I’m sure after my previous post that you are all salivating for more of my story! Well the wait is over, I’ve picked a special section for you today! (warning: NSFW!)
He slowly unbuckled his belt, releasing his restricted bulging gut. His eyes flickered towards me. I shivered at his penetrating gaze.
"Are you ready to unwrap your present?" He whipped the belt away, his crimson jacket falling open, revealing his heaving chest.
"I’ve think I’ve been a very good girl this year." I whispered nervously, my body jingling with excitement.
"I’ll have to check my list to see if you’ve been naughty or nice." Santa chuckled.
I was mesmerized. Could something so large, thick and bushy be real? Santa gently stroked his long beard and suddenly I was reminded of the endless nights when I lay in bed at night, stroking and rubbing a wig or another prop against my inner leg, to feel like facial hair, a beard… Santa’s beard.
“lie down and enjoy this very special gift.” I snapped back into reality with Santa’s deep voice.
As if by magic, my boots fell to the floor with a loud bang. My robe seemed to unravel at the waist, and with a single tug it fell to the floor, leaving my flesh bare to the air.
He flew towards me, his lips brushed against mine, but not before his beard tickled me. He trailed his bushy facial fuzz down towards my south pole.
It was a sensation unlike any other, and I quickly realized all of my efforts to duplicate the feel of Santa’s beard with all manners of fluffy things, had all been a pitiful attempt when compared to the real thing.
"Ho, ho, ho! M-e-r-r-y Christmas," a deep and boisterous voice shouted out, "and to all a good night!"
Hehe that’s all you’re getting! ;)
Mrs H x
I think this wonderful convention is one of my favourite events that I organise throughout the year. I couldn’t believe my luck when my father asked me to take over ClausCon, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
It’s like my dirty little secret! All those men, dressed up as Santa… I probably shouldn’t get so excited, but just can’t help it! The red suit, the black belt, those cute little Santa hats.
There are some great Claus’s this year. So much talent. And there might be one in particular that I have my eye on… ;)
Apart from organising Christmas events of all shapes and sizes, I consider myself to be quite the writer you know! It’s more of a hobby really, and I just love it. I thought it was about time I shared some of my work with you! At the moment I’m working on a longer piece, and I’ll be posting the finished product as soon as possible! But for now, here is a cheeky little snippet. I’ll post some more segments of it too, just to get you all ready for the main event! ;)
"He devoured the mince pie, each bite more ravenous than the next. The flames from the fire danced in the reflection of his glasses, preventing me from seeing his glistening eyes.
“Nancy, this mince pie is simply the best mince pie I have ever tasted.”
I shuddered at his husky voice; each syllable rolled off his tongue so eloquently.
“Why thank you, I made the batch myself.”
“There are more?” His eyes were full of passion; he rose from his seat and rushed towards me.
“Yes, a whole baking trays worth.” My words came out in barely more than a whisper.
It was his turn to shudder. He licked the remaining pastry from his lips.
“Why don’t you sit back down, I’ll bring them to you,” I turned to leave for the kitchen.
“Wait, no. I need to prolong the pleasure. Too much at once will only spoil the experience.” He softly took my hand, and pulled me gently to the chair. He sat down, and I sat on his knee”
And that’s all you’re getting for now folks! ;) Mrs H x
ooh wow….what a big beard you have Santa! lmao!