On the First Day of Kissmas...Nadia Aidan

Bedtime Stories

by Nadia Aidan

Opposites Attract

Nicknamed the Ice Bitch, corporate exec Lana Holt is a notorious ball buster known for getting the job done and getting it done right. With her reputation and track record, she is perfectly positioned to become the next CEO of Renault Corporation, until the grandson of the owner, Harvard grad, boy genius, Matthew Renault snatches it right out from under her.
Matthew Renault has no designs on the CEO job, and knows that Lana deserves it, but there is little either of them can do when faced with politics on the board. In truth, the only thing he does have designs on, is her. But when she abruptly quits, he is forced to make a risky and desperate move to win her heart. Hopefully he can convince her that despite their differences they are perfect for each other, before she discovers his deception and he winds up losing her for good.

The Reunion
The Reunion tells the story of Natalia Cruz, a talented opera singer who returns to her fifteen year high school reunion to face her past, her tarnished reputation and the man she left behind, Brad Wellington.

Brad never forgot Natalia, but he questions whether love can survive fifteen years of separation until he comes face to face with her again. He knows what he wants, and that is her. Now he must convince Natalia to finally let go of her past in order to embrace the love that awaits them just on the horizon of the future.

What Happens in Vegas
The Creative Director of a high end fashion label, Yolanda Hamilton is a combination of brains and brass, who is an expert at spotting the latest trends, despite her own lack of style.
But another good thing she’s good at spotting is players, so when her boss hires Lucas Gordon as the VP of Acquisitions she is less than thrilled. Although she begrudgingly accepts that he knows his stuff and is good at his job, he is nothing but a cavalier playboy who wields his good looks and charm like a weapon. But on a short business trip to Vegas, Yolanda comes to realize that maybe she was wrong about Lucas when he shows her that sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there.

EXCERPT

Bedtime Stories-What Happens in Vegas

Copyright Nadia Aidan 2008

“I just prayed that my day didn’t get any worse, but then here you come.”

Lucas furled his lips into a grin as he ambled into Yolanda’s office, closing the door behind him. He couldn’t help but grin, although he knew it probably pissed her off even more. His lovely Amazon reminded him of an angry scorpion always ready to strike. He’d seen her cow many men who just couldn’t handle her acid tongue and brusque manner, but as he drew closer to her, he knew instinctively that Yolanda was nothing but a little kitten under all that brass. She just needed the right man to coax that kitten out of her.

“What do you want, Lucas?” She snapped as she leaned back in her chair with her arms folded across her full breasts.

He didn’t even miss a beat as he let her terse words roll off his back. “Just came by to give you the itinerary,” he said, rattling a single piece of paper in his hand. “You left before Dafina had a chance to give it to you.”

He set the paper down before her as he planted both hands atop her desk and leaned forward. “You raced out of there so fast, you had me worried that you were about to miss your hot date.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re the only one who has hot dates at ten in the morning.” “They’re just dates, sweetheart; they’re not hot to me at all.” He leaned closer to her then, his eyes drinking in her soft pouty lips, and almond shaped eyes. “I’m really just biding my time until I can convince a certain hot Creative Director to go out with me.”

“Yes, well I’m sure your last Russian model girlfriend—ahhh, what was her name?” She cocked her head to the side as she stared up at the ceiling. “That’s right,” she said snapping her fingers. “Nadenka. Yes, well, I don’t think Nadenka would appreciate hearing that you don’t consider her hot, especially after that blow job she gave you in your office last week,” she mocked as she glared at him.

Irritation simmered in his gaze, as he glowered at her, struggling not to lose his temper. “I already told you that she was on the floor looking for her contact. I was just about to get down there and look too when you walked—”

“Look, Lucas. Your sex life is none of my business. But just so you know, most women don’t usually want to go out with men who change girlfriends as regularly as he changes his socks.” She dropped her gaze to her desk as she reached for the paper he’d brought to her. “Thank you for the itinerary, but unless there is something else, I really need to get back to work.”

And just like that he was dismissed. He stood there staring at the crown of her head, as fury whipped through his veins. She was barely civil toward him, but she’d never been outright rude. For a year and a half he’d been on the receiving end of her cold shoulder, and while he could definitely take everything she dished out, that didn’t mean he actually had to.

