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29 pages, Paperback
First published November 20, 2021
"Dr Holly Mistletoe wanted one thing, and one thing alone this Christmas: a bloody good orgasm. It had been so long since Dr Mistletoe had felt the electrifying effects of a clit-ticklingly enjoyable cumming session."
"She’d spent the day doing important zoology tasks, like stroking the zebras, laughing at the penguins (they look so fucking stupid lol)..."
"No, it was the animals she spent most of her alone time with. And it wasn’t like she could do anything sexual with them. Not again."
"A few weeks ago, she’d sucked off the mailman when he put his penis through her letterbox instead of her post."
"Then, Santa made his way down south, and not exactly to the South Pole.
Dr Mistletoe prodded her clitoris with Santa’s bulbous nose."
"Instead, Dr Mistletoe rammed Santa’s hat so deep inside her she began to whistle to the tune of Jingle Bells."
"But alas, she would be left without climax, much like the ending of The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring. If Dr Mistletoe had to wait another two years to get a satisfying conclusion, much like with Peter Jackson’s famous fantasy epic based on the books by J.R.R. Tolkein, she would possibly go insane."
"Dr Mistletoe pulled her gun, which she always kept close in event of such a night, out from between her heaving flesh pillows."
"‘FREEZE, INTRUDER!’ she echoed.
‘Ho ho oh no!’ said the hardened criminal."
"‘YES DADDY COVID CLAUS,’"
"Dr Mistletoe fumbled for Covid Claus’ cucumber cock,"
"‘Now it’s time for me to show you what’s really inside Santa’s sack,’"
"Covid Claus thrust like he was trying to start a fire inside Dr Mistletoe’s vagina.
It was so hot which was ironic considering it was Christmas, which is generally quite cold unless you’re in Australia which is usually rather hot. Hot like the sex she was having."
"Covid Claus grappled with Dr Mistletoe’s norks, slapping them about like they were a delicious joint of pre-roasted Christmas ham."
"And then, with a final, agonisingly deep thrust of his jolly green groin, Santa sneezed his jingle sperm all over her labia while she simultaneously had an orgasm that sent her through time and space itself."
‘Ho...ho...ugh…’So says "Christmas’ sexiest anti-hero" (Santa. She means Santa) in this timely holiday tale from the world-famous author of Kissing the Coronavirus and The Perfect Poo: A Fiery Fecal Romance. If these next three words don't get you into the Christmas spirit, I don't know what will:
his jingle spermThis is the point at which all Booktube reaction videos get demonetized. If you're still with me, let's take a deeper look at this satisfying soon-to-be holiday classic.
It was Christmas Eve and Dr Mistletoe was only just getting round to putting up her Christmas decorations, on account of her being super busy at her job at the zoo as a Zoologist. She’d spent the day doing important zoology tasks, like stroking the zebras, laughing at the penguins (they look so fucking stupid lol)Holly Mistletoe wants only one thing for Christmas: an orgasm. Although the world is gradually learning to live with covid, the ongoing restrictions have prevented her from finding the satisfaction she deeply desires.
No, it was the animals she spent most of her alone time with. And it wasn’t like she could do anything sexual with them. Not again.It's not that she's not attractive. Her breasts in particular, referred to in a single paragraph as "boobies", "titties", "chest plumps", "jubillies", "knockers", and "Bristols", seem barely attached to her chest wall and prone to wobbling at the slightest provocation.
Dr Mistletoe shook her head, jiggling her boobies.Is this something that the big red guy can work with? Will he pop down the chimney and then up her chimney to make her Christmas dreams come true? Is being on the naughty list a detriment or a boon in this scenario?
[. . .]
her beating heart making her tits thrash all over the place.
[. . .]
stood and tiptoed over to her bedroom door, her mammoth tits only bouncing ever so slightly this time.
But alas, she would be left without climax, much like the ending of The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring. If Dr Mistletoe had to wait another two years to get a satisfying conclusion, much like with Peter Jackson’s famous fantasy epic based on the books by J.R.R. Tolkein, she would possibly go insane.And,
his voice deeper than that big BWAH sound from the Inception trailer.No prior experience with the author's coronavirus-themed erotic romps is required to enjoy this. It is somewhat lighter on bizarre metaphors than her prior works, practically tame by her usual outrageous standards until you get to the climactic sex scene (see what I did there?) that caps off this short erotic (?) tale.
his penis. Oh, his penis.

Dr Holly Mistloe wanted one thing, and one thing alone this Christmas: a bloody good orgasm.With an opener like that, one can only assume we're in for a treat. It's undeniably a strong start. We're introduced to Dr Holly Mistletoe, Zoologist extraordinaire, who spends her day laughing at penguins and stroking zebras. Reasonable tasks for a Zoologist, right?
No, it was the animals she spent most of her alone time with. And it wasn't like she could do anything sexual with them. Not again.Dr Misletoe should probably be fired, and quite definitely jailed.
two stupendous jubbilies
heaving flesh pillows
canyon of wonders
cucumber cock
vaginal vestibuleOkay, I'll admit those last two weren't exactly euphemisms, but I couldn't risk anyone missing out on experiencing them. You're welcome.
she could taste every single bite of the milk and cookies he'd eaten that night. She made slopping noises, like a horse licking peanut butter off wet jellyIf that didn't mentally scar you, then you're a tough cookie... just, hopefully not the type that Santa tastes like.
crammed into her open vagina hole like a train entering the Channel TunnelFor those unaware, the aforementioned tunnel is a railway tunnel that connects England to France. Bet you didn't think you could also get a little geography lesson, huh? Well, as already touched on, this book really does have it all.