Christmas in Manila.

I was in a loose silk gown, wearing only my purple lacy panties underneath. I was relaxing on the sofa, holding my first coffee. Rich passed me a large, flat red box, decorated with a Christmas scene. On the front were doors, each numbered, from 1 to 24.

“Merry Christmas, Lina!” he chimed.

“Oh, another gift? What’s this?” I asked.

“An Advent Calendar,” he replied. You’re supposed to open the first one on the first of December, second one on the 2nd, and so on. I thought I’d make one, and you have to open all of the doors, one by one. But I just arrived yesterday, so you’ll get to do it today.

“What’s in them?” I responded, curious.

“Fun games of the best kind. Do you trust me?” he queried. I noticed a glint in his eye. I know that look.

“Of course, honey,” I purred.

I opened the first door. Inside was a slip of coloured paper, rolled up. I unravelled it and read the handwritten instructions.

Step 1. Look at me in the eye for 30 seconds – don’t look away. You are beautiful, loved, and wanted.

Easy-peasy. He has just proven that I am worth the long trip from London to Manila, and that he could move away from his home country just to be with me. I stared at his beautiful blue eyes, silently thanking him for celebrating our first Christmas together, our fingers intertwined as we sat face-to-face.

“Your stare makes me want to kiss you, but you have to open the second door,” he teased.

I did.

Step 2. Keep eye contact. Open your legs. Show me your underwear.

I was beginning to love this game. I put my coffee mug on the table and moved a bit closer to the edge of the couch. Rich was kneeling on the floor in front of me. I opened my legs, and his eyes shifted to my purple lacy panties. To spice things up, I put my heels on the seat either side of me while leading his hand to caress my thighs. 

“Open the next one,” Rich toned.

Step 3. Tell me that your body is mine, I can do what I like with you.

“My body is yours, honey. You can do anything that you’d like to do with me now,” I seductively uttered, as I led his hands closer to my crotch. 

“Mmm. Next one.”

Step 4. Slip your gown off your shoulders. Say, “I own you.”

I bit my lip as I slowly slipped the silk off my shoulders as I added, “You own me, Rich.”

His left hand fingers continued to trail my thighs and my crotch while his right hand handed me the next piece of paper.

Step 5. Pinch your nipples gently through the fabric. Make them hard.

With Rich’s fingers trailing my feet, legs, and thighs, I arched my body backwards as I pinched my nipples.

“Roll them and twist them, honey,” he added.

I gladly obeyed. We had done this a few times online, but nothing beats doing this in person. Electric waves ran through my spine as my nipples hardened and the moistness between my velvet folds started to build. Sensing my arousal, I could see the bulge in his boxers swell. I was dying to have him in my mouth again!

Step 6. Lick your fingers, making them wet, and slide them into your underwear.

I looked him in the eye, lasciviously sucking on my index and middle fingers before pushing them behind my purple, diaphanous fabric.

Step 7. Press two fingers against your clit, gently, and draw small circles until I say stop.

Still locking eyes with Rich, I followed his instructions, biting my lip as I did so. It made me gasp a little, and he let out a groan. His hands held my legs open as he visibly controlled his desire to devour me. Watching how my fingers moved under my lacy lingerie, his mouth opened slightly as he saw the fabric getting wetter and wetter.

“Ohhh…” The room was filled with my moans and his sighs. Our faces were just inches away, and I kissed him deeply. But he insisted that we had to go through the game. Now with sticky fingers, I opened the 8th door of the calendar box.

Step 8. Tell me how you feel.

“I wish you could fuck me right now!” I achingly protested the number of unopened doors in the box.

“Patience, my love,” he chuckled as he kissed my legs lightly. Even if Rich tried to temper his urges, the tent in his boxers was more and more prominent. The warmth of his lips made me finger fuck myself harder and faster.

“Stop”, Rich gently said as he handed me the next piece of paper.

I was committed to following each instruction to a tee, so I could make him feel he owned me, that I was ready to give him pleasure while also seeking my own.

As ordered on the next slip, I stood and undid the ribbon of my gown. It pooled at my feet. Rich bit his lip. I admired how he could control himself up to this point. My panties were getting wetter, and his eyes roved over every inch of my sun-kissed skin.

“Please stand up, my dear.”

Rich stood. Then I stepped out of my robe.

“You were the best Christmas present that I got,” I lovingly whispered as I took off his cotton shirt and touched his chest. He gasped as I teased the band of his boxers and unfurled them down his thighs to his feet. His beautiful pinkish cock sprang free, calling for my attention. We had just reached the 10th step in the calendar.

