This is a fuck parody... It's a fantasy... It ain't real This takes place in 2012... R. I. P. Chyna "Suck it mom... damn, you're the best cocksucker ever. Mmmmmmmm... I fucking love you slut." "Mmmmmmmm... I love you too baby... and I love this big fucking cock too. I want you to get me pregnant James... knock me up baby. Knock me up good." My mom Kathie...
I dreaded going to my wife's company Christmas party, but there was no getting out of it. Alice had been at her new job less than a year and was soaring to the top of the corporate chain. Her promotions were coming at the rate of almost every other month. I was happy for her, as she brought plaques of praise, letters of appreciation, and even cash bonuses. I...
The next day, it continued in the same way. I would arrive wearing jeans, an overcoat, a stocking hat, and a scarf (even though it was above 45 degrees out). Shortly after 9:30, I arrived to get my makeup done by Liz, get into the suit with Heidi’s assistance, and went to work. Heidi and Rachel each came by and waved a few times. Once they even came by toge...
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house only Santa was stirring as quiet as a mouse. He came down the chimney and looked all around with a twinkle in his eye and his belly big and round. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care and the tree was delightfully trimmed and prepared. He smiled at the gewgaws and little statuettes of el...
Author's note: The support I have been shown for this story line has been just amazing. Thank you all for your kind words and encouragement. I hope everyone will enjoy the latest installment just as much. Also, I want to acknowledge white slut suze with a warm and heart felt thank you. She graciously agreed to edit this installment so hopefully typos at leas...
Matt was miserable. It had been a rough few months for the single man, the worst he had ever known in his more than twenty years. Losing his job due to cutbacks had been hard enough to take, but losing his girlfriend only weeks later when he was able to find a new job was humiliating. He wouldn’t have believed things could have ever become worse. And then he...
It was Christmas Eve and Dave was spending it with Amy. It was snowy and cold and the wind was whipping against the house, swirling the snow flakes as they fell. Amy was wrapped up in Dave's arms, snug in bed. They lay quietly, half asleep when there was a noise and they heard someone coming down the hallway, causing them to bolt upright. Framing the doorwa...
My wife likes to experiment in strip clubs and play dangerous games. This is one of her stories. "Get over here Ho." My wife walked over to the strip club manager. She had just finished a shift dancing. It was her second night. She had entered an amateur contest the night before and first prize was a hundred dollars and a job if she wanted it. I watched h...
Author's Note: This is my Christmas story that I elected not to enter into the Literotica's Holidays contest. I hope that you enjoy it because If you do, there is a series yet to come. Let me know. Cheers! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Cissy! Hey, Cissy!" I look over my shoulder for the source of the familiar voice in the bustling crowd of the shopping mall. A broad smile...
For several years now I have tried to hold back the ever encroaching commercialism of Christmas by dressing up in an old tattered Santa suit with a lovely and believable old wig, beard and antique bell to make my Christmas Eve rounds of several local hospitals and nursing homes. Ironically you wouldn't expect such institutions to admit a foreign Santa into t...