Naughty santa Stories

Emma couldn't sleep. She was excited about Christmas, but, as was often the case, she was as horny as fuck too. Christmas Eve had come and gone, but she had only done the former after a session with her vibe. "I'm awake now; I might as well have some more lonely fun." As she spoke, Emma remembered she was alone in the house, so she decided talking out loud in the darkness by herself was as pointless as it was weird. Reach...

Lisa wasn't a big fan of Christmas. Her surname, Toe, meant the seasonal Miss L. Toe jokes had plagued her for years. She had toyed with the idea of using her middle name instead, but Camilla Toe hadn't seemed like much of an improvement. Talking about the cross she had to bear wasn't something Lisa usually did, but it was Christmas Eve, and she felt a little conversation might lift her spirits. "I think I'll just stay in...

Willie had left it until the last minute. It was Christmas Eve. He'd be spending it alone unless you counted his dog, 'Boner,' which he did, of course. The supermarket was chaos, and Willie felt harassed as he fought his way through the meat section, looking at the labelling when the contents of each fridge were unclear. The panic buyers had turned everything on its head. Items weren't where they were supposed to be, and...

"Oh, one of your memorable eye-watering farts, Biscuit. A lovely Christmas present," Marcus said, looking at his dog. Although it was Christmas Day, Biscuit wasn't cutting his master slack. He wanted his walk, and he wanted it immediately, especially as it was light now. Marcus took Biscuit up to the park. Everyone still needed a walk, whatever day of the week it was, and Marcus at least felt he'd ticked the human contact...