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December 10, 2014
Erotic Advent by KA Hobbs
You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
*
Ten days till Christmas…
“I’m not sure.” I look at myself in the mirror and sigh.
“What are you not sure about? You look gorgeous!” Miley tells me reaching out to straighten the bottom of the dress.
“Navy though?”
“What is wrong with navy? You’re fucking gorgeous in navy. Your dark hair, those smoky eyes you pull off so well, Doug will come in his pants!”
“You’re disgusting!” I laugh looking into the mirror again.
Miley had chosen the dress, it was a navy floor length gown. It was halter neck which I didn’t
usually go for. But there was a deep V keyhole cut out of the front which made it seriously sexy.
Just under my busy there was a sparkly band. The top part of my back was exposed. I loved it.
“And these shoes, try them on.”
“Sparkles?”
“Sparkles, it’s Christmas girly!”
I slip my feet into the stupidly high heels and fall in love with them.
“You’re right. They work,” I smile, “I’ll wear my hair pinned up.” I hold my hair up off my face and turn around.
“Of course, with simple earrings, you’ll be perfect.”
“What about you? Why haven’t you picked any dresses out?”
“I’m sorted.”
“You went dress shopping without me?” I ask disgusted with my best friend.It was one of the rules of our friendship.
“I did not go dress shopping without you. Jonathan bought me a dress, which can I just add, is the perfect fit and style.” she raises her eyebrows at me.
“Of course it is,” I roll my eyes, “That guy is beyond perfect for you.”
“He really is.” she sighs dreamily.
“Show me the dress.”
I know Miley, she will have photos on her phone. She reaches into her bag and pulls out her
phone, scrolling through the photos till she finds the dress. When she shows me I grin.
“Red and low cut.”
“It’s Christmas!”
“And that means the girls come out?”
“Clearly.” she laughs taking her phone back.
“And he bought me a pair of black shoes to go with it, with silk ribbons that hold them on with a big bow at the back. The guy can shop!”
“Well at least he has one skill.” I mock, slipping out of the dress.
“We both know he has more than one skill, do you not remember me telling you what he can do with his mouth?”
“Miley, you’ve told me too many times to count, please don’t start again!”
“Okay, okay.” she holds her hands up laughing.
“Right, I’m going to need new underwear to wear that dress.” I tell her, sweeping the dress into my arms and slipping my feet into my boots.
“You need new underwear?”
“Yes.”
“Sophie, you have more underwear than the entire lingerie department!”
“Maybe, but as you keep telling me, it’s Christmas!”
“Come on then, lets go find something that will have Doug more erect than the Christmas tree in your parents lounge!” she cackles.
“Ugh. You’re…” I stop what I’m saying when I see it.
It’s a Mrs Claus outfit. Well, it wasn’t an outfit really, not suitable to be worn outside of the
bedroom anyway. Doug would love it. I head over in that direction and pick up my size, along with a pair of white stockings with little red bows at the top.
“Honestly, you’re out of control, Sophie!” Miley shakes her head at me.
“Look, it’s out first Christmas together, I want to make it memorable.”
“It will certainly be that!”
“Why don’t you get one to wear for Jonathan?” I grin.
“He’ll be more than happy with me wearing the new red knickers I bought with the big bow at the back and nothing else.”
“Lucky man!”
“Let’s find this underwear you need and go for a coffee, I am in need of a mince pie and a coffee!”
“Sounds like a fabulous idea!”
“Of course it is, I came up with it.” she winks and leads us over to a rack of black underwear.
*
He’s making a list
And checking it twice;
He’s gonna find out
Who’s naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
*
Five days till Christmas…
I was ready. Ready and waiting to spend the night with my best friends celebrating Christmas.
Doug was due anytime now. His annual Christmas ball was tonight and I was so excited to go. I’d heard from Jonathan how incredible this thing was and Miley and I couldn’t wait to experience it for ourselves. Jonathan always went and said it was one of the best nights of the whole year. Doug loved Christmas and made sure everyone who worked for him had a wonderful time. Everyone’s family were invited, there was a visit from Santa for the children, a winter wonderland to keep the little ones amused along with a feast fit for a King and dancing.
I was about to explode!
The buzzer goes and I buzz Doug in. I head into the lounge and spritz a little more perfume on and apply one last coat of lipgloss just before there is a knock on the door. I pick up my clutch and pashmina and head to the door, switching off the Christmas songs I have had playing all day on the way. When I open the door, I actually stumble back a little.
Standing before me, in a tux made just for him, a crisp white shirt and bow tie is Doug. He is
breathtakingly beautiful and his beauty makes my legs wobble in my heels. He is looking at
something on his phone, and when he looks up and meets my eyes the sexy smile I adore fills his face, his eyes sparkling.
“You’re perfect. Unbelievably beautiful.” he tells me, stepping closer and resting his hand on my hip.
“I could say the same for you.” I breathe, a little unsteady still. The effect he has on me.
“This dress, let me see.” he holds out his hand for me to twirl.
I turn on my heels and then step into him and press a kiss on his lips. When my tongue brushes his, he deepens the kiss, a groan coming from deep within his chest. It takes all my self control not to pull him into the flat and ravish him there and then. Stepping back to keep a little distance between us, I switch off the lights and pull out my keys from my bag to lock the door.
“I’m not sure how I’m going to survive the night with you looking like that!”