Before he stopped to think about what he was doing, he moved to the other side of her desk, and dragged her by her arms to her feet.

She stared at him openmouthed, her eyes wide. He knew the moment she regained her composure because her brown eyes darkened to tiny black chips, but before she could lash out at him, he beat her to it with his own cutting words.

“You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?” He ignored her gasp of shock as he plowed ahead, knowing she wasn’t used to people talking to her in such a manner. “You’ve been nothing but a bitch to me from the day I walked into your office. Don’t you think it’s time for you to stop?”
“I don’t like you. And I refuse to pretend that I do,” she spat out. ”

He narrowed his gaze as he studied her pretty brown face, with her high cheekbones and full sensual lips, which was now marred by her angry expression. She wasn’t a model beauty, but she was definitely lovely in her own way. Still you would never know it with her severe bun, and librarian glasses. Not to mention her conservative, drab, power suits, which she wore like battle armor that hid what he knew was a killer body from the rare glimpses he’d caught of her in her tight spandex at the company gym. At one time he’d wondered how she became the Creative Director of a couture fashion line given her own lack of feminine style, but after the one time he’d seen her in action, he’d never wondered again. She had a discerning eye, a calculating brain, and she could easily spot what would sell and what wouldn’t.

With her superior intellect, she was one of those women who valued brains over beauty and brawn and hated anyone who used the latter two to their advantage. He had to admit that he wasn’t afraid to turn on the charm to close a deal or coax a diva supermodel into doing a show, but he wasn’t the male whore she thought him to be, and he was getting damned tired of having to always explain himself to her. Especially, when he knew the real reason why she lashed out at him, was not because she hated who he was and what he represented, but rather because she hated herself for being attracted to him, given who he was and what he represented.
“You say you don’t like me. But I think it’s the opposite.”

“You’re so arrogant that you would believe that but you’re wrong—”
“Am I?” Later he would question what came over him, but the challenge in her words had him seeing red and he easily backed her up against her office wall, trapping her between it and the length of his hard body.

Settling his face in the crook of her neck, he stroked his tongue across her smooth skin that peeked out from just above her collar. He didn’t mistake the gasp of pleasure that rippled past her lips, even as she made a half-hearted attempt to push against his chest.
He chuckled softly in triumph, eliciting a slight shiver from her body as goose bumps dotted the skin at her neck. “You say you don’t like me, but I wonder if I stick my fingers beneath this skirt of yours will they find nothing but wet warmth.”

“Lucas!” She gasped in warning, when his hands began to tease along the hem of her skirt.
He groaned against her neck, as heat whipped across his skin and his cock hardened behind the zipper of his pants. The sound of his name on her lips was probably the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. The teacher had set out to teach the student a lesson, but here he was getting schooled.
He knew then that if he didn’t pull away from her now, she would wind up pinned down on top of her desk, with his cock buried balls deep inside her warm pussy. He knew instinctively that the sensual woman inside her would wind up giving him the best ride of his entire life, but he refused to give into the temptation of fucking her. She wasn’t ready, and because of this she would end up resenting him for seducing her, even though it was him who was being seduced by her sensual allure.

Pulling away from her, he held her gaze, as a myriad of conflicting emotions flashed across her face. This was probably the first time she’d ever been forced to admit the truth of her attraction to him, and he was sure that inside she was running scared.

“You know I’m not the male gigolo you make me out to be, just as you know you want me, even though I’m sure you wish you didn’t,” he said with a wry smile, as he reached out to stroke his thumb across her full bottom lip. “You also know that I’ve wanted you for a long, long time,” he said in a low whisper. She started to shake her head, and while she hadn’t parted her lips to protest, he still silenced the shake of her head with a single finger against her lips. “There’s no point in denying it. We both know the truth,” he said firmly. “And do you want to know what else I know?” He grinned when she shook her head again, but he ignored it. She probably didn’t want to know at all, but he was still going to tell her.

