I still can't believe it. Santa Claus is real! I'm not kidding. Okay, I stopped believing in Santa a long time ago. In fact it was probably when I was eight years old. I'm 19 now and back from college, and I came home to visit my mom. She lives by herself, and has ever since my dad left us. Well, it was Christmas Eve, and I heard a sound from the living room...
Liam woke up to the smell of coffee and cinnamon and Elfie's mouth on his dick. She faced away from him, her rear positioned such that he got a full view of dripping pussy and plump ass. The elf costume had returned at some point, which Liam didn't mind because it highlighted the curve of her ass. While she moaned on his dick, his hand moved up her thighs, g...
Merry Christmas Lit community! This is my first Christmas story and first competition entry, so please be gentle with me. I tried so hard to make this a short story, but I couldn't stop my fingers - I kept playing with it, and massaging and tweaking it, and it kept getting longer and longer, and the longer it got, the more I liked it . . . so I'm sorry, I ho...
"You want me to, what?" I asked. "Go to the North Pole and interview Santa Claus," James Rolands, said. He was the editor-in-chief of Plus magazine, a half serious, half trashy magazine geared toward one thing and one thing only, sales. Mr. Rolands, 45, was a driven man in a world so competitive for stories that there was no room for compassion or moralit...
Author's Note: Thanks very much to Krissta and NaokoSmith for their tremendous help in editing this story for me. * * * * * "Oh fuck yes! You sexy slut! Take it! Take it right to the balls!" said Santa. The jolly old elf was stood in his bedroom merrily pounding into an elven assistant. She was bent over the desk in front of him, propping herself up on he...
This is a humorous take on Santa, please laugh and remember to vote. Dear Santa, Last year you screwed me! I am not some cheap little whore. I maybe a blonde bombshell that stands taller than you, but I have a mind and free will. I could have been a model if I wanted to. I could have been anything I wanted to be, if I set my mind to it. Just because I wor...
Seymour Klazowski opened one eye while his hand searched for the bottle lying on the pavement next to him. He lifted the bottle and stared. "Fuck!" he growled before throwing the empty Night Train Express bottle away. Seymour pulled his coat up around his throat against the cold and snuggled further against the dumpster in the alley behind the Woolworth Stor...
I had a notion to write something for Christmas, and subsequently decided to enter it in the Holiday Contest. As always, comments and ratings are most welcome! * * * * * Christmas Eve. Truly the most wonderful time of the year, thought Marie Haynes as she pulled into the driveway of her modest suburban Denver home. Her three kids were in the back seat,...
Good God, the Mall was crowded. 9:00... two more hours and hell night would be over with. I'd been working at La Boutique Du Lingerie for the last seven months and on my feet today for the last fourteen hours. I must have been out of mind when I agreed to work a double shift, but my paycheck was going to be huge! It was Christmas Eve, and all the shoppers...
Elfie bobbed up and down on Liam's candy cane colored cock. He knew that she was magical. For that matter, he was magical as well, but it was still bizarre to see all twelve inches of his cock slide so easily into her throat. Her beautiful eyes would occasionally look up to check if he was pleased with her work. He stroked her pointed ears to reassure her....