“You’ll manage. Oh! I forgot my overnight bag, one second.” I unlock the door and step back into my flat, walking into the kitchen when I left my wheelie suitcase.
“Okay, let’s go!” I smile, wheeling my case back out to the hallway.
When we get downstairs, Doug’s car is sitting waiting for us. He takes my bag from me and
places it in the boot before opening my door for me. When I’m safely tucked inside, he walks
around the car and slides easily into the drivers seat. When he starts up the car the familiar sound of Bing Crosby fills the car. I grin over at him and he grins back, looking like a little boy.
“I love you so much, Doug.” I tell him, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“I love you too.” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Let’s go. I might explode if I don’t get to see the famous Roberts Advertising Christmas party for myself!”
“It is rather magical, even if I do say so myself.”
Half an hour later we pull up to the venue hosting the event. There are thousands of twinkly lights outside the entrance that has been made to look like the North Pole. The child in me can’t help but feel excited! We are greeted by Elves who take Doug’s keys and take the car to park. As we step into the huge marque, I actually gasp. It is a winter wonderland, complete with Santa’s Grotto, reindeer and more elves.
“Oh my god!” Doug wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me to his chuckling.
“Happy Christmas, Sophie.” he presses a kiss to my temple as I stand there open mouthed and staring at the scene in front of me.
“Doug, it’s amazing!” I tell him, turning to look at him.
“Thank you. Everyone works so hard all year, they deserve to have a good time at Christmas. It’s my way of saying thank you for everything they do all year.”
“This,” I reach up and take his face in my hands, “Is one of the reasons I adore you, Mr Roberts.”
“There is more than one reason?” he grins.
“Lots more, and if you behave, I might just tell you what they are later.”
“Doug!” Jonathan’s voice booms from behind us and we turn around.
“Jonny!” Doug’s face lights up when he sees his best friend.
“You’ve made it better than last year, how is that possible?” Jonathan grins looking around as he walks towards us.
“Sophie, can I marry your boyfriend?” Miley gasps as she walks towards us too.
“No. You have your own!”
“And he would like to remind you, he is standing right here!” Jonathan scowls, pulling her to him.
“Why does Coopers not look like this at Christmas?” she asks pouting.
The red dress that clings to every curve, her glossy dark waves, her red lips and pale skin, she was a bloody knockout and I noticed a few elves had also noticed.
“Because Coopers is a nightclub babe.” he tells her, kissing her neck.
“And? People like this. I like this!” she tells him.
“Still a no.” he laughs.
“You look fucking gorgeous, Miley!” I tell her, pulling her in for a hug.
“Sophie!” Doug calls.
“What?”
“Mouth.” he shakes his head.
“Do I have something around my mouth?”
“No. There are going to be a lot of children here, please, just for tonight, don’t swear.”
“Got it.” I grin sheepishly.
“You look fucking gorgeous too!” Miley whispers to me.
“I need to go and check on a few things, help yourself to a drink. I’ll be back.” Doug tells us all, walking off in the direction of Santa’s Grotto.
“Is he Santa this year?” Jonathan asks me.
“What?”
“He usually is. Is he Santa this year?”
“He hasn’t mentioned anything.”
Doug. As Santa. Was it wrong that thought turned me on? I take a glass of champagne from a passing elf and head over to one of the many huge Christmas trees there was in the room. Decked out in silver and purple it looked gorgeous. There were little silver stars hanging off it, each one had a photo of a child in it. I looked closely and grinned.
“The family tree.” Jonathan tells me, coming to stand next to me.
“These are all people who work for Doug?”
“Yes, as children. Want to see Doug?” he winks.
“Yes!”
He walks around the tree and point to a star right in the centre of the tree. There in a perfect silver star is Doug as a little boy. He is sitting in-between his mum and dad, grinning into the camera wearing a big Santa hat. He looked so cute.
“This is a huge part of tonight, he always has this tree set up. Everyone loves looking at it every year,” Jonathan tells me, “He misses them still, you know?”
“I know he does.”
My heart feels suddenly sad for my gorgeous man. I know he misses his parents, but especially so at Christmas.
“It means more to him than he will tell you that your family invited him for Christmas, Sophie.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Jonathan.” I tell him smiling.
“I will miss his ugly face on Christmas morning though.” he grins.
“You’ll have Miley to keep you occupied.” I wink.
“You found the tree.” Doug’s deep voice comes over my shoulder.
“It is so beautiful, and such a lovely idea.” I tell him, turning to face him.
“I love this tree.” he tells me simply.
“And I love you.”
“Everyone is arriving, let me introduce the most beautiful lady here to them.”
“Thanks, stud!” Miley thanks him, “But shouldn’t you introduce your girl?”
“Come on you. Let’s go mingle.” Jonathan tells her, wrapping his arm around her waist and
steering her towards a group of men in tuxedos.
“Come on beautiful, I want everyone to meet the woman who has changed my life.” Doug pulls me to him and whispers in my ear.
*
“Ladies, gentlemen and little people, we have a surprise for you.” the master of ceremonies
announces, “Santa has just arrived from the North Pole and is sitting waiting for you in his grotto.”
There is excited whispers at this news and as I look around the ballroom, children are bouncing in their seats. Doug disappeared twenty minutes ago after telling me he was in fact going to be Santa this year, as was tradition.
“So, if everyone could make their way to the grotto, Santa is waiting to see you!”
