Just when Francis thinks that her ho, ho, hot holidays can’t get any better, she has an encounter with a mysterious stranger in a department store that takes her Christmas ritual to a whole new level.
Warning: Christmas Wood (7,000 words) contains hand action served up with apple pie, quickie sex in a sink, and an out-of-this-world morning after revelation.
WOW!!! I never saw THAT coming! (Pun sort of intended)
This is a VERY erotic paranormal holiday romance with A LOT of hotness packed into the small number of pages.
The story follows Francis as she grants her annual Christmas wish of a holiday hookup. Her yearly tradition is going smoothly until she sets her sights on her perfect man in a shopping mall.
He was going to possibly be the man to finally tame Francis until...
I never would have imagined the ending. It is so unlike any other paranormal romance I have read, and I am now a HUGE fan of Kiki's!!!
This is a VERY erotic paranormal holiday romance with A LOT of hotness packed into the small number of pages.
The story follows Francis as she grants her annual Christmas wish of a holiday hookup. Her yearly tradition is going smoothly until she sets her sights on her perfect man in a shopping mall.
He was going to possibly be the man to finally tame Francis until...
I never would have imagined the ending. It is so unlike any other paranormal romance I have read, and I am now a HUGE fan of Kiki's!!!
I timidly turned the knob of the bathroom door to find out if Brian had locked it. My heart pounded and a smile crept onto my face when I discovered that he hadn't. I peeked through the crack of the slightly-opened door to find Brian standing in front of the sink, pants and underwear around his ankles, stroking his huge, throbbing hard on.
"Brian," I whispered. "Do you need some help with that?"
"Francis, get in here," he whispered back.
I tiptoed into the bathroom and slowly closed the door so my parents wouldn't hear it.
"What the hell took you so long?" he asked me. "Your parents are going to think I have some serious gastrointestinal problems, I've been in here so long!”
"I thought you might be actually using the bathroom," I said, still whispering. I hoped that Mom and Dad were too engrossed in the movie—even though they had seen it a million times—to notice how long we were gone. I locked the door just in case.
"Don’t worry, this won’t take long,” I said as I wiggled off my panties and hiked up my short, red, Christmas dress. I propped my body on the sink in front of him, and spread my legs wide for Brian to dive right in and give me some more of his special dessert.
"Fuck, I wish I had accepted your father's Christmas dinner invites before," Brian whispered in my ear as he thrust his cock into my willing wetness.
"I wish you had," I moaned.
I put my arms around his neck and held on as he pounded my pussy against my parents' sink. I eagerly met each of Brian's thrusts, until we both exploded and collapsed into each other's arms. Although it didn't take long—the anticipation we built up under the table at dinner was more than enough foreplay for me—I did wonder if my parents would think it was weird that neither of us had gone back yet.
"Brian," I whispered. "Do you need some help with that?"
"Francis, get in here," he whispered back.
I tiptoed into the bathroom and slowly closed the door so my parents wouldn't hear it.
"What the hell took you so long?" he asked me. "Your parents are going to think I have some serious gastrointestinal problems, I've been in here so long!”
"I thought you might be actually using the bathroom," I said, still whispering. I hoped that Mom and Dad were too engrossed in the movie—even though they had seen it a million times—to notice how long we were gone. I locked the door just in case.
"Don’t worry, this won’t take long,” I said as I wiggled off my panties and hiked up my short, red, Christmas dress. I propped my body on the sink in front of him, and spread my legs wide for Brian to dive right in and give me some more of his special dessert.
"Fuck, I wish I had accepted your father's Christmas dinner invites before," Brian whispered in my ear as he thrust his cock into my willing wetness.
"I wish you had," I moaned.
I put my arms around his neck and held on as he pounded my pussy against my parents' sink. I eagerly met each of Brian's thrusts, until we both exploded and collapsed into each other's arms. Although it didn't take long—the anticipation we built up under the table at dinner was more than enough foreplay for me—I did wonder if my parents would think it was weird that neither of us had gone back yet.
Between the ears, of course!
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