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Erotic Advent by Der Erzahler

Cloth cut, just the right length

Two reds and two greens

In spirit of the season

A reason to celebrate

You are my gift

~

You lying face down

Wrists bound to the bedpost

Tied, with precise bows

One green and one red

You are my gift

~

A pillow beneath you

Ass arched, legs spread

Ankles tied, with precise bows

One green and one red

You are my gift

~

You are laying there

Spread, tied and ready

With a red ball gag

Green thong panties

You are my gift

~

Wood paddle in hand

Caressing your ass cheeks

Knowing they’re soon to be red

Beneath your green panties

This is your gift

~~

2014 © Der Erzahler

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Erotic Advent by Laurie Schmidt Lee

Snow falling outside
White, fluffy and flowing
Fire crackling inside
So warm and glowing


Tree is green and huge
Just smelling divine
Such a wonderful sight
It is a glorious pine


All decorated with ornaments
And lots of sparkling lights
They are all beautiful and shiny
And make it all look so bright


You then take me in your arms
And hold me so tight
As you look at me with lustful eyes
That feel so right


You take my hand
And lead me into our room
I strip down slowly
For my handsome groom


You place me on the bed
And stare at me mesmerized
As you move across me
And lower your head


You find my clit
With your talented tongue
What a wondrous feeling it is
And so much fun


You suck and lick
And then fuck me with that tongue
I am not sure how much longer
Until I cum


I scream your name
With such delight
As you drink all my juices
Up so right


You suck harder
As I start to see stars
You make me climax
And make me dream afar


You are the best my love
And I have to say
Happy Holidays to you
On our wonderful day

2014 © Laurie Schmidt Lee

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Originally posted on High in the Woods:

A Picture

Shutter snapped, to freeze a moment in time

Fields of golden wheat gently kissed by the wind

As their stems sway, they wave to the sun in gratitude

Shadows that mix with reflecting light, they dance in rhyme

Like the oceans waves coming in and going out

The heart of a flower zoomed in to its centre

Collecting pollen a creature as clear as fine crystal

The tiny hairs standing at attention

It’s eyes, enormous globes that twirl

Thats how the camera captures the soul of this being

A canvass lays flat, alone and depressed

As the artist begins to stretch it to frame

Its smile appears within the fibres

Waiting now to be stroked and brushed

With colours that will bring it to life

Landscapes of valleys and seas

It carries from forests to mountain tops

A portrait of a Beautiful Lady
Lines and shapes that entice…

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Erotic Advent by Angel Poet

 

Twas the night after Christmas

And in the North Pole

Mrs Claus anxiously

Awaited for Santa to show

All Wrapped up

in ribbons and lace

A sexy negligee

Put on without haste

garter and bows

5 inch heels

She knew would

give him a nutcracker thrill

Then suddenly a clamor

Was heard

St nicks had arrived

And soon would be served

His Christmas surprise

Enter he did

With a grin

Gave a wink

What he saw

Just amazed

Aroused little nick

“Come here my elf

Let me explore

Unwrap my gift

I hope there’s more”

Then he whistled

And shouted

As he licked his

Creamy surprise

Couldn’t contain

His moaning sighs

Now faster

Oh dancer

You prancer

My little vixen

I’m cuming

Oh Cupid

My donger

Is blitzen

His hearty laughter

Could be heard through

The night as he shouted

To all

Merry Christmas to all

And to all a good night

Wishes everyone for

A naughty night

2014 © Angel Poet

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Couture Cards | The Christmas Edition.

Originally posted on The Life of the Live Love Laugh Girl:

Hello lovely readers! With Christmas nearly on our doorstep, I shall be overloading you with festive articles from unconventional Christmas literature and film, to reader mail, to last-minute Christmas accessories, to treating yourself to a mini Christmas haul. To begin the festivities, today’ article is an exclusive preview of my first live Couture Card from my up-and-coming shop.

The Christmas Edition

I’d been designing my statement Christmas card long before the holidays approached. It was originally created for a relative. However, having adored the design so much, I gave a select few of lovely readers the chance to to receive the first samples of what is to come from my Couture Card Collection.

The selected readers were oblivious to what would be sent there way as they are used to my annual Christmas wishes. I cunningly asked them all about their preferred nickname and favourite colour. The latter was used for the picking of the envelope for which the card would be sent in.

