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December 24, 2015
Christmas Eve by Sydney Taylor #CinnamonTreats
The night before Christmas,
She walked through the door.
Dropped all of her packages,
Right there on the floor.
She hung up her coat,
And kicked off her shoes.
Turned on some music,
The sweet sound of blues.
Made her way to the kitchen,
For a glass of red wine.
There she found his note,
It sent tingles down her spine.
Have you been a good girl?
All Sugar and spice?
Time for Santa to find out,
If you’re naughty or nice.
Bring up two glasses,
And the bottle of wine.
Leave your clothes here,
I want to see all that’s mine.
Quickly she stripped,
Her ample frame bare.
Her nipples grew hard,
from the chill in the air.
At the top of the stairs,
She entered their room.
Heart pounding her chest,
A deafening boom.
At the sight of him,
She was licking her lips.
A Santa hat on his head,
Pants hung low on his hips.
She tried not to giggle
at his choice in suits.
He had all but a shirt,
Right down to the boots.
He caught her attention
With the flick of his wrist.
She spotted the crop,
Grasped tight in his fist.
I’ll ask you again, Kitten.
Naughty or Nice?
Answer me now,
don’t make me ask thrice.
She sturdied herself,
Or at least she tried.
“That, Sir is something,
Only Santa can decide.”
“Oh sweet one,”
He said through pursed lips.
“Your wise ass remark,
Just earned clamps on those tits.”
She had known better,
but she had a quick tongue.
Two clamps bit down hard,
between, a silver chain hung.
By that chain
She was led to the bed.
“Hands flat to the mattress,
Legs wide, he said.”
“It appears that you’ve decided
to take the naughty route
Santa’s crop to your ass,
Will turn that about. “
With that first strike
Came the sting she loved to hate.
“Start counting girl,
Don’t make Santa wait.”
She counted each blow,
To her cheeks left and right.
He then pulled her chain,
Making those nipple clamps bite.
She could feel her sweet nectar,
weeping down her thighs.
When he reached out to touch
She sang a carol of sweet sighs.
“If you’re quite done,
Giving me sass,
Santa will take,
Your sweet little ass.”
She needn’t answer,
His suit hit the floor.
He slipped inside gently,
Then pushed a little more.
He knew her so well,
Body and mind.
He knew when to be stern,
Yet more importantly, kind.
They rode waves of pleasure,
He made her heart sing.
The love between them,
A most beautiful thing.
She collapsed in his arms,
Once the playing was done.
He looked in her eyes,
Whispered, “you are my one.”
He plucked a box from the table
Smiled at her with pride.
Inside was a note,
Kitten, be my Bride?
The beautiful diamond ring,
Took her by surprise.
She couldn’t control,
The tears falling from her eyes.
Yes! She said, Oh Yes!
As he slid the ring in place,
Then kissed the tears,
Streaking down her face.
Neither could be happier,
It was so hard to believe.
That anything could be better,
Than this, their first Christmas Eve.
© Sydney Taylor 2015
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December 23, 2015
Elves Christmas Party by A. Stone #CinnamonTreats
A gathering of delinquents
Late Decembers come
Dressed in their red hats
Hands full of toys and rum.
No family at this gig
But a friendly face a must
Bought their Christmas cheer
Along with Nordic lust.
A feast of festive flesh
Santa’s full of treats
Mrs Claus on her knees
While Santa takes a seat.
A tangle of elves all naked
Small arms and legs laid bare
100 bottles of cinnamon gin
Tis the party of the year.
Elves ‘Work hard…Play hard’ is their motto
They can’t just rely on luck
But come the 26th December
All they do is…
© A. Stone 2015
(Pictures sourced from the internet).
The Grandma That Nobody Wanted by Linda Apodaca #CinnamonTreats
Happy smile and waved. I waved back smiled and then continued with my walk around the block because I had too many things to do that day. I started to sing Amazing Grace my mothers and grandmothers favorite song, the one I sang at their funerals, and for the first time in three years I felt at peace; Like my mother and grandmother were right there with me on my walk. I could even hear them humming along.
