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lmer, gentler Caleb asked.Big eyes that looked brown and warm in the weak light. Dark hair peeked out from under his furry hat and tumbled over his forehead. He was tall and broad without being intimidating. Just a humongous Kris Kringle with a crooked grin. I blinked as snowflakes caught up in my lashes, hindering my view. I swatted at them and caught my eye wrong. “Ow, shit. I’m fine. Fine. Go play Santa, and I’ll pay for the cleaning of your, um, suit. And that, yeah, that rip right there.” I pointed to a torn section of his pants.“No worries. I found this at the Good Will. Five bucks. No need to pay for anything.” He ran his thumb just below the painful part of my eye and shook his head, tsking softly. “You have a hell of a tackle and a knee straight from hell, but you sure do bruise easy, Abby. Abby, right?”I nodded and swallowed the weird girly sound that was pushing up in my throat. I was cold and wet and mortified, but the feel of his finger stroking over my cold, sore skin was heaven. Even I couldn’t ignore that. “Yes, nice to meet you Mr. um Caleb.”He leaned in so close I could smell peppermint on his breath. “Call me Santa. And you are a very naughty girl. You shouldn’t take down the big man.” When he said “big man,” he winked. My body did an all over shiver, and I was suddenly too warm even standing in the snow and the wind in my pajamas.
“So, so, sorry,” I whispered.“Caleb?” Molly called again. She was so quiet I could only assume Sabrina was asleep or nearly asleep.“I’d better go.” He looked reluctant and damn him, still very amused.I touched my hair. God! A mess of a topknot. Literally a tangle of honey blond and faded red left over from summer. Big boots, pajamas, no makeup, and a rabid disposition. No wonder he was amused.“Yes, you go. And again, I’m really very, very sorry for um jumping on you and tearing your costume and” I let my words taper off, too horrified to continue.He brushed his fingers over my face one more time, and my nipples peaked even as a demanding heat flooded my pussy. “You’d better get some ice on that,” he said softly and then ran his fingers over my lips for a split second.My knees went a little saggy, and I bit my tongue to snap myself out of it. “I will.”Then he turned toward the house and was gone. His sack on his back and his ripped pants flapping in the wind.I had accosted Santa.“Right. Let’s try this again,” I grumbled. I put the fettuccini in the microwave and zapped it. The ice making my face hurt worse, but I knew it would help. I gulped wine and waited for what should have been my peaceful, sinful Christmas Eve dinner to reheat.It was good but not as good as fresh. Luigi does it up right with lots of cream and parmesan and herbs. I twirled pasta and shoved it into my mouth because I was starving. Abusing strange men in the backyard worked up an appetite, apparently.
“Especially since you slammed me a good one. So good my eyes watered.”“Sorry, sorry,” I murmured. But I was really focused on .Also allows for a secondary function. Fans of temperature play can opt for a chilled insertion by loading the shaft with water, popping the plug in and sitting the dildo upright in the freezer for a couple of hours.A novelty light-up dildo made from silicone that can also chill your bones? Awesome!Featured in this blog post: Silicone Dildos is the best sex toys for women?.
“Good, good, good,” I chanted to myself and swigged a bit more wine. The second bite promptly scorched the roof of my mouth, and I was swigging wine like a drunkard to cool the burn.Then I inhaled when I should have exhaled and I was coughing, bubbling wine and pasta all over. “Damn!”The doorbell rang. I dropped the ice from my face, swiped my chin with a napkin, and ran to the door. I put my bad eye to the peephole without thinking and let out a pained gargle as the swollen skin pressed to the wood.“You okay?” came a voice.I stilled. Was it? No way. It could not be. The universe was not that cruel. I put my good eye to the hole and groaned. Yes, yes it was. The universe was indeed that cruel. “Can I help you?” I half-yelled.“Can I come in?”Shit, shit, shit. My heart was a chaotic beat, and I surveyed the splatter of wine on my pajamas. The wino look. I was a mess. More of a mess when he saw me in actual light instead of a snowy twilight glow. Did I have to open the door? Did I owe him that for attempting to take him down like a bad guy?“Hello?”I put my head against the door and sighed. “Hold on!”I took a few deep breaths and opened the door. God. He was better looking when he was upright and not writhing in pain. “Hi, there. If you came to scold me, I know. I’m really sorry. And—” I stepped back and he filled my doorway. My mind flashed to the feel of him under me. Long and big and hard. All man. Warm in the freezing night. Smelling of peppermint and evergreen and cold air. Easy going considering how quickly he flipped his concern from his injured penis to me and my eye.I lost my train of thought. Stared at him. He stared back. Pleasantly, patiently. Waiting.“And?”“What?” His eyes were brown with flecks of green. He was huge. He was looming over me. He was probably seeing the spattering of wine on my ridiculous pajamas. I touched my hair nervously, and he caught my hand and my attention.“You said, and. That usually means you have more to say.” He touched my eye softly, and I winced. “And I thought I told you to put ice on it.”“I did but then I—”“You?” He grinned and it went straight to the V between my legs. I clenched my thighs, and a pulse started to beat in my pussy. Was it wrong to climb on Santa and kiss him until the New Year came?“God. I really can string a sentence together.” I took a deep breath and shut my eyes. There. That was better. Much easier to think clearly when I wasn’t actually looking at him. “Okay. I had ice on and it hurts like a bitch, let me tell you.”Caleb made a soft sound like, “Mm-hmm.”“And then I was eating my pasta. It had gotten cold, and it burned my mouth because I forgot to stir it.” He touched my hair and I sucked in a great breath. Easy, Abby. Prove you’re not brain dead. “So, I took a swig of wine and had too much in my mouth, and I choked and then you came.”I opened my eyes and he was a fraction of an inch from my face. “You smelled like cinnamon out in the snow,” he said. His breath puffed over my mouth like an invisible kiss. I tried not to groan, and I barely managed. Instead I sighed like a love-struck teenager. “I’m sorry you choked. And thanks for watching out for Molly and Sabrina.”