The Readers’  Reaction

My postman loves me this morning! As well as my gorgeous phone case he also delivered this beautiful card and little gift from my darling friend, Tammy-Louise. Thank you, Sweet T, it’s beautiful! – S. J Warner.

Thank you sweetheart!! I love it & you! Mwah!! Merry Christmas! – Caroline Juliette.

Thanks for my card, it’s beautiful! – Hayley-Eszti Szücs

Thank you so much for the card and the little bookmark – so lovely, and I will definitely get good use out of the bookmark, it will be great to have something so pretty and well-designed get me through the dull literary theory reading I’m doing at the moment! –Katharine Cheston.

The Readers’ Thoughts

One of my lovely readers, Ms. S. J Warner, kindly wanted to share her verdict on the card:

I received my card very quickly. It is fabulous! It isn’t cheap in quality like some handmade cards and, instead, is of a very high quality. The graphics are beautiful and the personalisation was superb. Even the quality of the envelope was wonderful. I would happily send one of these cards out to friends and family!

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Erotic Advent by Carrie Anne Ward

It was snowing with a blistering force outside that evening, as Carrie waited like an impatient child for her Christmas present to arrive. She needed to find something to take her mind off the excitement of Santa arriving at midnight. She selected one out of a hundred books in the library to read, set it down on the coffee table, and ran upstairs to get ready.

Moments later, she returned back to the cosy warmth of the living room, wearing knee high candy cane striped socks, an expensive red lace thong that knotted into bows on both sides of her sculptured hips, and a matching bra, which tied into a bow between her lusciously pert breasts. Why couldn’t Santa have a gift on Christmas day? This year, I will be his gift! she thought, nodding in agreement at the reflection of herself in the large mirror over the stone fireplace.

She placed herself down on the sheep skin rug next to the hissing fire, laying on her tummy, and kicked up her legs as she began to read her book. She struggled to read at first, as the only source of illumination she had was the fire crackling beside her, and the fireplace surrounding it was covered in Christmas fairy lights that continued onto the 6 foot Christmas tree next to it. A few candles were scattered around the living room, and the room danced and sparkled like a fairytale wonderland. However, she refused to give in, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to switch on the light and ruin the erotic romantic scene she was trying to create.

Hours went by, and as she drifted off into her imaginary world between the pages of her book, she was brought back to the here and now by the sound of someone shuffling about in the hallway. She closed her book and rested her head on her hand, as she continued to swing her legs in the air behind her. A surge of adrenaline pumped through her tiny body, and she could no longer contain her excitement.

In he walked, wearing a silly floppy Santa hat-which he quickly threw off as he strolled over to her-and a red and white Santa jacket-which hung open and exposed that beautifully moulded body of his. He wasn’t naked, though – he wore tight red briefs, which hung so low on his defined V-shaped hips. Carrie felt herself squirm with delight, and she bit down hard on her lip with want. Finally prising her eyes away from the beautiful package he had in his briefs, her eyes skated south over those strong muscular thighs, to reach those sexy black Santa boots. Never had she ever thought that Santa boots would have her panting with desire.

He stood strong and proud before her, those penetrating eyes glaring down at her, and she rapidly climbed to her feet. “I’ve been such a bad girl this year, Santa. I wasn’t sure you would come. However, I thought I would make it up to you by giving you me as a Christmas gift.” She smirked. “Would you like to unwrap your present, Santa?” she asked, and stepped forward, placing both her tiny hands on his bare rippled abdomen, skimming her fingers over the ridges and up over his pecks, round to the nape of his neck, and up into his hair. She stood on tip toes, and brushed her sweet pouting lips against his, waiting for him to make the next move.

“You have been a very bad girl this year, Carrie, and for that I will spank you as punishment. In return, as a gift to us both, I will fuck you… hard!” Anthony, also known as Santa, hissed.

“Hmmm, yes, Santa,” she hummed against his lips, and kissed him so hard and passionately that the sheer force of their lust was bruising. Santa snaked his hands around her waist, lifted her off the ground, and moved her towards the fireplace. Her legs swung beneath her, as she continued to seduce Santa by kissing and nipping at his neck, whilst he moved her into position. He placed her feet back on the floor, and grabbed at the fairy lights over the fireplace.

“Put your hands together in front of you, Carrie,” he demanded in a husky, deep voice. She smiled, put her hands together, and waited as she watched the beautiful man before her move closer. His eyes were alive with a fiery passion, and the light from the roaring fire made his skin shimmer like gold.

