Emma couldn't sleep. She was excited about Christmas, but, as was often the case, she was as horny as fuck too. Christmas Eve had come and gone, but she had only done the former after a session with her vibe. "I'm awake now; I might as well have some more lonely fun." As she spoke, Emma remembered she was alone in the house, so she decided talking out loud in the darkness by herself was as pointless as it was weird. Reach...

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...

"Oh, one of your memorable eye-watering farts, Biscuit. A lovely Christmas present," Marcus said, looking at his dog. Although it was Christmas Day, Biscuit wasn't cutting his master slack. He wanted his walk, and he wanted it immediately, especially as it was light now. Marcus took Biscuit up to the park. Everyone still needed a walk, whatever day of the week it was, and Marcus at least felt he'd ticked the human contact...

'Christmas, snowman, Santa, presents, baubles, sleigh, reindeer, crackers, stocking, pudding.' Dr. Wichser held up each picture one by one, taking notes after Penny had looked at them. This confirmed his suspicion: it was the reading of the words or hearing them spoken that triggered a reaction in her, not the visual interpretation of the images. "That's quite unusual and, I imagine, socially challenging," the doctor said...

Santa wailed as the crop lashed his flaming buttocks once more. "Is this what you wanted?" hissed Mrs Santa in his ear. Santa whimpered. Purring, she strutted around his prostrate form in her black stockings and heels. “Such a wicked Santa, aren’t you?” Pulling his glowing buttocks apart, Mrs Santa slid her enormous strap-on slowly past his petrified sphincter. Santa’s mouth opened in a silent scream as his chimney burned...

A friend asked me today What I wanted for Christmas? “Nothing but our continued friendship And joy for all mankind!”   But tonight, back at home After having a chance to think I still want what I said But I don’t wish for that alone.   Tonight, I wish for lasting true love Not just for me, but for one and all. May we all find that special someone Who lights the way even on our darkest days?   Someone who makes your heart...

Daria Sitting alone in her cabin high in the Rocky Mountains Daria gazed at the dancing flames in her fireplace.She was absently stroking the fur of her favorite cat, Leo, and wishing she were not alone on tonight of all nights, Christmas Eve. Oh, she knew it was her own doing that had caused it - well hers and the fate of genetics… It really was not her fault that she had inherited her father’s empathic abilities and her...