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Love the imagination and the possibilities!
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kristaswallows
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thanks teech
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Dec 1, time for a Christmas scene, but one that will last through the new year. Department store Santa hits the strip club maybe, finds a girl to sit in his lap and tell him she's been naughty. They're both of them doing what they have to to survive, and maybe neither one is very happy about it. Very sordid and a little sad...
And then, something magical. I have no idea what. Maybe they fall in love. Maybe she wins the lottery and decides fucking Santa was what gave her the luck, so she shares her winnings with him.
Christmas Fantasy #2
Jerry in IT is the guy everyone wants to avoid. It's not just the funny smell or the awful jokes, but it's the sense you get that he rarely sees the sun, that he lives in a basement. When Krista draws his name for secret Santa, she thinks she's got the worst luck in the world. But she's not the sort to do a bad job, and she thinks maybe with a little help, he could improve. She gives him a nice sweater, a little sampler of cologne, a gift certificate to a good barber, etc.
In 10 years at the company, it's the first time anyone's been even that nice to Jerry, and he's touched. When he finds out Krista is the one, he decides to help her out. When her rival tries to take her down by hacking her phone and spreading some personal pics around, he catches the guy at it and burns him down (electronically, of course) so that Krista gets the promotion, or whatever.
When he shows up at the Christmas party with a clean shave and a nice haircut, dressed well (for once) and not smelling of mildew, people hardly recognize him. He's actually cute, and kind of funny in a strange way, and when Krista spots him under the mistletoe, she kisses him. And it goes from there.
And then, something magical. I have no idea what. Maybe they fall in love. Maybe she wins the lottery and decides fucking Santa was what gave her the luck, so she shares her winnings with him.
Christmas Fantasy #2
Jerry in IT is the guy everyone wants to avoid. It's not just the funny smell or the awful jokes, but it's the sense you get that he rarely sees the sun, that he lives in a basement. When Krista draws his name for secret Santa, she thinks she's got the worst luck in the world. But she's not the sort to do a bad job, and she thinks maybe with a little help, he could improve. She gives him a nice sweater, a little sampler of cologne, a gift certificate to a good barber, etc.
In 10 years at the company, it's the first time anyone's been even that nice to Jerry, and he's touched. When he finds out Krista is the one, he decides to help her out. When her rival tries to take her down by hacking her phone and spreading some personal pics around, he catches the guy at it and burns him down (electronically, of course) so that Krista gets the promotion, or whatever.
When he shows up at the Christmas party with a clean shave and a nice haircut, dressed well (for once) and not smelling of mildew, people hardly recognize him. He's actually cute, and kind of funny in a strange way, and when Krista spots him under the mistletoe, she kisses him. And it goes from there.
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She's got no family she cares to think about, and the holidays are a miserable time for a stripper. When department store Santa comes in, looking just as miserable as she is, they get talking. She feels a little cheered up, and gives him a free lapdance before the boss starts giving her the eye. 'Santa' gives her his number, knowing that there's not a snowball's chance in hell that she'll actually call him, but to his surprise, she calls. Maybe she's got a Santa fantasy, or maybe she's lonely as hell, or probably both.
They spend time together, and finally have a little Christmas eve celebration. When Christmas morning comes... I'm still stuck on making it magical.
BurningMonkey
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I think the fact that they find each other is magical enough, don't you think?
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I think it could. It really depends on how finding each other changes their lives.
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I'm laying out by the pool, the sun beating down, making me fall asleep in the sun in my skimpy bikini.
Am I dreaming? Or are there really a group of hung men standing around me? I sit up, and the first one is sliding his cock in my mouth before I can even say a word. It tastes so good, I can't stop. I don't care who they are. This is just a dream, I tell myself, as the first one pulls out of my mouth and spurts his cum on my face. The others cheer him on and I'm whimpering with excitement. Hands find the ties on my bikini as I get up on my knees, reaching up, taking a cock in each hand and a third in my mouth. God, they're all ready. They're leaking precum and I'm doing my best to lap up every drop from six different cocks, and all it takes is a few strokes in my mouth before the next one is creaming my big, round breasts.
I turn my head and open my mouth for the next one...
I wake up, and look up the neighbor, some old creep I've barely spoken to the whole time I was growing up here, but he's so big and I'm so wet that I lift my hips up to let him slide my jeans down. He rubs his cock between my pussy lips and tells me what a whore I am. He tells me he watched me sucking off all those men. Was I dreaming?
I wake up on my hands and knees with a huge cock ramming me from behind, making me gag and choke on the cock in my mouth. I have no idea who they are, but they're laughing at me. Then I hear a voice I know.
"I can go next, right? You guys promised I could have her when you were done" It's that fat kid with the glasses who asked me to prom. I laughed in his face and called him a loser in front of the whole school.
I wake up to the blast of an air horn. It's past midnight, and I'm driving with the top down and my skirt is around my waist. My hand is down my panties and there's a huge tractor trailer truck in the lane next to me. I put my foot down and pull ahead, putting on my turn signal as I head for the Rest Area exit ramp. I look back and see the truck following me.
Am I dreaming? Or are there really a group of hung men standing around me? I sit up, and the first one is sliding his cock in my mouth before I can even say a word. It tastes so good, I can't stop. I don't care who they are. This is just a dream, I tell myself, as the first one pulls out of my mouth and spurts his cum on my face. The others cheer him on and I'm whimpering with excitement. Hands find the ties on my bikini as I get up on my knees, reaching up, taking a cock in each hand and a third in my mouth. God, they're all ready. They're leaking precum and I'm doing my best to lap up every drop from six different cocks, and all it takes is a few strokes in my mouth before the next one is creaming my big, round breasts.
I turn my head and open my mouth for the next one...
I wake up, and look up the neighbor, some old creep I've barely spoken to the whole time I was growing up here, but he's so big and I'm so wet that I lift my hips up to let him slide my jeans down. He rubs his cock between my pussy lips and tells me what a whore I am. He tells me he watched me sucking off all those men. Was I dreaming?
I wake up on my hands and knees with a huge cock ramming me from behind, making me gag and choke on the cock in my mouth. I have no idea who they are, but they're laughing at me. Then I hear a voice I know.
"I can go next, right? You guys promised I could have her when you were done" It's that fat kid with the glasses who asked me to prom. I laughed in his face and called him a loser in front of the whole school.
I wake up to the blast of an air horn. It's past midnight, and I'm driving with the top down and my skirt is around my waist. My hand is down my panties and there's a huge tractor trailer truck in the lane next to me. I put my foot down and pull ahead, putting on my turn signal as I head for the Rest Area exit ramp. I look back and see the truck following me.
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I have to say, I do find the above scenario intriguing. Is this some sort of Inception-like world, where the protagonist is constantly sliding back and forth between levels of dreams? In this case, perhaps she's unconsciously exploring her own eroticism, and each scene prompts her into a new scenario, and there are ideas in her mind she's never acknowledged consciously.
Or is it that she's fully awake, and perhaps she's been affected and drugged? She keeps waking up to find herself unbelievable aroused in a bevy of erotic scenarios. Is this an ostensibly well behaved girl who has had all of her inhibitions released?
Just paying some appreciation and offering commentary. I'm keeping myself amused, so pardon my interruption.
Smiles politely.
Or is it that she's fully awake, and perhaps she's been affected and drugged? She keeps waking up to find herself unbelievable aroused in a bevy of erotic scenarios. Is this an ostensibly well behaved girl who has had all of her inhibitions released?
Just paying some appreciation and offering commentary. I'm keeping myself amused, so pardon my interruption.
Smiles politely.