He took the fairy lights and wrapped them around Carrie’s wrists tightly; it hurt as the wire pinched at the delicate flesh around that area, but it looked beautiful nonetheless, as the lights created a speckled effect on her skin. She looked up through her lashes, smiled, and eagerly awaited.

Santa swept her long, dark red hair back off her shoulders, and bent forward to whisper in her ear. “Turn around, naughty little girl. Santa needs to punish you for being on the naughty list.” Excitement took control of her motor functions, and she spun on her heels with a little too much enthusiasm. She placed her hands on the shelf of the fireplace, and watched the fire dance before her, hypnotising her with the warmth of its yellow, red and blue flames. The heat was unbearable, and she wriggled with discomfort as the sweat began to dot across her skin.

Santa placed two strong hands on her hips and pulled at the ribbons on her thong. The thong fell into a red heap on the floor by her feet, revealing her extremely aroused, smooth, glistening pussy. She heard a groan of satisfaction from behind her, and pushed her hips back, teasing and enticing Santa with her Christmas gift for him. She giggled ever-so-slightly, but soon stopped when a firm hand came down on her bottom. It stung, and her flesh began to throb wildly. She sucked in a breath, but she had no time to prepare for the next 5 spanks planted across her buttocks. She panted and groaned, and was desperately wet for him. She needed to feel his cock inside her, to come so hard that the neighbours would think that Santa was killing her when she cried out in pleasure.

“Please fuck me, Santa!” she begged breathlessly.

Santa released his penis from the confinement of his tight, immensely sexy, red briefs, and rubbed the tip of his shaft at the entrance of her greedy, throbbing, wanton sex.

“Are you going to be a good girl next year, Carrie?” he murmured, still teasing her, and she grunted in frustration.

“Never, Santa!”

“That is exactly what I wanted to hear.” He chuckled, and slid his very hard erect penis into her tight warm vagina.

He filled her completely, sliding that beautifully thick cock of his teasingly slowly in and out of her, joining as one with each other’s beautiful bodies. Her heart pounded, her breath burned in her throat. It was incredible, like all of her Christmases had come at once. The muscles in her belly tightened, and she felt the familiar pull of her orgasm brewing. Just as she was about to come, with an angry force, he pulled out.

Santa spun her around, put her bound wrists over his head, grabbed her firm bottom, and lifted her up off of the ground. Instinct told Carrie to wrap her legs around his waist and, as she did so, he lowered her onto his stiff wet cock, and she gasped at the amazing feeling of him pushing into her. All of the muscles in his body tightened and flexed, and the whole of her body responded to the sexy sweat-riddled Santa fucking her. He lowered her back onto the sheep skin rug, and began to pound into her sex once more. Passion lurked in their veins, and she met him in an erotic rhythm as their bodies smacked together.

“Carrie, I need to feel you come all over me. To feel the tightness of your pussy latch onto my manhood, and watch you wriggle and writhe beneath me,” he grunted, as his large, powerful body plunged into her with a sexually charged impact.

His words were her undoing, and she unravelled under him, screaming as her body quivered from the power of the orgasm rippling through her tiny body. The undoing of his words became his own undoing, and he pulled at the ribbon between her heaving breasts with his teeth, unleashing them from their lacy prison, for Santa to suck and knead with his tongue and teeth. He kissed Carrie with an unyielding passion, moaning into her mouth, as he came hard, hissing her name through gritted teeth, and spilling his salty seed inside her silken pussy.

“The naughty list is so much more fun than the nice list, Santa,” she giggled. She couldn’t wait to see what she would get next year.

“I will never stop believing in Santa,” she whispered blissfully, and kissed him once again.

© Carrie Anne Ward 2014.

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Originally posted on High in the Woods:

Felicia here.

I needed a distraction so here I am thinking to myself what better way than to keep close my missing. I’m overwhelmed by the love given by so many. I need to respond but the amount of messages received has left me paralyzed. I would love to respond to all individually but thought I could do it like this.