“I know that when I take you for the first time, it’s not going to be a hasty fuck on your desk. I’ve waited a long time to get between your thighs, so believe me when I finally do, it will be in a soft bed, with soft sheets, someplace where we will not be disturbed because once I’m inside you, I don’t plan to go anywhere for a very long time.”

Her eyes widened in shock as she stared up at him, her mouth agape. He ached to kiss the sexy bow of her soft, succulent mouth, but forced himself not to as he dropped his hand from her lips and stalked out of her office, before he could conveniently forget all about those satin sheets and long lazy nights in favor of that hard, square desk.

Bedtime Stories-What Happens in Vegas ©
Copyright Nadia Aidan 2008

It's Time for Kissmas!

Ladies and Gents!

It's time for the Twelve Days of Kissmas!

I'm taking and asking for new stories, romance or erotica, nice or naughty. So, if you'd like to share, just dust off that shorty short and send it to me at: sydneymolare@yahoo.com. All stories must be received by December 10 because the fun starts December 12th!.

The Twelve Day of Kissmas...Redux

I want to thank all the authors who participated in my Twelve Days of Kissmas! Your stories heated the world these past few weeks. And to end it all on a bang, here is a "different" recap of the Twelve Days of Kissmas...erotically of course!

On the first day of Kissmas, my true love surprised me with a hot oil massage. His fingers kneaded, rubbed and smoothed my body into total submission. His tongue mirrored his capable hands and I released my mind; freed my body to do with it as he wanted.

On the second day of Kissmas, my true love said to me, “Here’s my Platinum Visa Card, go have a shopping spree!” Definitely music to my ears.

I was passing Victoria’s Secret when the lingerie called my name. The lace was oh so delicate to the touch; the leather beckoned my dark side. The corduroy two piece sprang from the shelf and landed without a parachute on top of the thongs which rained down into my cart like a pot of gold. As I was checking out, a boa somersaulted from the mannequin and curled around my neck. I said to myself: This ain’t a bad beginning.

On the third day of Kissmas, my true love said to me, “Don’t eat this box of chocolate until I tell you I’m on my way home.” Now this left me puzzled, but I held my paws at bay until the appointed phone call, then I ravished the box like it was my manly man.

He serenaded me as he entered, suit coat thrown rapidly to the floor. Soon, the room was a kaleidoscope of his clothes and mine. Naked now, we attacked each other in full-blown lust—biting, scratching, kissing. His silky lips left burn marks on my skin as they trailed from my face, past my chest on to my Eden. My hands clawed at his head when he spread my lips; blew on my juices. As he slurped me dry, I understood the candy thing when he said, “Chocolate never tasted as good as it does right now.”

On the fourth day of Kissmas, my true love surprised me with a striptease. Now my man was a manly man and a manly man was he. This was confirmed once again as I watched his dick bounce around the elephant trunk G-string he was wearing. He wiggled his hips and flexed that ass. When he humped and ground his pelvis into the floor, I could no longer control my coochie. She made me spring from the couch, insert myself beneath him and open wide. Shit!

On the fifth day of Kissmas, I shaved my pussy clean! The better for him to eat off of, so I reasoned. When he arrived home, I replaced the hair with Whip Cream. His tongue bathed me in love as he licked up, down, side-to-side, front-to-back…and…back … further still. I howled from his tongue sodomy; tore holes in the cushion from the mind-numbing pleasure. Then…I reciprocated fully.

On the sixth day of Kissmas, I picked up presents for me. I “gifted” myself with a 12-inch dildo, handcuffs, nipple pinchers, penis ring and a short whip courtesy of The Passion Hole. With the leather from Vicky’s and my stiletto boots, I was thinking Biker Bitch. However, an unannounced visit from my mother-in-law pissed me the hell off and Biker Bitch morphed into S & M Dominatrix. My manly man’s bass became a tenor as I rolled the penis ring over his root. The tenor became a soprano as I viciously connected the pinchers to his nipples. His dick became a staff as I thrashed his ass with my whip…before I sucked him into my mouth. He screamed; I creamed as my capable lips drained the gizm from his dick.

On the seventh day of Kissmas, I had calmed down. My manly man’s eyes watched me in apprehension and I giggled inside. I proceeded to make Happy Faces over and over and over. Everything was copacetic again.