When I came back the other way I had forgotten about the little old lady until I saw her sitting right next to the fence. She yelled,” Hi Mary!”With glee in her big blue eyes and that big Beautiful smile upon her face. How are you doing? I haven’t seen you in so many years! She exclaimed. Why don’t you come and sit right down here by old granny and tell me what’s going on with the whole family, it seems everyone has forgotten all about me! Well to say the least I was speechless and flabbergasted. For you see, my name is Linda not Mary! But how can I tell that to this sweet old lady who obviously didn’t get any company from friends or family. And when I looked into those big, Beautiful, Longing eyes I just couldn’t say No so I said, ok granny but I can only stay for a little while because I have laundry and dishes waiting for me at home. And as she let out her breath she had been holding she said,
“Oh don’t you worry about that, those things will still be there when you get back.. Unlike me which is not a for sure thing. She giggled and continued on. Now tell me, how’s your mother doing? And that cute little baby of yours? A girl? Right? How old is she now? About 4 years? She asked the questions one after the other, so fast I didn’t even have time to answer. Finally when she paused for a breath, I answered. Yes granny she turned four in April. Her name is April Fern and she is really growing like a plant (excuse the pun). Mother is doing well she is still working.. So how have you been doing granny? I asked to change the subject back to her. Because I didn’t even know this lady or what she was going to say or ask next. She didn’t answer, I don’t know if she didn’t hear me or what so I asked another question a bit louder. Do you have any boyfriends? She said,” Mary Hush your mouth! You know the only one for me is your grandpa Jim! I know granny, I know I was only joking. Sorry! So have you seen grandpa Jim lately? Girl.. Your worse off than I am! She said snickering.. Her blue eyes got misty as she said,” your grandpa Jim has been gone for about twenty years now hunny. But I do see him every now and then, especially in my dreams. How I miss that sweet dear soul! Me too granny.. Me too! I must make a confession sweetie she whispered, that’s who I was talking to when you saw me earlier. And now you coming to visit me, two blessings in one day; how lucky can an ole lady get? Like I said before I am both speechless and flabbergasted, and I can’t believe believe how easily this conversation is going considering.. 1.) I don’t even know who this lady is. 2.) my name isn’t Mary.. 3.) I don’t have any children! Well granny, I really must be going for now. But I will come and visit again, ok? Ok dear, don’t forget to tell your mother I said hello and for her to come and visit me soon. And give that precious little girl a big hug and kiss from her great granny Dee ok? Ok granny bye for now! And as I hugged her tears rolled down her cheek and I wondered to myself if they were happy or sad tears.. Happy tears for the happy visit? Or sad tears? Her thinking I might not come back to visit again? Or a mixture of both? I would be sure to ask granny on my next visit but I’m guessing Both! Oh my God! I can’t believe I just did that, had that conversation with that lady. Oh well I’ll just have to stop by the cemetery tomorrow and tell mother that granny say’s hi. And my little niece Angie will have to be my pretend daughter. Wait until I tell my fiancé about this one, he’s going to think I’m nuts.. Oh well, maybe I am. The next day when my fiancé Julian came over he wanted to take me out to eat but I told him I wanted to cook him a delicious homemade dinner instead, so that we could talk about something. At first he was thrilled at the idea of a home cooked meal but after some thought he asked,”ok but it’s not about me, right? I’m not in any trouble? No darling it’s not about you and your not in any trouble, this time I said with a playful giggle. It’s about your crazy fiancé and some of the crazy things she does and the crazy things you’ll have to put up with, once you marry her that is, I said laughing. So after a delightful, delicious dinner I spilled out the whole crazy episode that happened to me the day earlier. So.. What do you think Julian? Julian? At first my fiancé was so quiet I thought he was going to walk right out on me. Instead after several minutes he burst out in laughter.. My mouth dropped open and tears began to fall. He gathered me in his arms and said, hunny don’t cry. I’m not marrying a crazy woman at all. I’m marrying a sensitive, Loving, caring woman whom I Love even more Now. You silly, wonderful woman you, he said while squeezing me tighter. But what am I going to do now Julian? I asked wiping my tears. What do you mean? He asked. You continue to visit ole granny, that’s all I. But Julian, what if I forget something she has already mentioned? Or what if I change names? Or what if..she doesn’t finish her last question when Julian cuts in and says,” oh hunny don’t worry so much; granny will probably forget before you do..we both started laughing at that one. All you gotta do is write everything down after each visit if your that worried bout it, like in a journal or something. Yes..! A journal, oh Julian what a wonderful idea! I love you hunny! I love you more he said softly snuggling me closer. Well our visits only lasted a little over a year, granny Dee as I called her; I found out her real name was Dolores Vera cinnamon Shannon, died on a Friday night. Exactly eight months after our extravagant wedding, which granny insisted she pay for, as long as she was invited to the wedding. Of course your invited granny, I wouldn’t even get married without you there I told her. Like I believe that she said with a snicker, and we both laughed until we were crying. By that time she really was like a grandma to me. We were really close, so close in fact that everyone at the nursing home thought I was blood related, her long lost granddaughter. At every visit granny would pull out her worn out Bible and tell me; when I go to be with grandpa Jim I want to leave you this but on one condition. She looked me straight in the eyes, I want for you to visit me at the cemetery and I want you to chat, sing, and read the Bible to me and grandpa Jim, ok sweetie? Remember dear read my( your) Bible daily and keep God first and your life and marriage will both be worthwhile, ok dear? And I would tell her oh granny don’t talk like that! But she would insist; promise me Mary.. Promise me! Ok granny okay was Always my response to her Beautiful blue eyes. So here I am sitting in front of granny’s grave, reading my (her) Bible to her, and I can see that big Beautiful smile that she gave to me not so long ago, on my walk around the block, on that May Day. The day God gave me a very special grandma that nobody else wanted..! After singing Amazing Grace, my mothers, grandmothers, and granny’s favorite song.. The one I sang at all of their funerals, I opened my Bible to read one last passage and white turning the pages a piece of paper fell out along with a picture, a picture of granny’s special Christmas/Birthday party. I started to reminisce about the Christmas/Birthday decorations, the cake, and the smiles on granny’s and all her friends faces. They had Never seen such a party and Everyone had so much fun! The smell of pine cones and cinnamon treats were Everywhere! And let’s not forget the huge Christmas tree and of course Santa, which I thought was too much but Julian insisted! It was a picture of granny sitting on Santa ( Julian’s) lap. And when he asked her,” what do you want for your Christmas/Birthday present? Young lady”.. She looked him in the eyes and answered,” I want for you and MRS clause to live Happily Ever After.. And I want to spend my next birthday with “My Love!” Everyone cheered with tears in their eyes.. Including Santa.! I started getting dizzy again so I headed for home. And the minute I walked in the door I showed the piece of paper to Julian so I wouldn’t forget. Then I got woozy again, Julian helped me to the couch and brought me a glass of water. Thank you hunny maybe too much sun,now what is this? He started to read the paper.. Wow! He exclaimed.. What? I asked after taking another drink. It’s a safe deposit box note, maybe granny was a rich old lady who left us thousands of dollars.!!! Wouldn’t that be nice? He asked daydreaming. I playfully punched him on the shoulder, Julian, be serious. Ok okay let’s go and see what ole granny has for us. Probably old love letters, or maybe an old hope chest?.. Hmm both our minds were racing and we were guessing all the way over there. Maybe a beautiful China set, or quilted blankets made by granny’s loving hands? But when we found out we were both speechless and looked at each other with our eyes wide open and our mouths dropped open. My husband was the first to speak when he choked out.. I was only joking about the thousands.! When I finally found my voice I said,” I know hunny, but it’s not thousands.. It’s millions.! There was also a very special letter written to me from my very special granny.. Written with a shaky hand and a Loving Heart.. It reads.. My Dearest Mary, I know that Mary isn’t your real name and that your not really my flesh and blood granddaughter ( although you are my Heart and Soul Granddaughter) But you coming back again and again, visit after visit and getting close to me like a Real granddaughter meant more to me than you’ll ever know,( especially since I had no family.) I know I can never ever repay you for all you did for this lonely old lady; but maybe just maybe this little gift will help out a wonderful, loving newlywed couple on their new journey of life together. And I will Always and Forever hold dear and cherish the one and only special birthday party my Beautiful granddaughter and Santa threw for me, right before my passing. And yes grandpa Jim was there too, he also met me and took me by the hand on my last day here on earth, while I was clutching onto my special wedding picture the three of us in one hand and a picture of me and my beloved on the other. For this is how I fell asleep each night, at peace. Again.. Thank you.. Linda for keeping your promise to a crazy, lonely ole woman whom you barely even knew but came to know and love like your very own grandmother. I know you kept your promise because I watch over you Always. And I am watching the tears flowing now as Julian finishes reading these words to you as you could not finish reading as tears started flowing shortly after starting this letter and if you noticed they are also stained with my tears as well. Once more (because like I said I could never Thank you enough) Thank you Linda from the bottom of my Heart.. For Everything!!! Love.. HUGZ.. And kisses.. Granny Dee p.s. Extra HUGZ and Kisses to my Great Granddaughter.! Julian and I both looked at each other and laughed. Well needless to say after all the sun and excitement I was dizzy yet again and sick to my stomach. So Julian said straight to the doctors for you young princess and then home so that I can look after and spoil you! He had no argument from me. Once there the nurse asked, are you pregnant? No I answered, just too much sun, excitement and I think I might be catching a stomach bug. Oh ok she said but let’s take a urine sample any way. About an hour later doc walks in and asks,” so, you had an exciting day? Oh yes! Was my reply. Well I bet I can make it even more exciting. Oh Really?? Julian chimes in thinking he is flirting. Yes indeed.. Doc says smiling. It’s not the sun or the excitement or even a stomach bug that has you feeling this way.. He pauses.. Looks to me then to Julian and back to me again, but stays quiet.. Well what is it then? I finally ask.. Oh I thought you’d never ask he said laughing.. It’s the Baby.! BABY? We both say in unison. Yes.. Baby doc repeats. Julian’s eyes fill up with tears as do mine. Finally all choked up I say Thank you doctor thank you! Oh don’t thank me.. Thank hubby here.! And before you know it we are in each other’s arms crying and laughing tears of joy at the same time.! Thank you darling Thank you.!!! A couple of months later we found out the baby was going to be a girl. But that was no surprise because an Angel had already told us. And we named her; Dolores April Fern Apodaca. Dolores of course after Granny Dee , April,Fern so I didn’t have to lie and my middle name, and Apodaca, my new last name! And yes we give Dee Dee extra HUGZ and KISSES from her great granny Dee.. Oh and yes.. We lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER..!!! The End.. No make that.. The Beginning.!
All Rights Reserved- Linda Apodaca 11/20/15
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December 22, 2015
Christmas Eve With The Yeardleys by Sarah Michelle Lynch #CinnamonTreats
Christmas Eve with the Yeardleys
The children are tucked up in bed upstairs, sleeping soundly after Noah told them Santa doesn’t deliver if he knows you’re awake. The house quiet, the Nottinghamshire countryside surrounding them white and treacherous, they don’t plan on going anywhere for days.
Noah and his wife Charlotte sit across from one another by the Inglenook fireplace, a low coffee table between them. Sat in a deep, fur rug on the floor, they comfortably sip mulled wine, a Scrabble board on the table between them.
Charlotte has a filthy grin decorating her face. She already knows she has won. He can’t possibly beat the score she’s going to get.
“Please, show me what you’ve got,” she asks.
Cocking one brow, he replies in a deep, baritone voice, “Later, darling. For now I’ll show you my letters.”
She giggles, her eyes wide, flirting with him.
Whoever wins gets to decide how they spend the rest of their Christmas Eve.
Placing his letters on the board, she knows she’s going to enjoy wiping the smug grin off his face.
“There, how about that then?” he asks, his shoulders lifted in triumph.
“Not bad,” she replies, “not bad.”
Counting up his score for treats combined with a double word score, she assigns his total.
“Well, you scored 118 altogether,” she says, “poor me, eh?”
He chuckles loudly. “The victor would always be me, of course.”
She sits, her lips pursed dramatically. “The victor? We’ll see…”
She places her last letters on the board. Her word cinnamon uses letters already put down and the latter n also happens to land on a triple word score.
“Well, now, I believe I have scored 135 altogether,” she giggles.
Frowning, he demands, “Bloody show me that. Let me check there’s been no cheating here.”
Checking their scorecards, his face falls. “Well, I was really rather hoping to give you a surprise tonight which is why I saved those letters for last.”
“Fifteen points as opposed to thirty-six darling, does not a winner make,” she tells him cockily, tidying their Scrabble set back into its box. “Now, I believe the agreement was I get to decide the entertainment this evening.”
He folds his arms. “But we know it’s better if I take charge.”
She folds her arms. “But we know it’s better if I take charge.”
They sit glaring at one another before he puts his bottom lip out. “I went to a lot of trouble.”