The 11th piece of paper said, "Touch the insides of my thighs as lightly as you can."

Trembling, my dear boyfriend did so. The tip of his cock brushed against my tummy as he reached for my thighs. I was almost dripping, but on with the game!

I moved to the solo seater sofa a few steps away from him and slowly took off my purple lacy panties. Then I sat and draped my legs on the armrest of the sofa - steps 12 and 13.

Rich swallowed hard. I could see his Adam’s apple moving. The fire and intent in his eyes were burning my pussy. He walked towards me, knelt and kissed my neck, the back of my ears and my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, and savored each kiss. His hands on my waist, my hand on my breasts. I touched his face and fed him each one. Hungrily, he groped and pressed my tits together, licked and pulled them. Groaning, he tugged each with his teeth, sucked and gently bit them as he stroked himself. Step 15.

“Kiss me, honey,” I urged him as the paper said so.

“Gladly!” Rich parted his mouth. Our lips crashed onto each other like it was our last kiss on earth. Our tongues danced, wet and writhing in each other’s mouths, hungry for the taste of each other. Bodies aflame. Lip nibbling. Nipple pinching. A grunt and more giggles.

Step 19. Now Rich stood up. His shaved erect cock was rock solid. The next slip thankfully told me to kiss his balls and savor his manhood, but without hands. The challenge to have him in my mouth without touching it made me drool more. I had to spit on it and spread the liquid from his tip to the base using just my tongue.

His hand caressed my hair and put it behind my ears. He intently watched how my parted lips kissed and sucked his perfect cock sideways like I was playing a harmonica. Its slippery sound got me so worked up!

My handsome boyfriend tilted his head in pleasure. He moaned my name sweetly, “Don’t stop, honey!”

I played his instrument as he desired.

Rich’s balls demanded attention too, as they grew much heavier when I nibbled on them. His precum oozed, and I lavishly licked it. My breasts were pressed on his legs, and they quivered. I would not get tired worshipping his glorious, meaty cock.

“Oh my God. Stop, please. Not yet,” he moaned, stepping back and disengaging from my mouth.

We still had four more doors to open in the Advent calendar. It felt like eternity as I waited to have him inside me. So I quickly opened all four of them, read them aloud and did them on the Cleopatra seat that I had purposely bought for this special day. I must know if he's the one.

Rich helped me follow the instructions. He knew I’d be frustrated if he stopped touching me. He laid me down on the love seat, spread my legs and placed two of my fingers between my pussy lips. It felt more erotic when he was guiding my hand to do the work. To my surprise, he lifted my fingers and tasted them one by one.

Then, he intensely circled his thumb on my pearl, climbed onto the Cleopatra, sat on his legs, dug his hands on the back of my thighs and pushed me up so my back naturally arched on the armrest. I felt his hot breath on my needy cunt as he kissed my pussy lips gently, his tongue parting my folds. A deep groan emanated from his chest as he savoured my seeping nectar.

The stubble on his chin scratched my soft labia as he sank his mouth onto my molten center. I lifted my hips so he could fully devour my clit. He left it with red marks as he gripped harder, almost pinning my skin to the leather seat.

“Oh, go on, please!” I begged my love to lap up the crystal water flowing between my legs. All this and his hot breath blowing on my leaking pussy just sent me to the 22nd step to heaven.

Then, my honey towered over me. His forehead touching mine, our eyes locked, our breathing ragged, and our bodies melting into one, he pushed himself into me, and we rocked and rocked.

Though I was still sore from our first lovemaking last night, I wrapped my legs around his waist so he could slam into me over and over again. My back arched even more desperately, gyrating deliciously to increase the pressure. He reached for my hips as he continued to grind deeper and faster.

He let himself drown in my tide, pressing my yielding core. My head was thrown back. Breasts bouncing, I moaned uncontrollably. My nipples were painfully hard, and my skin was burning with need like fire shooting to my fingertips.

Goosebumps spread over my whole body like fever. My throbbing pussy clenched his raging cock as he prepared to tear the orgasm from my soul.

“I love you,” he whispered as I cried out his name.

“I care about you," I blurted. He had always said he loves me, but I guess, I need more time to know if heaven is just a bliss between us or more.

A familiar tingle deep inside made my body more tense as I gripped him. With his most forceful thrusts and a guttural sound, my orgasm flooded through my body. Looking into my eyes, he released his torrent of seed and claimed my womb and my soul until we heard the angels sing.

I never expected that this Christmas wish would come true: reaching the 24th step to heaven with my love panting, giggling and cradled in his arms, for now.