On the eighth day of Kissmas, I was feeling rambunctious as hell! I bathed, sprayed and slid into my corduroy two piece. Then I waited…anxiously. I lassoed my manly man as he walked in the door. I handcuffed him to the bed, cut his clothes from his body before bucking him like a bronco. He slept until morning.

On the ninth day of Kissmas, I bought my true love a plasma television. He oohed and aahed over the gift before I gave him his second present. I inserted the Dynamic Booty V video in the VCR and…proceeded to do everything to him that they were doing in the video.

On the tenth day of Kissmas, my true love brought home the Kama Sutra. I had no idea of how limber I was until we performed the myriad of positions. I flexed, relaxed, bent, and splayed in an effort to resemble the photos. My legs finally gave out after Position 55.

On the eleventh day of Kissmas, we fucked behind the Courthouse Christmas tree. He was pumping furiously as the ten-second countdown began. We climaxed together as the lights blazed on, leaving our fused bodies visible to the hundred or so people in attendance. Think we made the newspaper?

On the twelfth day of Kissmas, my true love suggested a menage-a-trois. I said sure and proceeded to bring Santa home from the mall. My true love stammered upon seeing the man, but Santa dove in headfirst…literally. He licked me like his Christmas bonus check was up in my coochie. My manly man initially resisted but soon I found myself in a dick sandwich. I sucked and licked one dick while the other pistoned into me from behind. The simultaneous triple cumming left me semi-comatose.

Now, don’t y’all just love Kissmas?

On the Eleventh Day of Kissmas...

My true love begged for a break. So I plied him with orange juice spiked with ginseng and multivitamins. He'll need it for tomorrow...

On the tenth day of Kissmas...Sylvia Hubbard

Sex, Lies and Family Ties
by Sylvia Hubbard

Grae used Ezekiel’s large shirt to wrap around her body when she finally decided to answer nature’s call in the middle of the night. It was four a.m. and she couldn’t ignore her bladder until morning.

Quietly, she walked to the bathroom down the hall, but she heard noise in the great room. Her curiosity was peaked and she decided to see who was in there. Deep down she was hoping she could get more insight on the relationship between Dana and Tyrone. Or at least kill the curiosity that was gnawing at her inside. If Dana were alone, Grae would ask her if she was sleeping with Tyrone.

Covering her gasp as she looked around the corner, keeping her body in the blackness of the hall, Grae saw Dana and Tyrone in the kitchen together. They were naked and Tyrone was holding her on the counter, driving himself up into her as if he hadn’t made love in years. His hard thrusts shook the whole countertop, but Dana
didn’t complain. She reveled in the quaking thrusts immensely, holding onto him tightly for the
ride, orgasming repeatedly and soon he joined her.

SHE WAS SLEEPING WITH JEROME’S BROTHER!

Ezekiel had to have suspected it was true, which was why he called Dana a whore.
Grae was about to go back to her bedroom to try to hold her pee until the morning, until she heard a voice from the couch. Since the back of the couch was facing Grae, she didn’t even know someone had been lying on it.

“When you two are done, I’d like my wife back,” Jerome said in a teasing tone, sitting up.

Dana giggled as Tyrone growled, “She’s my wife too, dammit.”

“Only in Canada.” Jerome stood entirely naked and Dana untwined her body from Tyrone’s as Jerome came over to her to carry her effortlessly back to the couch.

They kissed deeply as if she had not just been with another man seconds ago and Grae watched in pure shock, really unsure if she should be disgusted or strangely aroused at the intimate scene.

Jerome laid her down on the couch and then laid over her. Grae heard Dana moan in titillation as Jerome entered her. He also disappeared for a moment and Dana’s groans of pleasure became louder. Tyrone came over to the couch and Dana reached up and fondled Tyrone’s softened manhood. Jerome was stroking himself inside of her with more momentum.
Tyrone’s manhood thickened soon and somehow Dana’s head came over the arm of the couch as Tyrone lowered his shaft down into her mouth.

Grae rushed quietly back into the bedroom not believing what she had witnessed.

