Page 21 of Santa's Dark Secret
Seeing you disappear into thin air and waiting for something I don’t know will ever come has killed me. I can’t lie to you, Nick. I think my heart broke when you left.
So that’s all I’m wishing for this month, just to get to know you better. To know the real you. I don’t want you to hold anything back.
I’m sorry, you were probably hoping for some raunchy wish to come through so you could spend the rest of the month jerking off to my words. My bad. I promise, I’ll do better next month. I hope.
Maybe it’s my fault. I’ve alienated myself from the world, I still hate my job, and I have no friends. I can’t talk to anybody about you. Hell, I’m starting to wonder if my mom was right all those years ago. Are you just a figment of my imagination? Was last Christmas nothing more than a wild dream?
Sorry.
Yours always,
A Girl Terrified of Breaking Her Own Heart
AUGUST
To My Dearest Master Baitor,
Okay. I know you said something about being a creepy Santa Stalker, but just how far does that go? Have you been checking in on me, or are these letters enough to keep your raging erection at bay? I suppose life has been hard. (Just as I assume you’ve been all year.)
Tell me, Santa, do you still picture me from that night? Think about the way you spread me apart and ravaged me? I do. Every moment of every day. I hardly get anything done.
I don’t know how much longer I can wait. Not getting to be with you right now is killing me. Not to mention, at this point,I’m pretty sure I’m writing these letters to a figment of my imagination. I might need to see somebody about this.
But what I really need is to feel you sliding into me from behind. I want you to bend me over, wrap your hand around my hair and fuck me from behind. I want it rough. Don’t you dare hold back. And when you’re done, I need you to tell me what a good girl I was.
I want you in my mouth while I ride your replica cock. I want it all.
Fuck, I’m too horny for my own good.
There you have it, my raunchiest of Santas. That’s my filthy Christmas wish.
P.S. Happy jerking!
P.P.S. I wouldn’t be opposed to handcuffs or blindfolds.
Yours truly,
A Woman Wondering If Her Saucy Santa Might Be Down for a Bit of Ass Play
SEPTEMBER
To the Pining Pussy Perpetrator,
I’ve been thinking more about this whole ass-play thing. I’m curious. I’m not quite sure if it’s a wish at this point, but can we not wipe it completely off the table just yet?
Let’s play around, see how I feel. It’s already going to be such a big night, and to be honest, I’ve not exactly had the greatest sexual partners in the past who’ve made me feel very comfortable in that situation. So, let’s pencil it into the roster. Santa is going to possibly claim my ass.
Buuuuuut...maybe I should prepare myself a bit. After all, the sheer size of your cock would probably tear me in half, and I know I say I’m always up for a challenge, but some challenges simply take it too far.
Can we count this as a half wish, like a possibility wish?
Please and thank you.
Though, in the meantime, just know that I’m all the way over here in New York in my tiny piece-of-shit apartment, spending my free time preparing my ass for your possible invasion. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful and start slow. There will be plenty of lube all over my body, and as I touch and stretch myself, it’ll be you I’m thinking of.
I do hope that gives you a nice visual to work with.
Always,