There is a flurry of activity as every child rushes to get to Santa’s grotto. I pick up my coffee cup and finish it before heading that way too. It is only then I notice Jonathan hasn’t come back from the loo.
“Where is your boyfriend?” I ask Miley, linking arms with her.
“I have no idea.” she cranes her neck looking for him.
“Maybe something is up at the club?” I suggest as we get closer to the grotto.
“Maybe, it would be tonight wouldn’t it?” she rolls her eyes.
When we get close enough to see into the grotto, our question is answered. Standing next to
Santa himself is Jonathan… Dressed as an elf.
“Oh my god.” Miley whispers.
“You’re turned on aren’t you?” I tease.
“More than I should be considering he is wearing tights!”
Jonathan looks over at Miley and winks and I swear she melts right there and then, the only thing keeping her standing is my hold on her. For the next hour I watch as each child sits on Doug’s lap and tells him just what they would like for Christmas. After they have finished Jonathan reaches into a big sack and finds a present with their name on it.
“Thank you Santa!” one little girl squeals, kissing his cheek.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” he tells her.
I don’t think Doug has ever been so attractive to me as he is right now. Looking around he smiles, every child has been seen and given a gift. He meets me eyes then waves me forward. I walk towards him and he pats his knee. I take a seat, draping one arm around his neck.
“Well, Miss Bennett, what would you like for Christmas?” he asks, his deep voice sending chills up my spine.
“Well, Santa. I really don’t need anything. I will wake up with my family and my incredible boyfriend on Christmas morning. I don’t need anything else.”
“But if you could chose one thing? Anything you want, what would it be.”
“An iPad. I’ve been toying with the idea for months, and I’ve finally decided I want one.”
“An iPad, that sounds reasonable.”
“But Santa is not to buy me one.” I tell him sternly, looking him in the eyes.
“Santa won’t buy you one.” he assures me.
“Good.” I grin kissing him, when I pull back he leans in and whispers.
“Doug might though.”
Winking at me, he places me on my feet and walks behind his chair and through the curtain. “That man!” I groan. to myself.
The night is one I will never forget. The whole evening must have taken so much planning. I find out during the course of the evening, Doug has paid for every single one of his team and family to stay the night. Enabling the parents to enjoy themselves and the children to crash out when they’ve had enough. I fall more in love with him the more I speak to everyone. They all love and respect him too. I was so proud of him.
When I’ll be home for Christmas begins, I’m swept up into Doug’s arms and whirled around the dance-floor. It doesn’t escape me that there are a lot of females eyes on Doug. As we dance to the music, Doug’s hands slide down my back and over my thighs, stopping at the tops of my thighs.
“You didn’t tell me you were wearing suspenders.” his voice is suddenly thick in my ear.
“I thought you would have found them before now.”
“Probably a good thing I didn’t, being Santa and all.”
“Probably.”
“This Christmas is going to be the best one I’ve ever had, Sophie. You know that?”
“I hope so.” I kiss him softly.
“I’ll be with you, of course it will be.”
Santa Baby begins to play and we’re joined on the dance-floor by Jonathan and Miley. As I watch them dance I find myself blushing. They were just dancing, by the look in their eyes, it was intimate. Sexy. Doug pulls me a little closer to him, pressing his erection into me and brushing his thumbs over the bumps of my suspenders.
“What will you be filling my stocking with this year, Mr Roberts?” I husk, feeling so turned on I could barely think straight.
“Oh, now that would be telling wouldn’t it?” he teases, brushing himself over my tummy a little more.
“Doug, please can we go back to our room?”
“We can do anything you want to.” he tells me, kissing me.
“I want to make love to you.”
“Then let’s go.” he smiles taking my hand.
Everyone had pretty much disappeared, so we go relatively unnoticed. On the lift ride to our floor, Doug pins me to the wall, kissing my throughly, then pulling back and dragging one finger from my jaw line to the tops of my breasts just visible through the keyhole at the from of my dress.
“I think Christmas is about to come early.” he pants, grinding his arousal into me.
“I hope so.” I growl at him, pulling him with my as the lift doors open.
And it does.
More than once.
*
He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been good or bad!
So be good for goodness sake!!
*
Three days till Christmas…
“And you’re sure they won’t mind?” Doug asks, wrapping Harry’s present.
“I’m certain. They want you there, Doug. And more importantly, I want you there.”
This was our first Christmas together, there was no way Doug wasn’t spending it with me. Mum had asked us both for Christmas and I had accepted on both of our behalves. I knew Doug would spend it with Jonathan if he didn’t spend it with me like every year since he lost his parents. But this year, this year he would be spending it with me and my family and I couldn’t wait.
“If you’re sure.” he smiles, as he pulls a piece of cello-tape off of the dispenser sealing the ends of the box perfectly.
We’ve wrapping presents and listening to Christmas songs for the last two hours and honestly, he was better at it than me. A perfectionist in all things, Doug was the perfect present wrapper. I would be proud to hand these gifts over on Christmas morning based on the wrapping alone.
“Does Jonny mind you not spending it with him?”
“Mind? Of course he doesn’t. He gets to spend it with his family and Miley. They don’t want me hanging around.”
“Miley said they were splitting the days.”
“Christmas eve and Christmas morning with her parents. The rest of Christmas Day and Boxing Day with Jonny’s.” he repeats to me, like he has been told thousands of times. He probably has.