“Are you okay?” Zeke asked, coming awake.

She couldn’t even begin to explain to him why she was upset because she couldn’t even understand what she had just seen. Controlling herself, Grae said in a forced calm voice, “Yes. I just have to pee.”

He sat up, still naked and walked over to her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Ezekiel questioned.

Shaking her head, she collapsed against his body. “She was with both of them!” Grae desperately whispered. “At the same time!”

He just held her close not saying a word.

Looking up at him, she asked, “You knew?”

“It was explained to me by Tyrone in a detailed letter, after I called her a whore.”

“And they accept… each other sharing her?”

“People have their vices. They’re brothers who are madly in love with the same woman. They adjust and live happily. He’s my friend and I’ve never seen him so happy before.” He guided her to a private bathroom inside their room, which Grae had not noticed before. “Are you sleepy?”

“Not anymore.”

“Good. I’ll be in there in a moment.”

She used the bathroom and freshened up before he joined her. After a passionate kiss, he turned the shower on and guided her inside. He kept his back to the water so it wouldn’t get in her hair and they washed each other without washcloths –leaving no inch of skin untouched. Grae could never imagine doing this with any man other than Ezekiel Chambers. If they weren’t
kissing, they were touching. Either way, they were arousing each other until on
Ezekiel’s second time washing her; he fell to her knees and pressed his mouth
against her moins. Every inch of her conscience screamed for her to stop him, but
her body didn’t as he raised a thigh over his broad shoulder and further delved his
wonderful mouth between her womanly folds.

She tasted like sweet white chardonnay warmed to perfection and spilling over
on his lips and running down his chin. He hadn’t meant to go this far, but it was as if
her body was calling him for his touch – his taste – everywhere!

He tried his best to bury his face between her legs, voraciously laving her.

“Zeke!” she cried entwining her fingers in his thick dark hair as her nerves
pulsed as if a powerful electric bolt hit her like Mack truck.

Grae screamed at the top of her lungs not caring if the whole world heard her.

On the ninth day of Kissmas...Lucynda Storey

The Captives Release

Lucynda Storey
Aspen Mountain Press

Blurb:
Women in Talone have freedom of choice in their marriages. Not so for Princess Finola who is being given, against her will to King Lacombe of Hamre. When she flees her lover finds her only for them to run straight into a group of Lacombe’s soldiers.

With her lover, Calder, taken to the dungeons, Finola is held captive and destined to join King Lacombe’s harem. Her situation is made worse by her intense physical fascination to the mysterious, masked stranger commanding the soldiers; a man who can touch but not partake...the man she calls ‘Broadsword.’

He hides the attraction she knows exists between them. Perhaps she can use her allure against him to escape and return to Calder. Then he reveals dark secrets about the man she thought she loved. Who can she trust...Calder or the impossible masked man who ignites passion deep within her? Which man will be responsible for "The Captive's Release"?



Excerpt


Her eyes opened to reveal his silken, yellow tresses framing his tanned
face. His long hair was tied at the nape of his neck, just reaching
his shoulder. She reached toward the thin, leather string that held it
back and released his hair. Among the people, especially mothers, hair
like his was an honor, a desirable gift of physical beauty. If they
could have daughters with hair like his, they would find husbands for
their offspring quickly.



Calder deserved it and every tribute he’d earned over the long years of
unrelenting, unthankful service. Working for her father had come with
a price.



His eye color, too, was held in high regard. She envisioned their
brilliant blue, which marked him as touched by the Goddess. Among her
people, he was the only one to have such eyes. However, none of that
mattered now. Calder was here, with her. The world, her world, would
certainly get better. He would apply reason to the knot her father had
created, thereby releasing her from her invisible prison.


“You’ve no idea how I’ve longed for you to be with me this night.”

“Aye. I think I do. I could not keep my mind from you once the sun
dropped below the horizon. I searched your rooms and when I didn’t find
you, I went to the king. Only I didn’t have to speak to him to know
what your heart told you to do, fair one. He and that buffoon from Hamre
were congratulating themselves on a well-made treaty, with you at the
center of it. I made a hasty departure without speaking to either.”