Sipping the dregs of her warm, mulled wine, she relaxes as she pours a little more for both of them, the roaring fire and their nightcaps making their cheeks flushed.
“Let’s see about this trouble, oh husband of mine.”
He celebrates inwardly, his eyes lighting up, a yeeesssss said under his breath.
She shakes her head, grinning. “Noah, if I don’t like it… whatever this plan of yours is, just remember I won fair and square and therefore, I have ultimate superiority tonight.”
“Yeah, you think you do,” he says quietly, but she hears him.
Never is Noah harder nor more desperate for her love than when she is in charge, but the power games persist, the back and forth unrelenting. Who can outdo who? How can they keep surpassing all their experiences so far? It was getting more difficult. After all, they’d experienced so many things together:
Noah peeping from behind a modesty curtain as a lesbian licked Charlotte mercilessly to orgasm;
Noah watching Charlotte with two big, gay men;
Noah hearing how Charlotte incensed all those hundreds of men in her domme days, his cock growing harder by the minute as she described her encounters;
Noah hearing Charlotte and her best friend Flo exchange tales of cock, kink and considerable explosions;
Not to mention their own private times involving dildos, whips, chains, lube, gags, masks and corsets – plus Noah role-playing her fantasy men: a fireman, policeman, artist, physician, gigolo, pilot, billionaire and even a lonely soldier, back on leave, gagging for it.
He has spent many, many hours of his life fulfilling her every fantasy, satisfying her every need, because what gives her pleasure always gives him pleasure.
What a terrible existence.
Standing, he holds out his hand, “Upstairs, baby.”
She takes his hand and he pulls her to standing, too.
Hand in hand, they walk from the lounge to the wooden staircase, she in her silk nightdress and matching dressing gown, and he in his Egyptian cotton robe with just boxers beneath.
Before he opens their bedroom door, he asks, “Are you ready?”
“I’m more than ready to turn down your plan in favour of mine.”
(She doesn’t really have a plan set in stone, and always prefers whatever settings or scenarios he has come up with, but egging him on always seems to bring out the best in him.)
He grins, his stocky body shaking with suppressed laughter so they don’t wake the children. “You know you’ll give into me, baby.”
“Will I?” She cocks one eyebrow, awaiting whatever he’s got in mind.
“Ready?” he asks, his broad, exposed chest catching her eye.
“As if you need to ask.”
He swings open the bedroom door and inside, she finds what he’s prepared for her.
“Wow,” she responds.
“I know.”
They step inside the room and Charlotte carefully examines the setup.
It requires precisely a second’s thought before she tells him, “Me likey.”
He shuts their bedroom door and locks it, telling her, “Oh, I knew you would.”
“How did you manage this without me knowing?”
He grins. “While you read the children their bedtime story tonight… I raided the store cupboard. I’ve had his stuff hidden away for weeks.”
She removes her silk dressing gown and asks, “Where do you want me? How do you want me?”
“Naked, and of course, on the table.”
She grins and complies.
Heading for the professional looking massage table set up next to their bed, she uses the height of their bed to make a tiny leap from there onto the table, without all the fuss of inelegantly pole-vaulting while naked.
Noah removes his robe and chuckles. “I would have helped you hop on.”
“You’ve got it set at your height. Don’t you know these things move up and down?”
“Talking of things that move up and down…” He motions at the contents of his boxer shorts. “…I just saw my sexy, voluptuously gorgeous wife get naked and I got hard. Only ever you, baby.”
“I feel exalted,” she cackles.
Her face not yet in the circular holder, she keeps her eyes on him and watches as he works his way around the room. The lights are already dimmed and their red furnishings and dark wood furniture throb with almost as much sexual intensity as Charlotte; the low lights making everything look blood-red.
Noah lights an oil burner and some candles. “You love massaging me and together, we’ve had some pretty fucking amazing massages together. So… I thought I’d take a little course in secret.”
Cracking his knuckles, she giggles.
“You took an actual course? When?”
“Oh yeah, laughing now aren’t you? When these magic hands touch your body… we’ll see eh?”
“I loved your hands even before you took a course.” She winks, sending him an air kiss. They’ve always loved rubbing one another but she never expected this level of commitment from him.
“Hush. Now, put your head in the holder. And prepare for a professional, full-body, all over, top to toe, toe curling, titillating, possibly also terrifying massage from your husband.”
She lifts her head slightly and barks out a loud laugh. “Fucking hell, Noah.”
“Ha!”
He forces her head in the holder and tips half a bottle of massage oil straight onto her back. Slightly warmed, he watches as she shivers with delight, little slippery drips wriggling between the dips and valleys of her back.
“I still love your fucking magnificent back,” he compliments her.
“You’re still a very dirty bastard, even three kids and a shit load of sleepless nights later.”
“Never fucking slept, me.”
“Ahhhh ohhhh baaaa-haaaa-ahhhh,” she groans, as he begins working out the knots around her shoulder blades.
“That good, eh?”
“So good.”
She doesn’t want to tell him that the experience is all the better for it being his hands on her.
“Well,” he continues working, “I thought why bother yourself going to a spa for your massages when you could have them right here, at home?”
“Sooooo gooooddd,” she agrees. “Just so I know, did you get a certificate? Will you be putting it up with your degrees on the office wall?”
“Behave, Charley, behave,” he warns.
She chuckles, before a weighty silence falls. “I love you, Noah.”
“I know baby. We’ll be quiet now so you can relax and unwind, let your mind float away. I have music, if you’d like?”
“Yes, lovely.”
Noah reaches for his phone and the speakers on the wall began playing tracks by Enya.
“Oh, lovely.”
“Okay, quiet now,” he suggests.
