Dr. Sloan was driving us across the country to visit my polycule. She was the closest thing I had to a Caregiver. In this day and age, a Kinky Lifestyle Little like me couldn’t be picky. The State had a huge nation-wide curfew on travelling this time of year. Dr. Sloan had connections. Dr. Sloan, who told me, many times, to call her by her first name, Lakshmi, had to make one simple phone call and all was taken care of. S...

“Santa!” Father Christmas looked up as the elf burst into his office. “Ema. G, of Calle Libertad in Tarragona, just sucked her boyfriend's cock!” “What? She was doing so well,” Santa said sadly, “And with just a month until the last Christmas before she turns eighteen.” In bed in Tarragona, Ema rested her head on Pau's bare chest. His flaccid cock lay on his thigh. She knew his semen would be harmlessly digested in her gu...

In the dim, musty attic, where cobwebs draped like forgotten veils and the air hung heavy with the scent of aged wood and mothballs, the angel Christmas tree topper endured her annual exile. She was a masterpiece of delicate porcelain: her skin a flawless alabaster glow, her golden curls tumbling in frozen waves around a face etched with eternal serenity. Wide, filigreed wings arched from her back, and her gown flowed in...

I blend in. Think about those librarians who glide down a staircase and remove their glasses in slow motion. They become supermodels. I turn into another librarian. That suits me fine. That way, I don’t need to slink to indulge my kink. Mink. The titillating scent of mistletoe permeated my fur coat, its pockets and sleeves stuffed with the holiday herb in preparation for a special New Year’s Eve. I had made a date with a...

Most of you are happy when your wife or girlfriend buys you a video game or some new tool for Christmas. To be fair, most years I would be pretty happy about that too. This year though, my wife went above and beyond. She got me a twenty-three-year-old platinum blond with an insatiable libido. How many of you can top that? This was the first year we hadn’t had the kids home at Christmas. Although I am starting to believe t...

Catherine's favorite night of the year was Christmas Eve. She believes there's a slice of time somewhere between sunset on Christmas Eve and dawn on Christmas morning when all is right with the universe. I liked to think she was right. Catherine was a terrific wife and did her best to please me, so Christmas brought her a holiday surprise. She had always been a massive fan of Santa Claus, and I knew she had a mile-wide Sa...

The suburban home’s kitchen was alive as Amy worked her own brand of holiday magic. Scrambled eggs. Crispy bacon. Warm, gooey cinnamon rolls. It was all coming together perfectly, just as she’d imagined. As she carefully placed each item onto the plates, Amy couldn’t help but feel a sense of giddiness. To some, this might just be breakfast on Christmas morning. To Amy, this was the inauguration of an annual tradition. Amy...

"Perfect! Santa and Mrs Claus just got on down the bottom!" Ivy said. Holly remained resolutely facing backwards, steadying herself on the handrail of the descending escalators while adjusting the wings of her angel costume. Heels as high as theirs were hard enough to balance in even before the hash brownies they’d shared at the party. The vibrator humming in her cunt didn’t help, either. "Ho ho, you ho. I'm twenty-five,...