He lifted her higher into his arms and her flesh tingled in anticipation
of his kiss, his touch.


“Why are you here alone, Princess?”

“If my father would sell me to King Lacombe, no one could know I’d
left. He would find out immediately!” Finola looked into his eyes. “You
understand what this means, do you not?”

“Of course, I do. You’ve run from a possible tyranny worse than that
under which you currently live.”

“You know?” How could Calder know about the workings of Lacombe’s
kingdom?


“Aye, Hamre is ruled by an iron fist. A fist that resounds with the
torture of its citizens for the slightest offense. You are in great
peril. I cannot allow you to go to such a place.”


Finola rubbed her eyes. “What shall we do? I will not be a prize
heifer to be fought over between kings.”

She quieted, and waited for his response. His arms, unbreakable steel
bands, tightened about her. The silence of the forest echoed her
abandonment and betrayal at the hand of her father. “Calder, is there
nothing that can be done?”


“Aye, I can think of a few things. None of them pleasant, I fear.”

“What can be worse than being held in Hamre, as nothing more than
property? Even death is preferable.”


“Let us pray, Princess, that it will not be such an irredeemable
decision.”

“What then? What shall we do?”

His large hand stroked her hair. Longing erupted in her. She nestled
closely against his solid chest as he whispered, “Follow your original
plan?”



"You know my plan?”


“From appearances it seems you have no plan other than escape. My
darling, you have simply run away, with no plan at all. In that, I can aid
you.”


Finola sighed. Calder knew her well. He’d always been able to see
into her mind, from the time they’d been children, playing games of
strategy forbidden to women. She snuggled into him closer. “Why can’t my
father choose you for my husband?”


You know good and well her mind screamed. He has no wealth, no
elevated position of noble power. He was nothing more than a child captive,
given to an elevated commoner, the palace blacksmith, without a son of
his own.

Abruptly, she halted the discussion, before he could reply. “Let us
talk on this no further. I simply wish to be here, in your arms. The
morrow will take care of itself. We must be careful to make the most of
the moments we have together.” She wrapped an arm about his neck, and
pulled his head closer to hers. “Kiss me.”

Behind him, Finola heard the pop of an ember. In the dark, the noise
was loud and threatening. But Calder was here, her Calder. Closing her
eyes, she gave herself up to the sensation of his rough lips on hers.
She ran her tongue over the dry edges, moistening them before she
delved into his mouth. He tasted of tepid, tart wine and reminded her of
picnics in the summer sun.

His response to her wasn’t long in coming. “Is this what you wish
tonight, my Princess?”

Roaming the broad expanse of his chest with a free hand she searched
for the tiny peaks she loved to torment. Slowly, she stroked a nub
through the rough material he wore when he was on the road, ignoring his
question. “How was your trip?”

“You know,” he gasped, “I cannot reply to your questions intelligently
when you abuse me so.”

Slowly, she pulled up his tunic and allowed her hands to stroke the
warm skin underneath. “Love me.”

“A request or a command, my princess?”


"Both. I need you to touch me, as no other has.”


Calder laughed. “I should hope not. I would be forced to remove the
hands from the body of such a culprit.”

With agonizing slowness, he untied the cotton strings of her bodice,
releasing her breasts. They pebbled in the cool night air and she
anxiously awaited the feel of his mouth on her.

Calder had taught her much about being a woman. He’d pleasured her
often without compromising her honor, making sure their mutual
satisfaction did not come at the cost of her maidenhead. Oh that she’d given
herself to him long months back, that she was married to him, that she
carried his child in her womb. Then she wouldn’t have to be concerned
about being sold to the highest bidder or keeping an imaginary political
peace.

“Do not delay, my love. I grow desperate.”


His mouth conquered hers, forcing her to give up her assault on his
lips while one of his hands cupped her breast, and toyed with the already
hardened nipple. “I am happy to serve my Princess without hesitation.”

His whispered words sent chills through her. She moistened between
her thighs as she anticipated the sensations yet to come.


Tweaking his nipple, she responded, “As you should be. What other man
would dare to place his mouth where you have?” She leaned back in his
arms, giving him fuller access to her breasts.