She lies quiet and while she does, he admires her body, inch by inch. Working on her lymph glands, he watches as her body swells and heats with relaxation. Slowly, so he doesn’t shock her, he inches his hands to the base of her back and gives her kidneys a little workout, but not so she’ll suffer in the morning. Gradually his hands sweep over the swells at the tops of her buttocks and she lies completely still.
By the time he’s massaging the pads of her toes and the delicate skin in between, he realises she’s not moved or responded for a while.
“Charlotte?”
No response.
Moving to the head of the table, he gently lifts her and finds she’s asleep.
“Oh, darling.”
Patting her down dry, he gently lifts her from the table and carries her into bed. Turning off the candles and the heated oil, he joins her under the covers naked.
Cuddling, she tells him sleepily, “I’ve ruined it.”
“No, no, it was perfect.”
He did what he set out to do – helping her relax and float away. He knows how stressful Christmas can be for Charlotte, with her family landing on their doorstep every Christmas morning, bringing with them too many extravagant gifts and all their own children, too. Noah bought their Nottinghamshire hideaway in Sherwood Forest, knowing their property would be such a place for big family get-togethers. He’d never wanted a family, not until he met Charlotte.
She rests in his arms and he begins knotting her hair round his fingers.
“I’ve never been happier,” he says to the room as she snores gently, her body rising and falling on top of his.
In the middle of the night, Noah hears something creeping on the stairs and shoots out of bed, stomping down the hallway to see what’s happening.
When he gets to the top of the staircase, he sees it’s actually Clement, their Irish Setter.
“Clement, bed. Now.”
The dog cowers and rushes away back downstairs and into the kitchen, where he sleeps by the radiator. Still, that never stops the naughty canine from trying to sneak into bed with Xander, his favourite heat source.
Getting back into bed, Charlotte complains, “God you’re cold.”
“Better warm me up then.”
She kicks him away and he fights to get some of her warmth.
“Am I really the only person who doesn’t do whatever you say?”
“Yes, you bloody bad wife.”
“How bad?” She turns and bites her lip. “I mean, do you want your nasty Christmas present now?”
He chuckles quietly. “It’s four a.m.”
She snickers. “Okay, then!”
Jumping off the bed, she races to the chest nearest her bed and opens a drawer. From inside, she drags out a pair of lace, crotch-less panties.
He draws breath.
“You know I hate these,” she says, swinging the garment on her finger.
“Well, I don’t!”
“Hmm, so I have a compromise.”
Out of the same drawer, she pulls a second, matching pair, and asks, “If you will, I will.”
“My size?” He looks at her seriously.
“Dirty fuck. Is that all you can ask?”
“Are they my size or what?”
“Am I me, or what?”
She flings his pair at him and immediately, his rigid cock and balls hang outrageously from the slit where the gusset should be.
Standing by the side of the bed, she slips hers on and touches herself.
“That’s vile,” she tells him, clearly aroused.
“You better lock the door again,” he murmurs.
She giggles and walks to the door to lock it.
Turning to walk back to the bed, she stares at the sight of him sprouting from the red knickers with black trim and groans, “I can’t wait.”
Climbing onto the bed, she straddles him and they fix themselves together, the base of his cock grating against the rough lace. The bonus is her clit grazes it every time she shimmies herself around his length.
“I need you,” she says, and he understands.
Rolling her beneath him, he kisses her, hands entwined, bodies shifting slowly.
He licks her breasts and grows harder, filling more of her.
Enjoying his coarse beard, she tugs at his greying blonde hair and runs her hands around all the planes she’s so familiar with.
Before long – as is their custom – her panties are ripped from her.
However, his remain – a new custom.
He lifts slightly so they can both watch his cock protruding from the slit, his muscled body unsuited to such delicate underwear.
There’s just something about the sight of it that has them both highly aroused.
“You’ll come, Charley.”
He hits her hard and deep a few times, and she comes.
Ripping the knickers off himself afterwards, he agrees, “Vile things.”
“Knew you’d go off them, as soon as you tried them for yourself.” Snaking around one another, they cuddle tightly. Charley throws her leg across his body and murmurs, “You know I always do it better.”
“Pardon fucking me, but if you’d stayed awake longer earlier, I was going to massage these ginormous breasts and your glorious pussy. It was no ordinary massage course, believe fucking me.”
She giggles.
“I had all your pressure points mapped out in my head,” he insists, “it would have been marvellous.”
“This is marvellous,” she says, “just this.”
“Yes, it’s quite wonderful, Charley. I fall more in love every year, with how you feel in my arms, princess.”
She brushes her cheek against his rough chest hair and his heart falls open, a rarity, but it happens. Rushing kisses over her hands, he groans desperately into her hair.
Backtracking a little, offsetting his saccharine declaration, he adds authoritatively, “I do love catering to your depraved needs, and now my service includes professional massages, I know my hands will never again know more rewarding work. Nor will they ever touch a more magnificent form than yours. I chose well with you, wife.”
Smiling into his eyes, she asks, “Pinch me.”
He does, he pinches her.
When she realises she’s awake, she giggles and kisses him, and they murmur until sunrise – when Noah’s bellowing, acerbic wit comes out to play again to tame their two boys, a girl and that rapscallion Irish Setter.
