Aren’t those some creative and sinful words? I would love to say that to one very naughty Santa under the Christmas tree – and you know who I have in mind. Yeah, I’m very wicked this time of year. I love little sexy holiday pieces and when they’re all about HOT men, a naughty fling and a cougar savoring a gorgeous hunk, well… So in honor of the holiday, one of my favorite little pieces. I’m taking a few days off for the holiday but I’ll give you snippets of pure sin along the way. I hope you enjoy…
“So tell me, girlfriend. What is nestled in that saucy scarlet foil bag you have?”
“What? You have to be kidding me! The most conservative woman I know is bringing sexual toys as the white elephant gift?” Feigning shock, she fanned her face and blinked furiously.
“Uh huh. You told me to kick up the heat. And I’m not conservative!”
“That I did. I think you picked the perfect time to do it too,” Wendy breathed as she eyed the front door.
“Oh no you don’t. I know that wicked looked, my sinfully-mischievous-soon-to-be-ex-friend of mine. What are you hiding?”
“Just a little surprise and no, you won’t be able to drag it out of me. Put that under the tree and let’s grab a drink. The fun is about to begin.”
“Why do I have a very bad feeling about this?” Cristal laughed as she plopped the bag under the garishly decorated Christmas tree. Trimmed in amethyst and gold, the twinkling multi-colored lights were almost blinding. Brenda certainly had vibrant tastes. Then again, all of her friends were highly opinionated and very intelligent socialites and while their tastes varied, they were the best of friends. She was the only one that had hidden behind closed doors for two long years. An ugly divorce could do that to you.
“Come on, slow poke!” Wendy dragged her toward the kitchen. “This is a party, remember?”
“I know,” Cristal shook her head as she brushed her hands down her recently purchased hot little Victoria’s Secret dress. Little was the operative word. Never in her life had she owned let alone worn something so slinky and daring, but as she passed by the hall mirror, her reflection reminded her that voluptuous curves were all the rage. Yeah right! Hissing, she shook her head.
Cristal blushed and blew her a kiss. “Red is my favorite color.”
“You just need to stand in front of one sexy man and say, unwrap me stud.”
“That’s not gonna happen at this party.” Laughing, she eyed the crowd of already intoxicated revelers. While Brenda threw lavish parties, her guests weren’t what she would call scintillating, although the holidays did draw out a more festive crowd. Several couples were already half naked and it was only ten–thirty. “But the naughty show’s going to be fun.”
“Here, drink this before you turn into an old fuddy duddy.” Filling two crystal stems with merlot, she handed Cristal a glass before taking a sip of her own.
“Fuddy duddy? I’m wearing a skin-tight mini dress with no bra, four inch stilettos and a brand new lace thong. Does that seem old to you?”
“I need to think,” Wendy mused. “Yes.”
“Let’s make a deal,” Wendy said, her eyes twinkling.
“What do you have in mind?”
“That you let Cory’s bad behavior stay in the past and enjoy all the little treats that come your way tonight. No questions asked. Have a wild and wicked time with someone. Take a walk on the wild side.”
“Have a one night stand?” Cristal eyed her best friend and groaned. Wendy Mitchell had been her support, her anger partner and her drinking buddy since Cory walked out several years before, seeking a new life with a blond vixen that was still in college. “You’re serious.”
“You bet. It’ll do you a world of good. You haven’t had sex in like ten years. Come on!”
“Why don’t you say that a little louder so the entire party knows about my miserable life?” Groaning, she new Wendy was right, but trusting a man again was almost beyond her.
“Just looking out for your best interests. Sweetie, you look dazzling, you’re of age and you’re horny as shit. Find a man and fuck him hard. Hmmm…delicious idea.”
Cristal raised her eyebrow. Before she could retort, Brenda flanked the women, hands on her hips, her look nothing short of scandalous. The third in their three musketeers friendship was ballsy and brash and enjoyed all things kinky.
“You’re both missing the gifts and I agree completely with Wendy. Time for you to shed your inhibitions. Take a chance,” Brenda cooed.
Off to the side, Cristal stood with Wendy and watched the festivities. “I see you’re both plotting. That terrifies me,” Cristal chuckled, but damn it if she didn’t crave having a man in her bed pulsing his thick hard cock into her pussy. Whew. The thought along forced a tremor slicing into her wet, hot cunt. Her snazzy collection of vibrators just wasn’t doing it for her any longer. As s single bead of perspiration trickled down the shimmer of her cheek, she could see the mischievous exchange between the two women. Her hand shaking, she took a sip of wine as she was led back into the living room.
Brenda grinned. “More presents to give out. Okay, who’s next?” Clapping her hands, she sashayed toward the Christmas tree. “Number forty-five.”