“No other will dare and not pay the price,” Calder growled low in her
ear.

Even as delightful shivers ran down her arms, she wondered at his
words. How could he prevent Lacombe from touching her? She reached for the
string on his breeches and loosened them. Beneath the heavy cloth,
she could feel his maleness, hard and ready for her touch.


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On the eighth day of Kissmas...Sydney Molare'

Her Wildest Fantasy
Sydney Molare

Satisfy Me Anthology
Kensington Books
2007


My heart was thumping and my mind jumping all over the place. I’d never had two men sex me down at one time. Yeah, it’d always been my fantasy but the reality is something I hadn’t planned because I never believed I could find two men that I enjoyed that would be willing participants. Sharing pussy isn’t one of their strong suits.

My hands were sweaty as I unlocked the door.

Felix and Tommy never said a word. In fact, they never even looked at the other. Each time I peeped them, they were staring only at me. I ushered them in with little fanfare.

Showtime!

I took a deep breath then cleared my throat. “Why don’t I freshen up and we go from there,” I suggested.

“Cool,” was Felix’s reply. Tommy answered moments later with, “Fine.”

I strode into the bedroom on shaky legs. I stripped out of my clothes and let the massage jets steam up the bathroom before I entered the shower. I washed myself slowly, trying to plot my strategy.

Both at once or one at a time?

One at a time would be business as usual. Shoot, since I didn’t know when I‘d even get another shot at some double dick action like this, I decided to go for the gusto—both in me at the same time in whatever fashion we wished…Video style.

Suddenly, the shower curtain was drawn back. Felix’s golden body stood on the other side, naked and aroused. His cock was throbbing and a drop of precum was present on the tip. He stepped inside, pulled me close. My breasts mashed into his massive chest as his tongue raped and pillaged mine. He’s never kissed like this before! I thought as he swirled and twirled with abandon.

His hands grabbed my cheeks and spread them allowing the pulsating massage jets to tickle my anus. It was unique and pleasurable. My pussy juice multiplied rapidly. He pressed me against the wall; began sucking my nipples. The sensation was felt from my clit to where his lips were clamped on my breasts. I sighed.

The curtain was pulled back again. I opened my eyes to see Tommy’s dark body step into the tub. Felix never stopped his suckling as Tommy shifted behind me. Tommy’s lips sucked along my earlobe, my neck, my back while his hands plunged into my bush, stroking, pulling, pushing inside of me, forcing me to respond. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I was on fire!

Felix moved lower, stopping momentarily to lick my belly button, until he was eye level with my clit. Tommy splayed me open wide for Felix. Felix’s tongue caressed my outer lips, inner lips, then pierced my love hole. I moaned as his thick mouth dick lapped at my juices. Tommy stroked my pelvis, pulled my nipples taut as Felix fed on my lubricant. I undulated against the hard dick at my ass and mouth at my pussy.

Tommy’s dick slid between my ass cheeks and throbbed. He blew in my ear; whispered, “I plan to fuck you like nobody’s business tonight.” I moaned and wiggled harder. He humped my ass, balls brushed my cheeks. I writhed in ecstasy, dislodged Felix’s head from my pussy. When Tommy inserted a finger into my anus, I screamed as the needle pinpricks flowed upwards and exploded at my clit…

On the seventh day of Kissmas...Blythe Phillips

Christmas Lights Through Tears

by Blythe Phillips

The holidays were never a good time for Victoria. She didn’t have any family and since she aged out of the foster care system she worked hard to create a life for herself on her own. She sat on a bench in a busy outdoor shopping center and watched the people rushing around with their presents. Victoria didn’t have anyone that needed a present in her life so she enjoyed her hot coffee and watched the holiday drama as it played out in front of her. She thought back to the holidays when she was a child. Instead of the excitement of Christmas morning she always found herself looking at the decorative lights through tears. She wanted a real family but it just never happened for her.