The story of how Noah and Charlotte met can be read in the novels A Fine Profession and A Fine Pursuit. Their sexual adventures can also be read in Bedtime Confessions and One True Lover, short but very arousing tales. Visit Amazon to learn more about Sarah’s writing: http://author.to/sarahmichellelynch
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Bedtime Confessions (a companion)
One True Lover (a companion)
Sub Rosa Trilogy:
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Fabien Series:
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Fabien Is Mine
I’m Yours, Fabien
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The Radical
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A Visit From St Nick by Caroline Juliette #CinnamonTreats
The bakery abuzz with all of the smells & sights
as the Muffin Maid anticipants her special night
the scent of cinnamon pastry and frosting fills the air
the treats are decorated delicately with the utmost of care
“Everything must be perfect for my sexy jolly elf”
she blushes when she thinks of what they did last year on the shelf
bending at the waist she places the cookies in the oven
suddenly she feels hands on her hips
“I will take a dozen”
she gasps at the contact and shivers with delight
“Hello, Sir! I hope you’ve had a productive night”
“I’ve been all around the world…in fact, actually twice
but all I really need to know is if you’ve been naughty or nice”
She says “I’ll be whatever you want as long as I get my gift”
A jolly chuckle escapes him but his movements are swift
he lifts up her dress over the oven he bends her
pressing his erection into her wetness and rapidly enters
she cries out in climax and then screamed out his name
his orgasm descends and then he does the same
the timer on the oven gives a long loud whistle
and away he flies like the down of a thistle
but she hears him exclaim as he rides out of sight
a sexy Christmas to all and to all a naughty night!
© Caroline Juliette 2015.
(Picture sourced from the internet).
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December 21, 2015
Hot Aussie Christmas by Mark Davis #CinnamonTreats
In the Australian Christmas heat
Mowing lawns for neighbours
So he could give his mum some treats
The last one for the day
Voluptuous Mrs Brown
“Come in and have a drink
My husbands stuck in townOr maybe you would like
To join me for a swim ”
She passed across some bathers
“These belong to him”
“I’ll change and get some beers
Then meet you in the pool
I’ll also get some ice
To keep them nice and coolMessage your mother
Tell her you’ll be late
She knows I’ll look after you
I know she has a date”
He did as she said
Told mum of his plan
She said “your 18 now son
Behave like a man”
Mrs Brown returned
In her bikini quite a sight
Her eyes ran across him
Felt his groin go tight
Pressed up against him
Touched his face, a gentle kiss
“Mmm when he wore the bathers
They never looked like this”
Took hold of his hand
Led him into the pool
“It’s getting quite heated
Think we both need to cool”
They splashed for a while
Then out on the chair
Her nipples showed through her top
He couldn’t help but stare
She smiled as she saw him
With her sideways glance
Ever since his birthday
She’d wanted this chance
Took hold of some lotion
“Could you rub some on please”
Dropped the straps off her shoulders
Felt such a tease.
“That feels so good”
His fingers pressed in
She loved this game
Knew she would win
“It’s been so long
He’s always away
It gets so lonely
I’m glad you could stay”
They talked for awhile
Sharing a beer
Then as they walked inside
She drew him near
Turned in his arms
Encircled his neck
He struggled to keep
His breathing in check
Her lips found his
A long deep kiss
He’d never been
With a woman like this
Her hand snaked down
As she gripped him he gasped
Pressed in with her hip
Took him to bed
Set his young cock free
Removed her bikini
“Hope you like what you see”
The answer was clear
His wide open eyes
Locked on the space
Between her dark tanned thighs
So wet and ready
She mounted her prize
Lowered herself down
Impressed by his size
Knew it wasn’t the last time
She’d entertain
Enjoyed her young lovers
Eager to train
Over cinnamon cookies
Next day she explained
To her neighbour and friend
How her son she had trained
“It will take more lessons
But make no mistake
By the time summers over
A great lover he’ll make”
© Mark Davis 2015.
Party For Two by Olivia Purley #CinnamonTreats
Party for Two
Emma hurried along the train platform and queued behind the hundreds of commuters heading to work. Ducking through the entrance tunnel for a short cut, she shuffled across the concourse. Emma scanned the escalators ahead of her. Hundreds of commuters took to the escalators and stairs to escape the tube station claustrophobia and into the fresh air. Toby usually waited for her at the top of the escalator. Emma came to Kings Cross station via the Victoria line while Toby commuted in from the Bakerloo line. They had both worked for the same company for a few years. For the first month, they kept bumping into each other at the ticket turn styles at Kings Cross. After a few awkward conversations, they made a pact to plan to meet. Each week they took it in turns to bring morning coffee. Emma worked in the finance department while Toby worked in marketing in the regional office of a large construction company.
That Friday was Toby’s last morning for that week to bring the coffee. Each day he had brought Emma a different flavoured latte. As she ascended the moving staircase, Toby came into view. His brown bearded chin buried in his black woolen scarf. Toby’s head was downcast and she couldn’t catch his eye for attention. He was staring at the floor and his head was bobbing from left to right along with his shoulders. Toby had tucked himself into a corner. When Emma approached Toby, she could see that he was playing football against the wall with a screwed up ball of paper while he waited for her.
Amused that Toby could find entertainment in any situation, she regarded him while she was out of his eye line. She loved that he was the same height as her. He had never tried to kiss her, but she imagined the scene several times a day in her head. Emma wanted to know what his plump lips surrounded by short stubble hair would feel like against her neck as he pressed kisses softly to her skin.
“What are you thinking about?” Toby’s voice startled her and she yelped aloud, a passers-by glared at her for causing unnecessary noise so early in the morning. This caused Emma to snigger and reach for one of the red paper cups in Toby’s hand. He passed her the one in his left and then changed his mind trying to see what was written on the side of the cup.
“Nothing really, my mind was elsewhere, what flavour do we have today?” She answered, making grabby hands at the coffee cups and waiting impatiently for Toby to make up his mind which coffee she could have.