I was nodding at him and nodding at him and nodding at him, completely caught up in the warm brown stubble beginning to peek through his skin, his full bottom lip, and his slightly crooked front teeth. My heart beat faster. And how his hair curled over his one eyebrow. Without thinking, I reached up and pushed the lock away. He caught my hand and grinned.I had caved. I had touched him first.Then that mouth was on me, and his hands grabbed around my waist with a fierce kind of strength that would have scared me had I not caught a glimpse of his true nature. “Hope it’s okay that I kiss you. I figure it’s better than tackling you,” he said against my throat.A crazy hooting laughter escaped me, and I felt the blush stain my cheeks. “Yes, kiss me please. More, I mean.” What the hell. It could be my Christmas gift to myself. Satisfaction.His lips slid over mine gently and then rougher. He nipped my lower lip and cupped my bottom in my flannel PJs. “I knew I was in trouble when I could remember what you smelled like,” he said, kissing over my clavicle. This is our sex toys
lmer, gentler Caleb asked.Big eyes that looked brown and warm in the weak light. Dark hair peeked out from under his furry hat and tumbled over his forehead. He was tall and broad without being intimidating. Just a humongous Kris Kringle with a crooked grin. I blinked as snowflakes caught up in my lashes, hindering my view. I swatted at them and caught my eye wrong. “Ow, shit. I’m fine. Fine. Go play Santa, and I’ll pay for the cleaning of your, um, suit. And that, yeah, that rip right there.” I pointed to a torn section of his pants.“No worries. I found this at the Good Will. Five bucks. No need to pay for anything.” He ran his thumb just below the painful part of my eye and shook his head, tsking softly. “You have a hell of a tackle and a knee straight from hell, but you sure do bruise easy, Abby. Abby, right?”I nodded and swallowed the weird girly sound that was pushing up in my throat. I was cold and wet and mortified, but the feel of his finger stroking over my cold, sore skin was heaven. Even I couldn’t ignore that. “Yes, nice to meet you Mr. um Caleb.”He leaned in so close I could smell peppermint on his breath. “Call me Santa. And you are a very naughty girl. You shouldn’t take down the big man.” When he said “big man,” he winked. My body did an all over shiver, and I was suddenly too warm even standing in the snow and the wind in my pajamas.
“So, so, sorry,” I whispered.“Caleb?” Molly called again. She was so quiet I could only assume Sabrina was asleep or nearly asleep.“I’d better go.” He looked reluctant and damn him, still very amused.I touched my hair. God! A mess of a topknot. Literally a tangle of honey blond and faded red left over from summer. Big boots, pajamas, no makeup, and a rabid disposition. No wonder he was amused.“Yes, you go. And again, I’m really very, very sorry for um jumping on you and tearing your costume and” I let my words taper off, too horrified to continue.He brushed his fingers over my face one more time, and my nipples peaked even as a demanding heat flooded my pussy. “You’d better get some ice on that,” he said softly and then ran his fingers over my lips for a split second.My knees went a little saggy, and I bit my tongue to snap myself out of it. “I will.”Then he turned toward the house and was gone. His sack on his back and his ripped pants flapping in the wind.I had accosted Santa.“Right. Let’s try this again,” I grumbled. I put the fettuccini in the microwave and zapped it. The ice making my face hurt worse, but I knew it would help. I gulped wine and waited for what should have been my peaceful, sinful Christmas Eve dinner to reheat.It was good but not as good as fresh. Luigi does it up right with lots of cream and parmesan and herbs. I twirled pasta and shoved it into my mouth because I was starving. Abusing strange men in the backyard worked up an appetite, apparently.
