy kept stroking his dick to keep it hard. While in her grasp, she tactfully retrieved a condom from her purse, opened the package, and put it on his dick. Having had plenty of practice with her previous boyfriend, Max barely seemed to notice.

Once he was ready, she made some final preparations for herself. She rose up from the floor, slipped out of her panties, and stood before the horny frat boy fully naked. She let him take in the sight briefly before turning around, shaking her butt, and casting him another seductive glance.

“What are you waiting for, Max?” she asked him. “Come get the pussy I so willingly offered you in our deal.”

“God, I love the holidays,” he said with a goofy grin.

From there, Stacy let Max take care of business. He threw off his coat and stepped out of his pants, which had been around his ankles. He then grabbed her by the hips, bent her over a nearby table, and positioned himself behind her. He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t overly tender, either. That didn’t bother Stacy. As long as they both got what they wanted, she didn’t mind his crude approach.

There was no teasing or technique to what happened next. As soon as Max aligned his rock-hard dick with her pussy, he thrust it right into her waiting folds. As his hard length penetrated her womanly depths, he let out a deep grunt that filled the room.

“Oohhh yeah! That pussy…so nice and tight!” Max grunted.

Stacy remained silent, holding onto the table and letting the horny frat boy do what he needed to do. All she had to do at that point was relax, close her eyes, and let basic sexuality do to the rest.

Max kept it fairly simple. After getting a feel for her pussy, he began rocking his hips back and forth, working his cock within her depths. He didn’t go too quickly. He try to overdo it or anything. He clearly wanted to enjoy it, as any horny young man would.

She even made an effort to enjoy it as well. She might not have been overly aroused or all that attracted to Max, but she knew how to get into a sexual mindset. She knew how to enjoy sex, even when it wasn’t that intimate. She’d even worked in a little lube before meeting up with Max earlier, just to make this part of the deal both easier and more enjoyable.

It was another one of her father’s useful deal-making tips. When both sides got to enjoy themselves, both come out feeling like they got more than they asked for. It also made them less inclined to screw each other over. Max might have been a shallow, immature college guy, but he had simple tastes and simpler needs.

“Simple needs…easy deals,” Stacy found herself saying under her breath at one point.

That ensured he didn’t drag the sex out for too long. He didn’t mix it up much, either. As he humped her from behind, he just occasionally squeezed her butt. A few times, he leaned over and fondled her swaying breasts as well. Stacy even threw in a few moans, which weren’t at all faked. Max might have been crude with his approach to sex, but at least knew how to touch a woman. That counted as a bonus in her book.

After a solid round of hard humping, Stacy sensed Max pick the pace up. She sensed he was close. He was just about ready to complete the deal, among other things.

“Fuck! Ohhh fuck! Ohhh man, I’m gonna pop off!” he gasped.

“Do it, Max. Enjoy it!” Stacy said.

He clearly didn’t need the added encouragement, but it kept him nicely motivated as he pushed himself over the edge.

He was a bit louder than she expected, letting out this heavy grunt as he hit his climax. He firmly grasped both sides of her hips, pushed his cock deeper into her pussy, and leaned back slightly as he got his release. She could even feel his member throbbing inside her in accord with his pleasure. She actually enjoyed that feeling, having not forgotten how much she missed regular sex. This might not have been the kind of sex that gave her multiple orgasms, but it still satisfied her in other ways.

“That should do it,” Stacy said. “That completes the deal!”

“Complete…right,” Max said breathlessly, sounding too content to care.

He lingered for a few moments, taking in every last ounce of pleasure from his orgasm. When he finally withdrew, he had to lean on a nearby chair for support. Stacy, showing that she still cared more than most savvy businesswomen, offered him a playful gesture. She even removed the condom for him and threw it in the nearby trash can.

“You got what you wanted, Max. And I got what I wanted,” she said proudly. “That’s the essence of the perfect deal.”

Without even putting her clothes back on, she reached into his discarded coat and retrieved the box with the cufflinks. She even opened it and held them in her hands again, reaffirming they were very real. Knowing now that they were hers and would be the best Christmas gift she ever got for her father, Stacy smiled as though she were the one who’d just had a good orgasm.

“I’d say it’s been a pleasure doing business with you, but…that might be too accurate,” Max said with an amused laugh.

“When it comes to great deals on Black Friday, there’s no such thing,” Stacy said, laughing as well as she gathered her clothes.

“It’s funny. When you first came to me, I just thought you were just some trashy girl in need of a bigger shopping budget…no offense,” he added.

“None taken,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“But this shit really matters to you,” he said in a more serious tone. “You really are a woman of your word. And you’re willing to do whatever to get the job done…including the sexy stuff. I may be a spoiled rich kid, but I totally respect that.”

Stacy cast him another amused grin, but still laughed with him. Max might have been a bit of a meathead, but he was honest and genuine. That counted for something in her book, just as much as upholding a deal meant a lot for her. Regardless of her willingness to employ sex as a negotiating tool, Stacy saw herself as a businesswoman above all else. She found deals. She made them. Most importantly, she honored them.

When it came to getting the best possible deal on this fateful Black Friday, she could safely say she’d come out satisfied.

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