Our best friends were madly in love and you couldn’t separate them. They were one of those
couples who couldn’t sleep if the other wasn’t in the bed next to them. They were adorable.
“I guess Jonathan is looking forward to their first Christmas together as much as Miley is.” I grin, tying a bow on my mums present.
“You think? He has told me like ten times what the plans are.” he rolls his eyes.
“It’s sweet. Don’t be a Grinch!”
“A Grinch? I’m not a Grinch,” he glares at me, “I have you know, I love Christmas.”
“I know you do,” I grin, “You’ll love my Mrs Claus outfit.” I smirk at him.
“I really wish you wouldn’t tease me,” he winks at me, “When will I get to see that by the way? I’m guessing you won’t be wearing it down to breakfast with your family.”
“I’m wear it when I’m supposed to wear it, when I’m delivering presents to you.”
“I’ve never been so excited about Christmas morning in my entire life!”
“It’s all about the lingerie with you isn’t it?” I roll my eyes.
“Sophie, you’re forgetting one thing. You bought the outfit. Not me. You love it just as much as I do.” he raises one perfect eyebrow at me.
“Maybe a little more.” I whisper.
“Sophie?” I look up at Doug who is getting to his feet.
“Yes?”
“We’re going to bed.”
*
Ohh! You better watch out!
You better not cry
You better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
*
Christmas Day…
I was certain he would be awake before me.
He wasn’t.
So I was going to make the most of it. Slipping out of the bed, I pad to the bathroom taking my robe and the bag containing my Mrs Claus outfit into the bathroom. I close the door and strip naked. I brush my teeth and brush my hair, it is behaving itself so I leave it down.
As I slip into the ridiculously small outfit and into my stockings I hear movement outside the
bathroom. Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Who the hell is awake? The feet stop outside the bathroom and whoever is on the other side of the door pushes it. It doesn’t open, of course. I hold my breath and hope whichever member of my family it is, they go away. I had my dressing gown with me, but they would surely spot that my legs were incased in white nylons.
I wait.
They wait.
Then they leave, coughing as they go.
Harry.
Deciding not to take any longer than was needed, I attach the last suspender to my stocking, slip on my robe and pick up the rest of my clothes. I unlock the bathroom door and step out onto the landing. I think I’ve managed it, no one is around, then Harry comes out of his bedroom.
“Morning, Loafy.” he whispers, scratching his bare chest.
“Morning, Hazza.” I whisper back.
“Why are you awake so early?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep.
“Just needed the loo.” I mumble, walking closer to my bedroom door where a sleeping Doug is.
“Why have you got cha….” His eyes look at the pile of clothes in my arms then down to my
stockinged legs.
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to know.” He shakes his head walking towards the bathroom, “And I don’t want to hear it either!” he whisper growls at me.
“You won’t!” I scowl at him.
“Happy Christmas!” he winks at me, “I’m sure it will be a very happy Christmas for Doug.” he winks before closing the bathroom door.
I slip into my room and close the door, Doug is still fast asleep. He is on his back, the duvet low on his hips, his perfect bare torso exposed to my hungry eyes. He was so gorgeous and he was all mine. I grin to myself as I slip my robe off my shoulders. I pad quietly over to the bed and slip under the covers. Straddling his hips I wait, leaning forward and letting my hair slip forward over my shoulders, I pick up the final piece of my outfit. A Santa hat.
It takes longer than I thought it would for Doug to wake up. When his sleepy blue eyes finally
open, they heat in seconds. And I feel his swell against my backside. Oh yes, Happy Christmas.
“Happy Christmas, Doug.” I whisper, leaning forward and brushing my lips softly over his.
He kisses me back enthusiastically, his hands coming up to grip my hips, his hips rising off the bed to push into the heat of my backside.
“Happy Christmas my Angel.” he husks against my mouth.
“Do you like your first present?” I grin at him.
“I won’t be asking for a refund.” he grins back, before moving and flipping me onto my back.
His lips trail over my collar bone and the tops of my breasts. His hand slides down my side and tops when it gets to the top of my stockings. Running his finger over the top of the lace top and snapping the suspender against my thigh.
“God, you’re beautiful.” he smiles against my skin.
“You’re gorgeous.” I tell him.
He nestles in-between my thighs, his erection pressing against my core. I wrap my legs around he back and pull him to me. As he slips inside, he closes his eyes tight and groans. We begin to move together, clinging to each other.
“I want every Christmas to be like this, Sophie.”
“I do to.” I pant.
As we both climb higher and closer to our release, Doug flips us over so I’m on top of him,
Reaching for my breasts he releases one breast from the confines of my outfit. Sitting up, he takes my erect nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, the feeling and change of angle tipping me over the end. I sink my teeth into his shoulder to stop myself calling out. I feel him go tense under me then a rush of warmth as he pours his release into me.
“I love you.” he pants.
“I love you too. Happy Christmas, Doug.”
“Happy Christmas, Sophie.”
© KA Hobbs 2014
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December 9, 2014
Erotic Advent by Cameron Lincoln
Beneath the tree, a gift divine,
Awaits, prepared, expectant, mine.
Aglow by fire, glistening, poised,
Wrapped up in ribbon, deliciously moist.
Barber’s pole socks, stretched to the knee,
Blindfold depriving sight of my glee,
Candy striped gloves, a crimson gag,
Choking sweet whimpers, breaths in a snag.