“I’m giving you your Christmas present early this year,” Wendy whispered, pushing Cristal forward into the room. “A little holiday eye candy and hopefully more.” Nodding toward the front door, she purred softly and stepped away. “Merry Christmas lady. You deserve a wild and wooly tryst and he’s the perfect candidate.”
Cristal fought the white hot flash of blatant savage desire as Thorne Mitchell stepped down the single stair from the entrance foyer. Shaking, she heard her heart thumping into her chest in wild ragged pulses. “I…don’t understand. Why is he here?” Thorne, dear God.
“My darling baby brother just moved back into town and without that low life of a girlfriend he cavorted with for too many years, thank God,” Wendy purred and licked her lips. “What, I forgot to tell you that? Shame on me.” Barely able to contain her giddiness, she waved to Thorne, drawing his attention.
“No! No…don’t call him over here!” Cristal hissed, stealing a glance down at her dress. The memories flooded her mind of the boy…the man…the stud that… Pressing the back of her hand over her mouth, she thought for sure she was going to pass out.
“Stop it! All he’s done since he rode back into town was ask about you!” Wendy chortled.
A harried squee dragged Cristal’s attention away from the slice of pure vanilla chocolate hunk.
“Oh my God! Look at the candle and the bubble bath. My hubby is going to be happy tonight!” As the excited blond showed off her gift, the grunts and moans of the crowd filtered into the dense air.
“Me, really? I mean…it’s been what, six years?” Cristal watched him place the shimmering foil package under the tree, nod to Brenda and saunter their way. And he only had eyes for her. Dear fucking God, she was going to faint. The stunning six foot four inch blond man took sexy and gorgeous to an entirely dangerous level. Licking her lips, she nonchalantly gazed down the length of his carved body. No man ever filled out a pair of tight black jeans like Thorne. A blazing scarlet silk shirt hugged his chiseled pecs and he looked good enough to be a calendar cover for Chippendales. The years of maturity had turned him into one delicious treat for the eyes.
“Five, but who’s counting and I think he’s a very happy man seeing you.” Bubbling with giggles, Wendy wiggled her finger, pointing discretely to the thick bulge between his legs.
“Wendy!” Cristal chastised but holy fuck, the man was hard and horny. Was it really because of her? She remembered the lanky boy had grown into a stunning man right before her eyes and intense desire burned within both of them for years to the point he eventually surprised her with a passionate kiss. The memory sweet, she licked her lips envisioning the sticky summer day, the large oak tree and his hard body pinning her to it. While she wanted nothing more than to make love with him that day, she’d been trying to rekindle a dying marriage. The guilt continued to ride her even through Cory’s copious affairs.
“Hi ya, baby brother.” Rising onto her tiptoes, Wendy kissed his cheek.
“His ya, sis.” Turning his gaze, he blazed a long slow trail down the length of Cristal. “Whew! Damn, you look hot.” Thorne grinned. Taking Cristal’s hand, he brushed his lips across her palm and darted a series of licks up and down her fingers. “Mmm…I’ve missed you.”
Did he just lick me? A screaming echo pulsed in her ears as jagged shimmers of fuchsia and tangerine stars floated in front of her eyes. “Thorne.” Her voice barely audible, sensations rushed through her body that she’d never felt before. Her pussy clenched as a trickle of honey slid into her panties. “I didn’t know you were back from California.”
Cristal Collier was hungry for a man but her cheating ex husband had left her for a blond twenty-something vixen and her self-esteem was shot. Her friends were tired of putting up with her hiding in the dark confines of her home. They were determined to ignite a fire. During a sinful Christmas party, a naughty rouse was put to the test and her best friend Wendy knew exactly how to jump start Cristal’s love life. Or at least garner her a wicked tryst. She knew her brother was Cristal’s secret fantasy. One she refused to explore. During the sinful white elephant gift exchange, the cards were stacked.
Thorne Mitchell was sixteen years her junior and had a serious crush on the stunning, copper haired beauty. After a shared kiss years before, she had pushed him out of her life and he’d fled the state. Now, he was bound and determined not only to seduce her, but also win her heart. After engaging in a shameless round of sex including a moment in front of their friends, she refused to see him again. Planning a scintillating game of his own, he pulled out every stop, but Cristal couldn’t take the heat. As an early snowfall blanketed the twinkling lights of Baltimore, he finally gave up, going home to soothe his soul. He knew Santa Claus wasn’t coming to his house that year. Would he ever be able to unwrap the precious gift again?
I hope you enjoyed! Please stay safe and have a wonderful Christmas.
Kisses and spanks…