A Christmas To Remember
I saw you looking, baby. Don't be shy. Let's make this our naughtiest Christmas ever.
It was Christmas Eve, and I couldn't help but feel a little mischievous. Especially since I had returned home from my first semester at college. I had just stumbled upon my stepmother's collection of stockings, and I couldn't resist the temptation to give them a closer look. As I sifted through the silky-smooth fabrics, I heard footsteps approaching. It was my stepmother, a beautiful woman in her late thirties. Her green...