I untie the bow, tender flesh found.
Tracing my fingers on trembling mounds.
Pinching, caressing, igniting your lust,
Savour my presence, surrender your trust.
Christmas cheer spreads, legs alongside,
Through cinnamon trail, deft fingers glide,
Soon joined by lips, suckling on treats,
Tongue keen and eager, to dance as I feast.
Sinking inside you, all senses raised,
Rhythmically pulsing, tending the blaze.
Rivulets coursing betwixt clashing thighs,
Guiding our bodies to new festive highs.
Bonds now unwrapped, silence now broken,
Poems are gasped, sonnets soft spoken.
Promises set for unending smiling,
Coiling together with passion beguiling.
2014 © Cameron Lincoln
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December 8, 2014
Erotic Advent by Zoey Hart
I’ve been a little naughty
Spread me over your knee
Taking my spankings
For you, I’ll plea
Tan me until
Hot to the touch
A bright jolly red
Is never too much
Making you promises
To be good next year
Spilling the lies
I want you to hear
Smooth and caress
Dip your fingers inside
Moaning and squirming
Pleasure I won’t hide
Hot whispering breaths
Upon my ear
Softly urging me
Come now, my dear
Loud passionate cries
I can no longer fight
Surround yourself in me
On this Christmas night
© Zoey Hart 2014.
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December 7, 2014
December 6, 2014
Erotic Advent by S.J Warner
“Be at mine by seven, wait in the master suite.”
Why he never sent a text or picked up the phone to ring her she didn’t know and she would never have asked. The rose was his calling card and would have been romantic had it not been Christmas eve. She had so much to do and now none of it would get done. Yes she could have denied receiving the rose but that was never going to happen and he knew it, that’s why he had the blood red, long stemmed rose delivered to her door at five o’clock the night before Christmas. He knew without doubt she would follow his note to the letter.
She placed the rose in the vase with the others, all of different ages, each one kept and even dried afterwards. Each one a precious reminder to her of the time spent with him.
With the rose in water Cordelia looked down at her watch, realising she had just enough time to take a quick shower before she would have to leave her house and make her way to his. As she headed up the stairs she wondered just what he had planned for her that night.
Entering the bathroom she switched on the shower before tying her hair in a loose bun. Thankfully she had washed her hair that morning as she wouldn’t have had time to dry it… Stepping beneath the hot stream of water she washed her body in the honey scented shower cream he preferred, her preparations all to please him.
Shutting off the shower she walked into her bedroom, standing naked before her wardrobe she wondered what to wear. Not that it would matter as he wouldn’t see her wearing it, well not until she left his house anyhow.
Finally she decided on an ankle length black wool skirt and white cashmere jumper, not bothering with the luxury of underwear she dressed hastily before pulling her hair out of the bun. Sitting down at her dressing table she began to brush the thick, heavy brown locks. Once she was happy there were no tangles left she began to braid her hair into one long plait, just the way he preferred it.
Slipping on a pair of kid leather ankle boots she was finally ready. heading to the door she picked up the ribbon with the key attached and the Christmas present she had picked out for him. She had agonised for weeks over what to buy for the man that had everything he desired. Even as she held the small box in her hand she wasn’t sure whether or not to give it to him.
Shaking her head softly to clear her thoughts, knowing standing in her hallway brooding wasn’t going to help.
Stepping out into the cold air she made her way down the path towards the brilliant red Volvo S60. He had given her the car for her birthday, she had argued it was too much but he had given her ‘the look’ and she had backed down knowing there was no way he would leave with the car. As much as she had thought it was an extravagant present she now loved the car so very much and used it as often as possible.
Slipping behind the wheel she began the short drive to his house, arriving in a matter of minutes . Pulling up outside his imposing Georgian townhouse she switched off the engine, pausing before turning to look at his house. The house was usually in darkness whenever she arrived but as she looked she noticed a light coming from the room she knew to be his office.
Did that mean he was here already? If so why had he sent the key?
Looking at the clock on the dashboard she saw it was a quarter to seven. Checking her appearance for a final time she exited the car, pressing the fob to lock it behind her as she walked towards his front door.
Closing the door behind her, shutting out the cold, dark winter’s night. Taking a deep breath she was hit with the scent of Christmas tree’s and cinnamon mixed with aroma of him, a deeply masculine fragrance, clean but spicy, an aroma that drove her to distraction every time she inhaled it.
Removing her boots she placed then on his orderly shoe rack, walking barefoot towards the stairs, the original black and white tiled floor cool against her flesh. The dark wood bannister that led up the stairs was wrapped in a beautiful garland of Ivy and red velvet ribbon.
Climbing the stairs to the second floor not bothering with the lights as she could walk to his room blindfolded. A smile crept on to her face as she remembered the times she’d had to do just that.
As she reached the landing outside his room her hand wrapped around the handle, quietly opening the door to the room, the master suite in more ways than one. He had lit a fire, making the room warm for her. Using the glow from the fire to see she made her way to the table beside the bed, bending down to flip the switch that would turn on the small lamp that rested on the table.
She gasped when instead of the lamp the whole bed lit up, fairy lights had been wrapped around the four posts and canopy of his bed. Once again a smile appeared on her lips as she realised he had done that for her, knowing just how much she adored Christmas.