“Especially since you slammed me a good one. So good my eyes watered.”“Sorry, sorry,” I murmured. But I was really focused on .Also allows for a secondary function. Fans of temperature play can opt for a chilled insertion by loading the shaft with water, popping the plug in and sitting the dildo upright in the freezer for a couple of hours.A novelty light-up dildo made from silicone that can also chill your bones? Awesome!Featured in this blog post: Silicone Dildos is the best sex toys for women?.
“Good, good, good,” I chanted to myself and swigged a bit more wine. The second bite promptly scorched the roof of my mouth, and I was swigging wine like a drunkard to cool the burn.Then I inhaled when I should have exhaled and I was coughing, bubbling wine and pasta all over. “Damn!”The doorbell rang. I dropped the ice from my face, swiped my chin with a napkin, and ran to the door. I put my bad eye to the peephole without thinking and let out a pained gargle as the swollen skin pressed to the wood.“You okay?” came a voice.I stilled. Was it? No way. It could not be. The universe was not that cruel. I put my good eye to the hole and groaned. Yes, yes it was. The universe was indeed that cruel. “Can I help you?” I half-yelled.“Can I come in?”Shit, shit, shit. My heart was a chaotic beat, and I surveyed the splatter of wine on my pajamas. The wino look. I was a mess. More of a mess when he saw me in actual light instead of a snowy twilight glow. Did I have to open the door? Did I owe him that for attempting to take him down like a bad guy?“Hello?”I put my head against the door and sighed. “Hold on!”I took a few deep breaths and opened the door. God. He was better looking when he was upright and not writhing in pain. “Hi, there. If you came to scold me, I know. I’m really sorry. And—” I stepped back and he filled my doorway. My mind flashed to the feel of him under me. Long and big and hard. All man. Warm in the freezing night. Smelling of peppermint and evergreen and cold air. Easy going considering how quickly he flipped his concern from his injured penis to me and my eye.I lost my train of thought. Stared at him. He stared back. Pleasantly, patiently. Waiting.“And?”“What?” His eyes were brown with flecks of green. He was huge. He was looming over me. He was probably seeing the spattering of wine on my ridiculous pajamas. I touched my hair nervously, and he caught my hand and my attention.“You said, and. That usually means you have more to say.” He touched my eye softly, and I winced. “And I thought I told you to put ice on it.”“I did but then I—”“You?” He grinned and it went straight to the V between my legs. I clenched my thighs, and a pulse started to beat in my pussy. Was it wrong to climb on Santa and kiss him until the New Year came?“God. I really can string a sentence together.” I took a deep breath and shut my eyes. There. That was better. Much easier to think clearly when I wasn’t actually looking at him. “Okay. I had ice on and it hurts like a bitch, let me tell you.”Caleb made a soft sound like, “Mm-hmm.”“And then I was eating my pasta. It had gotten cold, and it burned my mouth because I forgot to stir it.” He touched my hair and I sucked in a great breath. Easy, Abby. Prove you’re not brain dead. “So, I took a swig of wine and had too much in my mouth, and I choked and then you came.”I opened my eyes and he was a fraction of an inch from my face. “You smelled like cinnamon out in the snow,” he said. His breath puffed over my mouth like an invisible kiss. I tried not to groan, and I barely managed. Instead I sighed like a love-struck teenager. “I’m sorry you choked. And thanks for watching out for Molly and Sabrina.”
I was nodding at him and nodding at him and nodding at him, completely caught up in the warm brown stubble beginning to peek through his skin, his full bottom lip, and his slightly crooked front teeth. My heart beat faster. And how his hair curled over his one eyebrow. Without thinking, I reached up and pushed the lock away. He caught my hand and grinned.I had caved. I had touched him first.Then that mouth was on me, and his hands grabbed around my waist with a fierce kind of strength that would have scared me had I not caught a glimpse of his true nature. “Hope it’s okay that I kiss you. I figure it’s better than tackling you,” he said against my throat.A crazy hooting laughter escaped me, and I felt the blush stain my cheeks. “Yes, kiss me please. More, I mean.” What the hell. It could be my Christmas gift to myself. Satisfaction.His lips slid over mine gently and then rougher. He nipped my lower lip and cupped my bottom in my flannel PJs. “I knew I was in trouble when I could remember what you smelled like,” he said, kissing over my clavicle. This is our sex toys