“Cinnamon and treats, sugar, spice and all things nice.” Toby waited for Emma to see today’s phrase, he hoped that it would give Emma a clue to how he felt about her. At the cafe he went to, he asked the barista to write a message on the side of the cup for Emma every day. He was too shy to tell her directly how he felt about her. Emma had finished her previous relationship a month ago and Toby was giving her enough space until he made his move. He watched with dismay as she wrapped her mitten-covered hand over the saying. Toby watched Emma march off to the ticket barrier, hoisting her two bags over her shoulder and touching her Oyster card on the yellow circle. Toby quickly caught Emma up and frog-marched behind her as she speedily walked across the main concourse of the station and into the other part of Kings Cross to get their overland train to their final destination.
“I’m grateful that we’re going home later this evening to miss the rush of commuters getting home. I swear there were three million people all trying to get to work at the same time. They were all on my tube train this morning.” Emma huffed out her frustration once they had reached the platform for their train going North out of the city.
“That’s a slight exaggeration, surely. Are you drinking tonight at the Christmas Party?” Toby deftly switch the conversation to something he desperately wanted to know. He was clicking his heels together to keep warm, the winter weather had turned icy cold. The wind swept through the platform in sudden gusts causing him to shiver each time.
“No, I have a date tomorrow and don’t want to turn up hung over.” Emma shifted her eyes to the left to see Toby’s reaction without being obvious. His face showed no emotion as he processed the information.
“Oh,” was all Toby said. He was hoping he could get Emma tipsy at the party and ask for a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe. Toby had no idea if there was going to be mistletoe at the restaurant that was booked for the office party, but he hoped that there would be an opportunity.
“I’ve been set up on a blind date by Daisy in the office. So I don’t have high hopes that it will be successful but I thought it was about time I started dating again.”
Toby wanted to kick the metal chair fixed to the floor of the train platform in frustration. He was too late, he should asked her out a week ago. Toby listened carefully to what Emma was saying about the man she was going to meet. He sounded boring and Toby made a promise to himself that the next time he was in close confines with Emma, he would kiss her. He had until they parted ways after the party to make his move.
o0o
“Are you getting ready here Emma?” Toby had swung by Emma’s desk on his lunch break. She had a booth in the old part of the building they worked in. The room she worked in was converted stables that still had the dividing wooden walls with metal railing at the top. They couldn’t be removed because the building was listed. The offices were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees that had now lost their leaves. Squirrels and pheasants wandered around the grounds at their leisure. Toby hadn’t ventured outside today like he usually did for a walk down to the lake, he was too agitated, thinking about how to seduce Emma.
“Yes, I’ll get changed in the ladies toilets after the telephone lines close, I said I’d lock up and do the closing shift as the others hadn’t brought their clothes with them to change into and are going home first. Tanya has said that I can use her car for the weekend so I can drive us home tonight instead of slogging home on the train. I take you home too if you want. They’ll come back here and I can drive them to the party.”
“Ok, that would be great, I can get roaring drunk and sleep in the back of the car on the way home. Do you want me to wait with you? There’s only me and Daisy in my department today, the rest of them are going straight to the restaurant from their area meeting this afternoon.”
“That would be great, I don’t like being here on my own, the ghost came for a visit last week and I don’t fancy seeing her again.” Emma shuddered and pulled her cardigan tighter around her body.
Toby laughed and touched her arm, “You didn’t hear a ghost, it was your imagination, it was a long day and you were tired.”
“It was not my imagination Tobias. I heard her heavy breathing from the end office, I went down to check and there was no one there. In fact, there was no one else was in the building, so it had to be her.” Emma turned her attention to her computer screen ending the discussion.
“Fine, I’ll swing by when I’ve finished up and protect you from the ghouls.” As much as Toby liked a fired up Emma, he didn’t want to be in the direct firing line.
The building they worked in was a converted stable house that had been built three hundred years previously. The stables were attached to the main house that had been converted into offices as well. There were reports to be a female ghost wandering the corridors. The myth and legend said that she had gone horseback riding and had never returned one afternoon after an argument with her fiancé.
Once Toby had left her office, Emma pulled the coffee cup Toby had given her from behind the potted plant on her desk. She sipped a some coffee she had made early using the same cup he had given her that morning and had refilled it several times since. Emma brushed her finger over the phrase that had been written on the side. She hoped he would kiss her long and slow that evening.
“Kiss me quick? Who is sending you love notes on your coffee cup?”
Emma jumped and knocked over the cup that thankfully still had its lid on. Her work colleague Daisy sat on the edge of her desk fiddling with the stapler, opening and closing the clasp that held the staples. Emma snatched the piece of stationery out Daisy’s hands and dropped it into her drawer.
“No one is sending me notes, he doesn’t like me in that way, we’re just friends.” Emma replied once she had finished mopping up the stray pools of coffee that leaked out the mouth hole. She then scanned the area for potential annoying stationery that Daisy had a habit of tapping.
“But you like him in that way though, don’t you.” Daisy clasped her hands in her lap and grinned.
“Who are you assuming gave me the cup?” Emma was aiming for nonchalance but knew who Daisy was talking about. Daisy shared an office with Toby.
“Toby of course.” Daisy sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Oh well, yes, of course I do. I told him about my blind date you’ve organised for me tomorrow and he didn’t have any reaction. He doesn’t fancy me.”
“I’m not so sure, maybe he is playing his cards close to his chest. You’re not long out of a relationship, maybe he is waiting for you to make your move on him.”
“Do you think so? We’ve been friends for so long.”
“You won’t know until you kiss him quick.”
Daisy jumped off Emma’s desk and winked as she left Emma to it.
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Emma finished applying her last coat of mascara and checked her reflection in the mirror above the sink. After a quick shower and a change of clothes she was ready for the party. Her figure-hugging dress clung to her body until it reached her knees. It had a high neck at the front but scooped low at the back. She chose the plum coloured dress the previous week, solely with Toby in mind. Satisfied with her appearance, she pulled on her winter coat, and left the female bathroom and went in search of Toby. She pushed open the heavy oak door to her office and spied Toby sitting on her office chair turning her coffee cup in circles. As soon as he heard the door hit the wall behind it, his hand shot away from the cup like he’d been burned.