Stepping away from the bed she quickly made her way across the room towards the wardrobe, placing the small present on the shelf he had cleared for her before stripping. Folding her clothes with careful precision she placed them next to the present. Closing the door once she was finished she walked towards the fire, the air cool against her naked flesh. It was then that she noticed the box lying on top of his chest of drawers, the box was nothing special, just a plain white box tied with red ribbon.
As she got closer to the box she noticed the note that had been slipped beneath the ribbon, pulling it out she unfolded the paper and read…
‘Wear me’
Her fingers quickly untied the ribbon and removed the lid, lying there on delicate white tissue paper was a scrap of red fabric. When she unfolded it she found it was a pretty red silk thong trimmed with the most delicate and intricate white lace.
Slipping the tiny scrap of silk and lace up her long slender legs she took a quick look in the mirror before making her way to the bed, kneeling beside it, her head bowed anxiously awaiting his arrival. She was glad of the warmth from the small fire but still she shivered slightly, the same way she did whenever she waited for him to appear.
A cool draft of air enters the room and she knew, knew he had finally arrived. Instantly her senses are heightened, hearing him place something down she drew in a deep calming breath as her thoughts drift to what the night may bring, even though she had never been able to guess before.
Feeling his hand on her braid she jumped slightly, so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed he had approached her.
“Stand.”
His voice little more than a whisper but filled with power. Quickly she obeyed him, keeping her eyes to the floor as she stood before him. His hand grasping her chin, pulling her face up gently to meet his eyes, his smile stole her breath and the look of pure love in his eyes made her weak.
His hand reached for hers just before he led her across the room, coming to a halt in front of his full length mirror. immediately she dropped her eyes, looking away from the vision in the glass. She could feel him shake his head as he sighed softly.
“You’re beautiful my sweet, look at yourself, see what I see.”
His one hand softly caressing her back as the other hand moved to her cheek, turning her face towards her reflection.
“Don’t move until I say little one.”
Dropping his hands from her body he stepped away, leaving her staring at her reflection. Her eyes watching his every move in the antique glass, watching as he undressed. Removing his dress shirt, exposing the intricate tattoo that ran up his arm and across his chest and back.
Looking up he caught her staring at him, with a nod of his head and a smile she had his silent permission to continue watching as he undressed. HIs large hands moved towards his black tailored trousers, with a quick but elegant movement of his hands the trousers were unfastened. Her eyes followed every movement as they dropped to the floor.
With a click of his fingers her show was over. Dropping her eyes to the floor as she heard him moving around behind her. Her heart racing, knowing it was time for whatever he had planned. Sensing him behind her she felt her breath quicken, goose-bumps rising on her skin that even the warmth from the fire can not stop.
A loud bang echoing around the room as he drops something to the floor, making her jump. The shock stopping as his hand wrapped around her braid, pulling sharply, just short of painful, her head lifting with the pressure yet she kept her eyes downcast.
His hand moving from her braid, encircling her throat, pulling her tightly against his hard body. his lips meeting her flesh, placing soft kisses along her shoulder before retracing the path, replacing the kisses with bites. She couldn’t help but whimper at the first bite, the next bite even harder as punishment for her soft outburst. Taking a deep breath she concentrated on the tingling left behind by each bite, controlling her reaction to the pain he caused. His shaft pressed against her back, growing longer and harder with every bite.
removing his hand from her neck she felt him slip something else in place, a sharp intake of breath as she heard something click.
“Merry Christmas My sweet. You may look.”
His permission granted her eyes lift from the floor to look at her reflection. There placed around her neck was a slim, black leather collar, trimmed with deep purple velvet. Gasping at the beautiful simplicity of it she touched it, almost as if to make sure it was real.
“Thank you Sir.” Her voice filled with emotion.
before she had chance to lower her gaze he quickly grasped the D ring on the collar, leading her to the bed. Pushing her down face first, his hands running down her spine, slipping his fingers beneath the thin straps of the thong, pulling it down to her knees.
Grasping her wrists, pulling them above her head, lying straight out on the mattress. Taking a length of black velvet ribbon he quickly bound her wrists tightly together. Her breathing hard and fast with arousal, knowing he would be taking her to places that night that she had never gone before.
“Your safe word my sweet, what is it?”
“Raspberry Sir.”
“Good girl. Don’t forget, say it and everything will stop.”
His words whispered in her ear as he stroked the smooth flesh of her back, buttocks and upper thighs, caressing with tender precision before walking away.
The soft sound of a drawer opening and closing making her skin tingle with anticipation. His footsteps mere whispers on the dark wood floor as he returns to her side. again his hand caresses her flesh, soft sweeping caresses across her buttocks and thighs. Realising what it is he has planned she begins to take deep breaths, calming herself, relaxing her muscles knowing it won’t be long until she felt the bite of his crop across her flesh. Her mind racing, wondering how many tonight? soon she had her answer as he whispered…
“Twelve my sweet. A very festive number, don’t you agree? Don’t forget your safe word little one.”
Cordelia nodded softly in response as she lay there waiting. She knew he was holding back, making sure she was completely ready.
Taking a couple more deep breaths she closed her mind to everything but the moment, concentrating on her breathing as she felt the sharp, intensely hot pain of the crop.
Once…
Twice…
Three times and then the soft coolness of his hand.
“Thank you Sir.”
Her words whispered but expected.
