But, before you do that, read on, because I have a deliciously naughty little Santa tale for you to check out. I loved this story, when I read it!
Take it away, Angelina
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Don't you hate stereotypes? I know I do.
They are so annoying! This holiday season I decided to undo the stereotype
surrounded around Santa Claus.
Yes, I know he's old, fat, jolly, works in
a toy factory, and wears a red suit. But…. What if he were young, blonde,
muscular, hunky, worked as a doctor in children’s hospital, and drove a red
car? Isn't that mental image so much better? What if, we add peppermint and
milk chocolate flavored 'candy cane' (for a lack of a better word)? Now we're
talking, right? Want to know more about this alluring Santa?
Check out Sucking Santa's Candy Cane!
BLURB:
Noelle has always been a good girl, but
when she meets a man named Santa Claus, her naughty side is unleashed. She
indulges in her sexual desires with this handsome stranger with the very
bizarre name. Santa Claus isn't real! Is he? Will Noelle learn to believe in
magic and miracles while in the arms of her handsome lover?
EXCERPT:
“Let’s cut the crap, I
want to eat your pussy.”
She
glanced sharply at him. “Did you. . .” Surely, she just imagined it. This
stranger wouldn’t dare say that to her.
“What’s
up?”
“Did
you just say something to me?”
“What
do you think I said?”
There
was that knowing smile, and the tone of his voice suggested he was playing with
her.
“I.
. . I’m just hearing things,” she answered.
“Are
you now?”
A
car drove by on the expressway and Noelle chose to concentrate on that. Where
was that damn tow truck? Did she really want it to arrive?
“What
do you think you heard?”
She
glanced down, embarrassed. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
He
climbed off the trunk and came to stand before her. Santa rested his hands on
her thighs. Noelle’s heart thumped heavily inside her chest when the
realization hit her. She had heard exactly what he said. He wanted to eat her
pussy. She wanted him too. But. . . But she wasn’t Wendy. Wendy would have had
him in every hole by now, but that just wasn’t her. Could she really let a
stranger get this intimate with her?
Santa
inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “I can smell your arousal.” He opened his
eyes and bent forward, kissed her knee. “I want you.”
“We’re
strangers. We’re in public. Someone could see us.” Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
He
put his finger to her lips. “Relax, no one will see us.” He moved the finger
from her lips and rested his hand on her hips. The other hand started on her
knee and slowly traveled up her thigh. “Uncross your legs,” he ordered.
Her
knees shook as she obeyed. She wasn’t sure why she did it and why she let this
stranger do what he was doing. Was it the thrill of possibly getting caught
fucking a stranger? Or was it that she hadn’t felt pleasure in so long she
would take it any way she could?
She
spread her legs a few inches away from each other and breathed deeply. What was
she doing? She was crazy.
“Relax,”
he whispered. “Don’t be nervous.”
How
could she not be? A complete stranger was feeling her up in public.
As
Santa’s hand slid under her dress, Noelle’s heart pulsed inside her chest. The
thump, thump, thump of it rang in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Her
pussy soaked with desire juices.
His
fingertips grazed her cunt. He hooked a finger into her panties and groaned.
“Your panties are soaking.”
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I loved this story! :D
ReplyDeleteThanks Dee!
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you Doris for inviting me to your blog!
Your story sounds sooo kinky and hot! I really enjoy the holiday season. I enjoy the smells, the food and lights. Oh and the music too. Not much into baking anymore. But I do enjoy tasting, ask my scales. Tee Hee. Thanks for being part of the Holiday Blog Hop. Great blog.
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