​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...

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Were strewn women’s garments: some bras and a blouse. Silk stockings weren't hung from the chimney with care, But rather strewn all over here, and some there! Assigned the night shift, I’d gotten quite surly. But a scheduling glitch had sent me home early. “Honey I’m home!” as I entered, I almost did bellow. But I paused as I spied women's panties of … yellow?! W...

Our house creaked around me like an old ship, settling into the desert cold. Christmas Eve in Scottsdale, population: me. Mom had pitched the Florida thing with all the enthusiasm of a travel brochure: white sand beaches, family bonding, Grandma's famous rum cake. But honestly? The humidity down there could kill a person. Plus, I wasn't exactly in the mood for my little brother's Nintendo obsession echoing through some cr...

I felt nervous—terrified, actually—yet also incredibly aroused. My heart thundered in my chest. Was it confirmation that I was doing the right thing? It was an unthinkable, enormous step beyond the comfort zones of my carefully calculated life. I had meticulously planned for this moment yet wondered if I could let it happen. Then I did. My husband looked at me in stunned surprise, caught completely off guard by the gift....

Santa couldn't make his mind up, Naughty or Nice? The bearded cockster was in the midst of the kind of dilemma he always had in the run-up to the big day. The first Christmas Day knobbing was something Santa always looked forward to. He always celebrated the midnight tea break fuck with a loud shout of "Christmas is cumming!" after he had fired his shot of Santa sauce onto or into the lucky recipient. Slippery Sally and T...

'Twas the night before Christmas, and Angela dressed to please before leaving the flat. She took one last look at the picture on the sideboard, smiles of joy beamed back at her. She picked it up, turned it around and replaced it. Her dear John letter rested against the frame, destined to be read whenever her husband came home from work. Her lips curled up at the side, and then she was gone. She walked with determination i...

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...

It was the night before Christmas, and the kids were finally in bed. Beth and I decided it was time to put the presents under the tree. I went into the bedroom and grabbed an armful of gifts we had kept hidden for weeks. The gifts were piled so high in my arms that I couldn’t see over them, and, as a result, I banged my toe on the dining room table. “Fuck!” I exclaimed as pain shot through my toe and the presents tumbled...