Again the crop strikes, three move perfectly placed welts, again her thanks were whispered. Her breathing harsh and ragged as she struggled to control her body and reactions, knowing the last six strikes would be the worst.
His hand running over tender flesh, soothing the heat from the welts, at the same time she was hit with the feel of the crop striking hard across her thighs, twice on her left and twice on her right.
His hands moving down, stroking her thighs before pushing them wide apart, tearing the delicate thong around her knees, exposing her core to his attention. A single tear running down her cheek as he steps back. The final two strikes of his crop connecting with her swollen clitoris, white hot pain mingling with pleasure as her body explodes in climax.
Leaning over her, holding his crop in front of her the red flecks on the black crop shinning in the glow from the fairy lights, lifting her head slightly she placed a kiss upon the crop before breathlessly whispering
“Thank you Sir.”
Throwing the crop to the floor he moved to stand. before she had chance to think he pushed three fingers deep into her heat.
“Good girl.”
Praise for how wet she was as his other arm slipped beneath her hips, lifting her off the bed, what’s left of her thong slipping down her leg with the movement.
Withdrawing his fingers from her heat he softly caresses her clit with her own essence, pleasure coursing through her body again, his solid length replacing his fingers, rubbing her clit gently before slamming hard into her core, forcing the breath from her lungs as he held her firmly in place with the arm that encircled her hips. over and over he pulled out to his tip before slamming back into her body. her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as his free hand twists around her braid, pulling her head back as his strokes became shorter and quicker, pounding her towards climax again.
“Come. For. Me.”
His words breathless orders before he slammed into her one final time, their cries mingling before they collapse onto the bed.
Realising she had cried out Cordelia flinched beneath him.
Damn she knew better than that!
His mouth pressed against her ear he softly whispers
“Don’t little one, it’s fine. I pushed you hard, it’s fine.”
Eventually he released her from her binds and pulled out of her. Lifting her off the bed he pulled back the duvet before placing her with care on the cool cotton sheet that covered the mattress.
“Your present, I want to give it to you Sir. Please.”
Nodding his head in agreement he smiled at her, watching as she rushed across the room to retrieve the small parcel. As she returned to the bed she could feel a blush marring her cheeks as she handed the gift to him.
Taking a seat delicately she tried not to put too much pressure on the welts. his arm wrapping around her waist making her flinch as he pulled her towards him before he began to open the parcel.
Suddenly she was filled with doubt, wanting to run and hide in case he hated his gift Cordelia tried to rise but his arm held her tightly stopping her from leaving.
Wrapping paper removed he opened the box, there resting in the velvet was a thick band of platinum. Pulling it from the box he noticed the words inscribed on the inside.
Yours always Sir
Placing the ring on his finger he smiled softly at her before kissing her. Pulling the duvet over their now cooling bodies they lay there in the glow from the fire and the fairy lights.
As her fingers traced the intricate pattern of his tattoo he released the tie from her hair, gently teasing out the long braid, stroking her long dark hair as her eyes grew heavy.
Just before sleep took her she heard him softly whisper…
“Merry Christmas little one, I love you.”
2014 © S.J Warner
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December 5, 2014
Erotic Advent by Marcus
A frosty night below the northern lights
High atop the world of ice and snow so white
A journey made once a year
To the land of polar bears and reindeer
The eve of Christmas ’twas the night
Anticipation drives me, pure delight
Dasher Dancer Prancer and Vixen, Comet Cupid Donner and Blitzen
All are ready with the star Rudolph in the sleigh sittin’
Fame got to his head
Because of that fucking nose so red
Off they go
With old fat Nick in tow
All the elves fast asleep
After filling their bellies with treats
The door lay open inviting me in
A roaring fire glowing within
This cozy wintery house
Only one creature was stirring and it wasn’t a mouse
Stockings pulled tight up to the thighs
The moment I saw her lust sighed
Two glasses with ice and a bottle of jack
Pour us a drink she said and come lay back
Cookies and milk will not do
She smiles; not on this night with me and you
My fingers touched her curled up toes
And shimmied up to her nose
Planting kisses along the way
Her eyes watched with a sway
She licked her lips painted black
And drooled spit on her lovely rack
Squeezing her titties
Nibbling her nibbies
Her breathing deepened, her breasts heaving
Her pretty now sweating and dripping
Licking her folds
Fisting my hair, her hand firmly holds
Shouting commands driving me crazy
Tongue darting in and out and all around her pussy
Give me the cock she says with a scream
Fill my mouth with your sweet cream
Well, let me just say I did what was told
As I fucked her mouth low and behold
One of the elves appeared, Jenny her name
A sexy little kitten wanting to join the game
A tiny creature all of four feet tall
As delicate as a china doll
She climbed onto the bed
And started fingering Mrs Red
While my cock was pounding her mouth
Jenny was working down south
The two of us pleasing Mother Christmas
And it was fucking delicious
All through the night three of us fucking
While Saint Nick was delivering
One night a year I make my way to the North Pole
To fill a clients twitching hole
Before walking out I leave my card on the table
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The night Santa really came to my home
He left a sack of coal with a note ~ naughty boys roam
2014 © Marcus
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December 4, 2014
Erotic Advent by Pen Name K
I patiently watch her from across the room,
like a predator watching his prey.
Her silk nightgown clings closely to her damp skin,
and her nipples hardened away.
She is fresh from the shower’s cleansing,
my groin tightens at the sight of a woman this kind.