I wanted to share with you a bit of my Marc.
I first laid eyes on him from behind, it was at a Bruce Springsteen concert. He sat right in front of me he was on a date with another girl. If you know Marc once the lights dimmed and music started he lit a joint hehe. The girl with him didn’t approve and asked him to not. Marc said no, after a lengthy heated chat…long story short, she walked out on him. He started passing the weed around…

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Erotic Advent by Callen Wright

The Lady In Red

She stood before me

Wearing nought but a bow

Milky flesh wrapped in crimson

Her sapphire eyes set aglow

Sat me down in my chair

Her hands spreading my thighs

Only speaking the words

“Time for your Christmas surprise”

She opened my pants

Her hands sliding inside

Freeing my shaft

Her mouth open wide

She took me in slowly

With her ruby lips

She moaned with pleasure

As she grasped my hips

Up and down her head bounced

As her hand stroked my cock

My pleasure built quickly

Toes curling in my sock

Pleasure took me over

As I growled and roared

I pulled her hair tight

As I erupted with her reward

My body kept shaking

As she swallowed each drop

Her head in my hand

I begged her not to stop

She smiled and stood

Adorning her cloak

She left just a quickly

Not a word she spoke

I give you this truth

As these words

I have said

My best gift of all

Was the Lady in Red

© Callen Wright 2014.

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Erotic Advent by Magenta Nero

 

On the first day of Xmas

my true love summoned me

a message from a white dove

 

On the second day of Xmas

My true love prepared for me

a plush bed of pillows

and a bowl of fresh creamy milk

 

On the third day of Xmas

my true love said to me

I shall expect you in the dungeon

on the strike of midnight

not a minute before

 

On the fourth day of Xmas

my true love presented me

with a black lace corset

fine hose stocking

silver handcuffs

and a thick leather studded collar

 

On the fifth day of Xmas

my true love gave to me

five

firm

spanks

hands cuffed and tied

to a high beam

legs spread apart

toes barely touching the ground

 

On the sixth day of Xmas

my true love abandoned me

suspended from the ceiling

five

desperate

tears

muscles stretched and stinging

throat dry and burning

blindfolded and gagged

all alone in the empty silent dark

 

 On the seventh day of Xmas

my true love returned to me

desperate sips of water

from his open palms

licking every drop, wasting not,

thirst unsatisfied

choking sobs

as his footsteps

slowly walked away

 

On the eighth day of Xmas

my true love fed to me

tiny mouthfuls of

warm apple pie

with whipped cream

gulping greedily

dripping down my chin

he licked my lips clean

then granted me

a deep tongue tied kiss

 

On the ninth day of Xmas

my true love appeared to me

am I dreaming

I can no longer tell

mind is hazy

fingertips are grazing

body twisting

hips are raising, damp thighs,

fingers probing with ease

nipples clamped

in a merciless pinch

 

On the tenth day of Xmas

My true love said to me

little pet

you are pleasing

so obedient

voice in my ear

breath on my neck

cooling strokes head to toe

with the leather crop

then harder strikes

slowly building welts

in tender shades of pink

 

 On the eleventh day of Xmas

my true love watched over me

crying with exhaustion

weakened by hunger

trembling with desire

pushed beyond endurance

limbs are on fire

bitterness and despair

five

pleading

words

unanswered, unheard,

left alone again

to contemplate my fate and

slip away into an altered state

 

On the twelfth day of Xmas

my true love came to me

all bonds released

lips gently kissed

gathered in his arms

passionate embrace

delicate caresses

carried to our bed

bound wrists and feet

with thick rope

sharp canines, a knowing smile,

twinkle in his eye

now it’s time for the feasting to begin

2014 © Magenta Nero

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Erotic Advent by J

 

T’was the night before Christmas…



When all through the house…



Not a creature was stirring…



Not even a mouse…



The log fire was burning…



Stockings hung up beside…



Christmas filled the air…



As pure white snow fell outside…



She sat patiently waiting…



All alone in the chair…



Hoping he would arrive…



It was more than she dare…



As she’d written her letter…



She’d been such a good girl…



But now craves the badness…



As her senses spin and whirl…



She waits for him to arrive…



In Red silk and Black stockings…



And a pair of high heeled shoes…



Completes her Christmas wrapping…



Her body tingles with excitement….



As she touches her clit…



Whilst beginning to dream…



So wet at the thought of it…



Allowing her mind wander…



To what will happen next…



When he touches her body…



And passionately kisses her neck…



Before bending her over…



Forcing himself deep within…



Making her gasp so loud…



Making her wicked mouth grin…



And fucking her so hard…

That snowflakes fall from her eyes…



Treating her like a fucking whore…



In a Christmas angel disguise…



This is what she’s wanted…



And her fantasies just begun…



Because she’s waited all year…



For him to make her cum…



2014 © Jamie B

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