Calling the North Pole
Sexy Carolling
I re-filled their cups and they wandered off to the next house. I went back inside. There! I’d done my good deed and who knows, he might be my present for it. We’d see.
I was sitting back in my chair and had just picked up my book again, when I heard a knock at my back door.
When I answered it, it was the caroller! I invited him in and we introduced ourselves. He was Mike. I gave him a hand warmer pad and a cup of coffee. I noticed earlier that he had preferred that to the hot chocolate. He asked if I wanted another carol. I just laughed and said “no thanks!” He didn’t listen and started singing [you’re a mean one, Mr Grinch][https://youtu.be/tWFaP1tkGgM] and we both laughed while he was singing. Must have been a challenge to sing and laugh at the same time. I decided to stop him by giving him a kiss. That has never failed to stop a man from singing before. And it didn’t now either. He kissed me back.
It was a good thing his skin was warm by then, because we started cuddling, kissing more, macking on each other… all that. And he went from man to octopus, of course. But I had no complaints. I was Mrs Octopus!
I shoved him onto the couch and we were grinding at each other and somehow managing to get our clothes off as well. As soon as we both had our pants off, he slipped his cock into me and we were rocking each other’s world in no time. Then he picked me up and asked me where the bed was. I pointed him in the right direction and he carried me, with my legs around his hips. His cock still inside me. All the way to my bed. Where he laid me down and started really fucking me again. It was a screamer for sure! For both of us.
After our joining, he held me in his arms. And asked if I ever sang. I said yes, and considering the circumstance, I started to sing [Santa, Baby][https://youtu.be/jFMyF9fDKzE] , channeling my inner Eartha Kitt. He thought that was pretty sexy.
Mike had to go. But before he did, he made sure I had his number and asked if we could get together again. I thought that was a great idea, so of course, I said yes.
I found myself humming carols after he left. So all it took to get me in the mood for Christmas was to get laid? Well then… something to keep in mind! lol
Dear Nutcracker
I was on a shopping trip at my local mall. And came upon a living village. There were elves, dancers, a choir and nutcrackers/toy soldiers standing guard. In attitude, they were much like the guards at Buckingham Palace.
Somebody had gone to a lot of work and the players had really practiced hard for this day. They were perfectly synchronized. Kids and their parents were enjoying the show, laughing and singing along with the choir. It was so cool, I stopped as well, even though I wasn’t really in the Christmas mood.
One of the nutcracker/soldiers caught my eye. He was so cute in his costume. Not that he would have been ugly out of it. But he was a great advertisement of what the day was about. In looks.
So I found myself staring at him. And soon I attracted his attention. When the attention of the crowd was elsewhere, he handed me his cell phone number. And I smiled and left. But not before I sent him a text saying I thought he was cute too.
I went further into the mall to make my purchases. I finished in about an hour. Just in time for the live village to take a break. So I swung around there to see if I could find my nutcracker.
He wasn’t at the village. So I went outside to my van. Only to see him casually smoking a cigarette at the mall doors. I strolled over to see if he wanted to talk. Apparently that wasn’t what he had in mind. He asked if I had a car we could go to. He wanted to make out. Plus.
So I said heck yeah and grabbed his hand. We almost ran to it in our hurry. Giggling all the way. He kissed me as I tried to unlock the door. It seemed like it took forever to get the heavy side door open and get inside with it shut.
But we got there. And started macking on each other as we took our clothes off. (Don’t worry, I have smoked glass in the windows and good shocks!) The seats were down, cuzz I hadn’t been sure what size of pkgs I would have. Fortunately they weren’t that big, so they fit in the front seat.
We had plenty of space to stretch out, while he was pawing me up like there was no tomorrow. It was like we were rushing toward sex. Like we were starving for it. I was almost burning for him and he looked like he was going to explode any second. So he grabbed me, threw me over and entered me. We were banging at each other, slurping and moaning was all you could hear. Until I planted my teeth in his arm and used it as a gag for my screams. I barely heard him say “Jesus!” in pain. We both started coming and that was the last thing that really stood out for me. Him venting about my bite.
But we weren’t done yet.
He kept shoving into me, after his orgasm. Like he had more to go. And he did too. I was staying pretty warm as well. So it didn’t take long for a second round of orgasms. And his poor arm took another bite. This time the last thing I heard was “holy fuck!”, but there was nothing I could do to stop myself or help him.
