Christmas Eve night and nothing stirred in the house - except Marianne! The pretty young housewife and mother just couldn't sleep. She and her husband had done the Santa thing and hit the sack but he had been snoring for hours and she just couldn't get off. Then a noise alerted her to the possibility of burglars. Unable to wake her husband, she tiptoed out herself... to be confronted by a very authentic Santa! We wasn't there just to leave presents for the kids though. Oh no, he had come for his own Christmas present - Marianne! Extract: Santa was now stood right inside her personal space and Marianne felt herself brush against the fur of the front of his coat. “Don’t worry about your family, they won’t wake,” he told her. “Every Christmas Eve my elves select a woman for me,” he explained. His gloved hand came up to cup her chin and raised her face towards his. “I have to say, they’ve chosen rather well.” His mouth closed on Marianne’s and she subconsciously parted her lips in response. The naïve housewife’s mind was now in turmoil. Fiercely faithful to her one and only love, she had never so much as hugged another man other than her dad and brother and here she was, willingly having her mouth probed by the tongue of a bearded myth. He broke off to let her breathe for a moment and she said the only thing she could think of. “But what about Mrs. Christmas…?” “You don’t believe that story do you?” Santa smiled. “This year, you’re Mrs. Christmas!” His mouth closed back over Marianne’s and his gloved hand found her chest.

Nicky had everything going for money, looks, health, intelligence, etc. Apart from one thing that was. There was no man in her life! Still, she looked forward to her annual trip to Santa’s Grotto with her beloved nephew. This year was going to be different though, the grotto was so magical. So real! After little Jay had had a wonderful time with Santa, Nicky got a special invitation. Santa’s grotto was opening for adults that evening. Or at least for selected adults! Nicky was curious enough to go along, unaware her life was about to change for good! Nicky looked askance at the red faced man, suddenly suspicious. “What am I doing here?” The insane chuckling started again. “Why you’ve come to see me, like a good girl.” He licked his lips in a clearly perverted way that for any other old man would have been decidedly creepy before adding. “You’re my snow angel, my Miss Christmas, my Christmas present!” Every instinct now told Nicky to run but her feet seemed glued to the floor and her curiosity made her determined to see this thing through, whatever it was. Besides, she was hardly in any danger. She knew exactly what rape looked like and the idea of being ravaged by Father Christmas and his elves in the middle of Selby’s toy department was so ridiculous, she almost burst out laughing at the idea. She took a breath. “Why on earth are you calling me your Christmas present?” “Take a look,” roared Santa, pointing towards a full length mirror to his right hand side. Nicky found herself walking across and when she saw her reflection, she almost fell over in shock. Her beautiful, expensive blouse had disappeared, along with the rest of her clothes. Instead, she was dressed like some sort of Christmas stripper. She was now wearing a pretty red bra with white furry trim across the top and a tiny matching thong. Red hold up stockings with mistletoe across the tops were a perfect complement, as was the fur hat with a scarf that framed her tits. Other than some funny little gauntlets, the rest of her body was completely naked and her toned, tanned abs stood out in stark contrast to the snow white fur, as did her black hair and green eyes. Nicky couldn’t take her eyes off her own body. The effect was just stunning. A small hand slipped into her own and tugged downwards. “Time to sit on Santa’s lap,” a little voice squeaked. Nicky found herself being led across to the throne.

A pretty, innocent young wife left on her own over the Xmas period. What is she to do? Then the presents start arriving; one for each of the twelve days running up to Christmas and each one more and more arousing. Harriet is aroused and corrupted; each gift leading her further down a path she’s unlikely to return from… a path that leads to some sort of climax on Christmas Day! The postal wrapping came straight off to reveal delightful Christmas paper. Not wrapped by Lee, that was for sure! She guessed the shop had done it. There was a printed note in the top left corner. Open Now! Oh Well! She could hardly disobey her husband! It was a baby doll negligee in an amazing fabric in blood red. It was soft, slinky and lacy all at once and looked like it would be very revealing. It was not the sort of thing she normally wore but she couldn’t resist it. Her robe and nightie came off and the baby doll went on in front of the mirror. The effect was amazing. Harriet’s soft blonde hair cascaded across her slim shoulders and her deep blue eyes shone with energy. She looked down in very much the same way the postman had a few minutes earlier and was astonished by what she saw. She knew of course that she was a very attractive woman but this negligee set her natural assets off quite remarkably. She looked… just horny! Her hands came up to caress the material and she shivered at her own touch. She closed those beautiful eyes and her head filled with the horniest of images. She staggered to her bed and threw herself on to her back as her thighs parted. For a free sample scroll up and click ‘look inside!’