Come on, let’s get in the car and wait, I don’t like waiting in this building, it gives me the creeps. Toby smiled and pushed her chair under her desk and joined her at the doorway. They left the building through the rear emergency exit, which slammed shut as soon as they were over the threshold. The small car park had only one car in it. Emma pressed the button on the key fob and the hazard lights flashed twice. Emma climbed into the driver’s side and Toby the front passenger seat. Emma turned to throw her bag on the back seat and inhaled Toby’s aftershave. Her mouth watered at the close proximity and wished she were brave enough to initiate contact.
Turning on the ignition to allow the car’s heating system to fill the car with warmth, Emma mentally wished Toby would kiss her. After ten minutes, she turned off the engine and waited for her work friends to turn up. They should have already arrived before they left the building, but there was no sign. When an hour had passed, Emma rang the restaurant to see if they had gone straight there. She discovered that there was no booking for that night, but there was a reservation for the following Friday for the company party.
“I think we’ve been set up Toby,” Emma brushed away her fringe from her eyes and squinted at the rustling trees the other side of the tall metal fence.
“Is that a bad thing?” Toby found his bravery and was making good on his earlier pledge. Emma remained tight-lipped, she’d been dreaming about the Christmas party. Devising ways to pretend that Toby wanted her as much as she wanted him. “Emma?” he asked her again, he took her hand in his and rested them on his thigh, she turned her head to see what he was doing and turned back to the trees ahead.
“Am I going to have a one-sided conversation?” Toby asked carefully, he didn’t want to scare her.
“No,” she whispered, fright consumed her.
“Look at me,” Toby commanded.
She did, and they froze, the air stilled and their eyes locked.
“Can I have a Christmas kiss?” Toby asked, he talked to her mouth, licking his lips.
To be continued in First Encounters Volume IV – Christmas Party Edition
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December 20, 2015
What Remains by BL Ronan #CinnamonTreats
the wind shifts
and the breathtaking crispness of autumn
flickers
then fades
beneath the savageness
of winter’s biting embrace.
the burning embers of life
forever muted
in the end of an insurmountable fight.
for nothing evades
the icy pervasiveness
that strips the trees
and bares one’s soul.
not even the gentle dusting
of freshly fallen snow
can soften the cruel beauty
in such skeletal remains.
blues extinguish
the warmth
of brandished reds and golds
as death greets the year
and the months to come.
birdsong
and the cacophony of scavenging
are silenced
in the blanket
of such eerie stillness.
cheeks burn
against the wind’s
abrasive touch
and yet,
she cannot turn towards
the wooden warmth
ablaze
in but the world behind.
there is no comfort
to be found
in the joviality:
treats of remembered laughter
and long forgotten song.
for them –
it is a beginning
drenched in reflection
as they each embark
on the freshest of starts.
but such hollowed wishes
drown in the depths
of a sorrow
that impedes her path
without hope
of renewal
…
of peace.
with the cold,
comes the reminder
of all that has been lost.
twinkling fairy lights
dance along the untouched horizon
as she can no longer
fight the invasion of tears.
closing her eyes,
she gives in
to the agony
of once whispered tomorrows
and the phantom taste of cinnamon
that forever plagues
her waking thoughts
and eviscerating dreams.
c. 2015 b.l. ronanimage one via of hearth and home
image two via pretty simple I the paris aparment
Holiday Party by Laurie Lee #CinnamonTreats
Christmas is a time for giving
A time for sharing
A time to get together
And a time for caring
Go this way
And go that
To party and eat
And hopefully not get fat
Presents aplenty
All in a row
Every one you open
You have to show
The cider is ready
With cinnamon sticks
So tasty on your lips
Lots of juices to lick
The treats are lined up
For everyone to try
Need to get in line
Before they all go bye
All ready for dinner
Turkey, stuffing and gravy
Let’s all give thanks
For all that is tasty
The cinnamon candle burns
What a treat it is
Relaxing after eating
And time to reminisce
Now it’s time to say goodbye
It was oh so much fun
Got to get to bed
So Santa can come
Hope you all stay safe
And love one another
Have a wonderful holiday
And be kind to others.
© Laurie Lee 2015.
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December 19, 2015
Perfect Treasures and more by S.J Warner #CinnamonTreats
Snowflakes fall silently
On frosted ground
As people smile
And rush around.
Shops filled with lights
And decorations
Sparkling brightly
A glittery celebration.
Scent of ginger
Cinnamon and spice
Delicious cinder toffee
And all things nice.
Market stalls disguised
As mini alpine huts
Warming the heart
As the cold wind cuts.
Carols play
As people rush by
A treat to the ears
That none can deny.
Weary arms
Laden with gifts
Ache and burn
As the snow softly drifts.
The madness of christmas
The joy and the pleasures
Not always religious
As we find perfect treasures.
Little Red Bow.
Little red bow
Tied in place
Hiding the treats
He wants to taste
Little red bow
Intricately tied
Strip of velvet
Two inches wide
Little red bow
The perfect gift
With added sparkles
Make his thoughts shift
Little red bow
She was such a tease
Cinnamon scented
Eager to please
Little red bow
Dutifully waits
Laid on a table
As he contemplates
Little red bow
How should he play?
Looking her over
He could not delay
Little red bow
Shivers with pleasure
As fingers trace
Her flesh, a treasure
Little red bow
Untied with delight
The perfect present
For Christmas night
© S.J Warner 2015.
(Pictures sourced from the internet).
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