Part 2: A Christmas Bedtime Story.
The Unexpected Guest. I walked towards Santa, placing myself down gently on his lap, the candlelight lapped at the edges of his beard and shirt as I began to trace my hand along the open deep V at his broad chest. I wanted to take my time getting to know him, soaking in this moment. After all, this seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity. He gripped my thighs and pulled me closer, firmly, gently, the closer I became the more the whole world outside began to fade away. I