All I Wank for Christmas

by Tori Ross

This book is dedicated to Nathan. He's not my husband, brother, or cousin. In fact, I haven't seen him in over 30 years. He's the little douche canoe that told me Santa wasn't real when we were in first grade. Fuck you, Nathan.

That smile. Fuck me, that smile crushed my heart, and the sounds he made as I stroked him will fill my bean flick bank for months.

Should I hold on to Jasper? Is that too forward? Then again, I’ve already seen his dick. Clutching his arm wouldn’t be so intimate.

“People can write to Santa for dildos?” Jasper shrugs. “We specialize in toys, Holly. It’s a toy. It makes them happy. Why not spread a little Christmas cheer?”