We managed to settle down and began kissing again, but in a more gentle way. Kissing and stroking each other. It was so erotic.
I was finally at a place where I could care about his arm. So I looked at it and gasped in horror. He was going to have a heck of a bruise tomorrow. It almost looked like a snowman shape, with the teeth marks. We laughed about the spirit of Christmas getting into us. I said something about me being possessed by it.
He looked at his watch and said he had to go. There was another show that evening and the cast had to meet first for director’s notes. He asked if I’d be around later. I blushed and said I sure could be, So he kissed my cheek and got out of the van.
I went to get rid of my pkgs and have something to eat. I had a feeling I’d need the energy later.
Dear Santa’s Elf
I got to the mall, early on a Sunday morning. Yes I crawled out of bed early on my day off to go shopping! Sue me!
When I arrived, there weren’t too many shoppers. So I was puttering around at first. Ducking into this shop or that. Till I noticed there were more people about, esp kids. So it being “that time of year and all”, Santa came to the xmas kiosk and the kiddies cheered. A few screamed and cried. But hey fantasy is hard to deal with in real life when you are small. It can be scary.
While everyone else was wrapped up by the store Santa and all his ho ho’s, I noticed one of his elves.
What can I say? Felt slippers and hat with bells tinkling, striped stockings and a fitted body suit. It got my imagination working on the sexy channel lol. But I might be a bit weird that way. I like the nutcrackers in the ballet better than the swans a leaping.
Looking at her frame, I wondered if she bound her breasts to lend some ambiguity to the suit. For the kids, you don’t always want curves busting out of the clothes, do you?
Whatever…she had definitely grabbed my attention and imagination. I found myself staring. Well she caught me and boy did my face go red! She winked and smiled at me. So I hung around awhile…
When she had a break in the line of kids clammering for their moment with Santa, she came over and we chatted a bit. The “hello, how are you, what’s a girl like you doing in an elf suit, what’s a guy like you doing at the mall, getting to know you” stuff you do in such a situation. (Do people often do this?)
The elf was good enough to take the lead in our chatting, cuzz I’m a shy guy with a crush on an elf. Near Santa. Ugh! Yeah she was at the helm of the sleigh on this one!
When she had to go back, she asked if I would be around when she had her break. I said I sure could be… So she asked me to meet her at the food court. I kept wandering the shops but returning to the kiosk to see if she was still busy. She usually saw me and waved.
Finally the elf was done with her shift and waved me over. I jogged over and she asked me to meet her at the mall washrooms’ area instead. There was a North Pole washroom for the Xmas people to change in. So the kids didn’t see it.
When I got there, the elf grabbed my hand and led me into that bathroom. And actually started kissing me! I was kissing an elf! Xmas would never be the same again! lol
There was a bigger stall in the back for people with chairs or scooters and the elf dragged me into that. I got a chance to find out if she bound her breasts. She did! I played elf’s maid and helped her undo the binding. Out popped her lovely breasts. I was touching an elf’s breast! I looked around guiltily in case Santa was watching. I’m pretty sure I’ll be on his naughty list!
The elf and I managed to get her body suit down and my hands decided for themselves to explore her luscious butt and between her legs. (Is that area called the same things if it’s on an elf??) But whatever it’s called, elves get wet there! So my toy soldier went in for the kill. And there in the bathroom, an elf was shoved up against the wall and bumped uglies with an adoring fan. (grins). It was hot to us, ok??
I was gentleman enough to be sure the pole diving succeeded in her having a holly jolly good time before I got off. And stroke and cuddle her down from her high. Our high.
The elf asked me to get her clothes out of the lockers they had put in for the “visitors from the North Pole” and she became a normal person walking down any street anywhere. The fantasy was definitely over. But oh did I have a memory!
We exchanged emails and kiks. And now and then, I send her a special header, so she knows I’m thinking of that Xmas shopping trip.
“Dear Santa’s Elf…” and she knows I want to see her in green again. Felt slippers and hat with bells on. Haha! She comes to me with bells on. Striped socks and all.
I had sex with an elf! And seems it will be a thing from now on. I wonder if Santa knows? His elf is a bad, bad girl!
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