I begin my approach careful not to scare her,
I can smell coconut as I draw near her from behind.
Slowly I move her long curls away,
from her shoulder and kiss her ear.
I witness her soft moans of approval,
Now tasting her neck while gooseflesh appear.
I gradually move the strap of her gown down,
exposing one perfect breast.
I reach around and lightly cup it,
she moans and prepares for the rest.
I take my time exploring her skin,
pushing my other hand up into her hair.
And with urgent aggression, grip it tightly,
bringing her head back no longer playing fair.
A soft cry escapes from her mouth,
as I bend her forward onto the bed.
I tear her panties off of her,
my intentions no longer needed said.
She opens her body welcoming,
my first thrust inside her deeply.
Screams of our pleasure fill the night,
I growl in my conquered victory.
K
2014 © Kahla Kiker
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December 3, 2014
Erotic Advent by Raven Anxo
Christmas found us snowed in, cut off from the outside world for a while at least. Fortunately everything for the big day had been brought and stowed away before Mother Nature threw her hissy fit. For three days Geoff and I had tipped toed around one another, the sexual tension between us building. How long it would be before one of us exploded I had no clue, but the situation couldn’t continue on indefinitely.
Deciding to get an early start on the Christmas day veg I head into the kitchen and start working, anything to try and calm my body and mind down. A foolish hope as Geoff walks in heading to the fridge. Shifting so as to try and get out of his way our bodies touch briefly. Eyes locking I see fire in his before I end up plastered against the wall. A low groan escapes from my lips as his hard bulge presses against my own, my body responding to the closeness.
“I can’t take this anymore David. I won’t. I know you want me as much as I want you, so stop fighting it.”
Before I have time to form a coherent reply his fingers yank my zipper down, my weeping cock grabbed by his smooth hand. Kisses pepper my jaw line before he steps back, releasing his hold. “Get out of those clothes. Now.”
Rational thought gone flying I comply, watching hungrily as Geoff does the same. Soon we are standing naked in the kitchen, our hard lengths jutting out in front of us. Moving forward I raise a hand to touch his face, a move halted as he grabs it, spins me around, and pushes me over the counter top. Vegetables go flying as my chest hits the cold marble, my cock pressed against the unit underneath it.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long. This Christmas and every damn day after you are mine.”
The sound of something being squeezed catches my attention before a gasp flies from my lips as coldness hits my puckered hole. A sensation quickly forgotten as I feel you place a finger inside of me, quickly followed by another one. You stretch me, priming me for what is to come. “Please,” I almost beg as my own length pushes for attention.
“I like it when you beg,” Geoff replies.
Beg, plead, fuck I’ll even get down and kiss his feet if he just gives me what I want and need. A sudden feeling of emptiness hits as I feel his fingers pull out.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to move until Boxing Day,” I hear him growl.
Then I feel it, the head of his cock pushing against my hole. Instinctively I start to move back.
“No. Stay where you are.”
Fighting my instincts I do as asked and am rewarded by the feel of his hard, hot length sliding home. My hands grip the counter edge as he hammers into me, my fingers trying to dig into the marble. As he continues on I smile, seems being snowed in isn’t that bad after all.
2014 © Raven Anxo
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December 2, 2014
Erotic Advent by Ethan Radcliff
I got home after work a very hard day
Tired and sad
Wanting to sleep Christmas Eve away
Sound pretty bad?
Leftovers for dinner is what I had
No tree here for me
I put on my robe stripped off my clothes
Sat and watched TV
Show after show all glitter and glow
Across my screen
A message did appear
It said for good time
Call me here
I had nothing to lose so I grabbed the phone
She answered so mellow
“Hi are you all alone big fella,” she said
“Yes seems bad?”
“Well for a few extra dollars,” she said
“I’ll make you glad.”
A smile came to my lonely face at her words
A lucky fellow?
Can there really be some joy for us nerds
She was at my door
In minutes wrapped in red then in my bed
Clothes to the floor
Cock went deep into her red pretty mouth
Had me hard
Felt so good been through a sexual drought
Had me off my guard
Then she climbed on my ready and waiting cock
Rode me fast
Can you say I was in a bit of erotic shock?
Was I going to last
“I have a Christmas present for you,” she said
The a knock on the door
Another came in a gorgeous buxom redhead
Sat right on my face
The one on my cock began to chant these words
Cum Dancer
Cum Prancer
The redhead giggled galore as her juices surged
My cock gave a jerk
My rider humped and ground her body again
Libidos going berserk
But she howled that nerds certainly reigned
Me, had a merry time
So to all you there alone, read this naughty poem
A silly Xmas rhyme
So a Merry sexy erotic Christmas, it’s the only kind.
2014 © Ethan Radcliff
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December 1, 2014
Erotic Advent by Tammy Louise Wilkins
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Emerald eyes sparkle with a wicked glint
Ruby lips painted by a luscious tint
There they stand, beneath the mistletoe
With smiles that gleam, glisten, and glow
Flames flicker amidst the fire
As their hearts fill with passionate desire
This one night could start it all
This one night could make them fall
Succulent scent fills the air
As it dissolves all past despair
Their hearts mend each other
Their lives meant to be spent with the other
Snow flutters to the ground
Hands entwine and hearts are bound
Nothing can compare to a feeling like this
Love’s fate now sealed by one Christmas kiss
© Tammy Louise Wilkins 2014.
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