She finished her coffee and walked through the park to go home to her empty apartment. She moved to this town just a few weeks ago so the few friends she did have were hundreds of miles away. The loneliness weighed on her and as she walked huge snowflakes started to fall. They were beautiful and simple. It made her smile as they landed on her lashes and in her hair. At least Mother Nature was kind enough to say hello. Suddenly she hear someone yelling, “Sam! Come here girl!” The next thing she knew a small puppy was jumping up on her legs begging for attention. A man was running after her with a broken leash and looked completely exhausted. Victoria knelt down to pet the small dog.

“I’m so sorry, she just got away from me” He said. He bent slightly and put his hands on his knees.

“It’s ok, I love dogs.” She stood stuck her hand out.”I’m Victoria.”

“Jeremy. It’s nice to meet you.” He shook her hand and she could feel his warmth through her glove.

“Well I better get going. Glad I could catch Sam for you.” She said with a smile.

They stood there for just a moment too long as the snow fell around them. He had dark hair, and eyes that were so dark they were almost black. He had to be at least a foot taller than she was and from the way his coat hung on his body he was muscular with a wide chest and shoulders. He looked so good she had a moment where she couldn’t come up with any words. Then she looked up and saw the crooked smile on his face as he realized that she had been starting just a little too long. She felt her face go red as she blushed.

“I should go…” She stammered out and started to walk away.

She reached the end of the path where it turned up to the stone steps leading to the street when she heard him behind her.

“Victoria! Wait!” He caught up with her carrying Sam. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Just headed home for some dinner.” She said.

“Come to dinner with me. Please. I promise I’m not a crazy stalker. How could someone crazy have such a cute dog?”

She watched the squirming puppy in his arms and then looked up into those eyes again. They made her melt every time she glanced at him.

“Ok, dinner sounds nice.” She said, “But if you do turn out to be a crazy stalker I’m not going to be happy.”

She smiled and his heart stopped. She was beautiful. She had thick, wavy, red hair and the most brilliant green eyes he had ever seen. Her skin was pale and she looked delicate despite the fact she was clearly a full grown woman.

“Let me get Sam home and I’ll meet you right here in ten minutes.”

“I’ll be here. I was planning on spending the holiday on my own anyway.” She said.

“Great,” she thought, “nothing men like more than a desperate woman.”

He started to walk away, put Sam back on her leash, and then turned around and came back to her. She looked up at him and he bent down to give her the softest kiss, brushing his lips across hers. She thought her knees would buckle with the sweet intensity of his lips on hers and she reached her arms up around his shoulders to pull him closer. He moaned softly and deepened the kiss, his tongue gently sliding against hers. His body was pressed tightly against her and the snow continued to fall around them. As he kissed her Victoria realized this was the most romantic moment of her life and tried to take in every sensation so she would always remember it. His arms came around her waist and held her to him.

“God, you taste so good.” He whispered against her lips. “I couldn’t walk away and give up the chance to do this.” He felt her shiver and realized she was probably freezing.

“My apartment is right here. Come up with me and get warm while I feed Sam and then we can go out.” He bent to rub the dog’s ears and Sam’s tail wagged enthusiastically.

“Ok.” She still felt lightheaded and liquid from the intensity of his kiss and she followed him to the building right across the street. His apartment was on the second floor and as he opened the door she could clearly see that a man lived there. While it was clean, and looked comfortable, there were no pictures, no knick-knacks, in fact there wasn’t much but the huge TV in the corner. She smiled thinking that all men loved their toys. The one thing that made the room seem like a home was the beautiful Christmas tree.

Jeremy stepped back into the room and looked at her for a moment. Then with two large strides he crossed the room and took her face into his hand as his lips gently brushed hers again. She moaned and began to unbutton his coat and as he shrugged it off she could feel his muscles rippling under her hands. A few moments later her coat was also on the floor and they were on the couch kissing desperately. The attraction was so intense it was undeniable. He kissed her as if she was the only thing in his world.

“I can’t believe you were going to spend the holidays alone.” He whispered against her cheek. “I don’t think that will happen now.” His fingers trailed down her neck and she shivered under his touch.

She snuggled against the warm strength of his body and sighed. She was comfortable and felt safe against his powerful body. As she looked at his Christmas tree she realized this would be the first Christmas that she wouldn’t have to look at the brilliant holiday lights through her tears.