| Author: | Claire Westwood | ISBN: | 9781311500953 |
| Publisher: | Claire Westwood | Publication: | September 17, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Claire Westwood |
| ISBN: | 9781311500953 |
| Publisher: | Claire Westwood |
| Publication: | September 17, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
”What are you doing?” I gasped, as Santa began to remove his jacket.
“Giving you what you really want for Christmas,” he replied...
On the night before Christmas, Claire is upstairs when she hears a noise, down in the living room. Her worthless husband won't get up, so she is forced to pull on a nightie over her sheer underwear and trudge down to investigate.
Much to her surprise, a giant, bearded man is standing in her living room! He reveals himself to be Santa, delivering presents – and Claire is on his “good girl” list! And after the last year, after being ignored and taken for granted by her husband, she knows exactly what she wants as a present.
Not only does Santa give her the sexual release that she desires, but he also finishes inside her – it's like he knows that creampies are Claire's favorite thing of all!
Warning: This story contains scenes of steamy sex between a housewife and Santa, as well as a hot and sticky finish, and is intended for adult audiences only!
Excerpt:
“What do you want for Christmas?” he asked again, patiently waiting for an answer.
I opened my mouth, but then closed it again. It was a difficult question to answer. Normally, when friends or family asked, I would tell them, “Anything but chocolate!”, and we would share a laugh. Coworkers would get me gift cards, candles, or other assorted gifts, I'd either find a place for them somewhere or donate them to charity, and I would be decently satisfied with this arrangement. Despite this, however, I wasn't truly happy.
To tell the truth, I was frustrated. I spent every day chasing the kids around the house, trying to get them under control. And then, at the end of the day, when I was tired, cranky, and wanted nothing more than a break and some quiet time, my good-for-nothing husband would come home, plop down on his arm chair, and expect me to make dinner, wait on him hand and foot, and then be happy when he passed out in bed immediately after eating! I would try to spice things up, put on sexy outfits, get babysitters so that we could go out for date nights, but nothing seemed to have an impact. Since the kids, he seemed to have lost all interest in me sexually.
“You know what I want?” I said finally, raising my eyes to stare at Santa. “What I want, more than anything else in the world, is a good fuck...
”What are you doing?” I gasped, as Santa began to remove his jacket.
“Giving you what you really want for Christmas,” he replied...
On the night before Christmas, Claire is upstairs when she hears a noise, down in the living room. Her worthless husband won't get up, so she is forced to pull on a nightie over her sheer underwear and trudge down to investigate.
Much to her surprise, a giant, bearded man is standing in her living room! He reveals himself to be Santa, delivering presents – and Claire is on his “good girl” list! And after the last year, after being ignored and taken for granted by her husband, she knows exactly what she wants as a present.
Not only does Santa give her the sexual release that she desires, but he also finishes inside her – it's like he knows that creampies are Claire's favorite thing of all!
Warning: This story contains scenes of steamy sex between a housewife and Santa, as well as a hot and sticky finish, and is intended for adult audiences only!
Excerpt:
“What do you want for Christmas?” he asked again, patiently waiting for an answer.
I opened my mouth, but then closed it again. It was a difficult question to answer. Normally, when friends or family asked, I would tell them, “Anything but chocolate!”, and we would share a laugh. Coworkers would get me gift cards, candles, or other assorted gifts, I'd either find a place for them somewhere or donate them to charity, and I would be decently satisfied with this arrangement. Despite this, however, I wasn't truly happy.
To tell the truth, I was frustrated. I spent every day chasing the kids around the house, trying to get them under control. And then, at the end of the day, when I was tired, cranky, and wanted nothing more than a break and some quiet time, my good-for-nothing husband would come home, plop down on his arm chair, and expect me to make dinner, wait on him hand and foot, and then be happy when he passed out in bed immediately after eating! I would try to spice things up, put on sexy outfits, get babysitters so that we could go out for date nights, but nothing seemed to have an impact. Since the kids, he seemed to have lost all interest in me sexually.
“You know what I want?” I said finally, raising my eyes to stare at Santa. “What I want, more than anything else in the world, is a good fuck...
