Advent calendar Stories

It's Christmas Eve. I'm naked. Blindfolded. Facing the bed, the carpet springy under my toes. Warm breath plays across my ear, Oliver's body heat close behind as he whispers: “Ready for your final gift?” There's a catch to his voice and I shiver despite the room’s warmth. Bite my lip. Nod. In truth, I've no idea how he'll top the last 23 days. It's been a whirlwind of exploration. Boundaries pushed, then shattered. Every...