Viagra Saves Christmas. Night After Christmas. Tranny Trouble new! Sucking Santa I know it's probably terrible of me, but I've always had kind of a thing for Santa Claus.
She watched from a distance as the final shoppers were herded back out through the shopping mall doors, into the dim evening light of the frosty high street. She never had a hope of resisting. Dizzy with excitement, her eyes eagerly sought him out once again. At first because it had the best value shops for Christmas shopping, then as time went on, because of Santa. Excitement had overcome fear, and now here she was.
It really happened to me a few years ago, on Christmas Eve. It was when I was single and depressed. Depressed because I was single on Christmas I had just finished painting my toe nails, alternating each toe, red and green in an attempt to be festive. Ridiculous, I know, but it was cheering me up or maybe the Eggnog, that was one part nog, three parts rum, was cheering me up. I mean there I was spending Christmas Eve alone.
Introduction: This is a "Challenge Story" given to me by my friend Poppet. She sent me the cover pic and challenged me to make a story around it! Although Christmas has passed, I wanted to let all my readers see how I accepted this challenge!