I couldn't resist quickly writing a little Christmas Erotica for you to enjoy, and this contest was the perfect excuse. Yes, the set up is a little silly/magical but I think the sex being super hot more than makes up for it ;) let me know if you agree! :3

Lara x-x-x

You’ve been a very good girl this year

It was Christmas Eve and I’d gone to bed early tonight. Not because I expected a visit from the Jolly old man in the red suit, or because I was particularly excited about tomorrow. Quite the opposite in fact. I was a little depressed if I were being completely honest with myself, and the thought of waking up alone tomorrow wasn’t helping.

My boyfriend and I had broken up earlier in the year and we had planned to spend Christmas together at his mum and dad’s place. Now, I was heading to bed alone, waking up alone and then heading over to my parents’ place for Christmas lunch, where I could look forward to lots of questions about what happened and why, and a full dissection of my character once the mulled wine started flowing.

I sighed and pulled the blankets tighter around me. I was looking forward to this year being over and done with so I could focus on getting my life back on track.

It wasn’t even so much that I missed my ex, it was more that I missed everything that came with being in a relationship. The companionship, the connection, the sex.

I was feeling particularly frustrated this evening and normally in this sort of situation, I’d call up my girls and arrange a night out so I could hook up with some random guy and bang out some of these frustrations and feel a hell of a lot better for a couple of weeks.

Unfortunately, Christmas Eve wasn’t the sort of time when people wanted to hook up with a random stranger, instead focusing on their friends and families and partners and girlfriends and… urghhh. I pulled my blankets all the way over my head.

I lay there listening to the gentle sounds of the outside world. Joyful laughter and the delicate sprinkling of the snowfall. It was all very lovely, I supposed, and I closed my eyes, letting myself drift off to find some Christmas cheer in the hopefully more satisfying fantasy world of my dreams.

I jolted awake, cosy and confused in the pitch dark as I realized I was still wrapped in my blanket like a cocoon. I untangled myself and blinked a few times in rapid succession, trying to adjust my eyes to the dim light of my bedroom.

There it was again, the sound that had clearly awakened me from my peaceful slumber, a loud thump coming from somewhere in my house. Or perhaps outside? Hopefully outside.

I sat up on my elbows, straining my ears to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. It was as I did so, tilting my head to try to better hear where this sound had come from, that a new sound crept its way towards me.

The unmistakable sound of footsteps on my hardwood floors. Footsteps getting louder. Getting closer. Footsteps coming towards my bedroom door.

I scrambled to get upright and reach over to my bedroom drawer where I kept a knife and some pepper spray for just such occasions, but my fear made me clumsy, and I tangled in my sheets, slipping around gracelessly like a fish out of water.

And then, it was too late.

My bedroom door creaked open and I stared on in horror as the shape of a tall man filled the doorframe with his considerable size.

I froze, trapped in this moment of confusion and terror as we stared at one another in still and silent regard.

I felt trapped by my own body, my limbs not responding to my desire to move into action as my mind screamed in frustration.

Clearly sensing my fear and, I assumed, enjoying the effect he was having on me, a low chuckle emanated from the man in my doorway, and I heard the distinct sound of him snapping his fingers before the lamp on my nightstand clicked on of its own accord and my bedroom was flooded in low and warm light.

My horror made way for feelings of utter bemusement and confusion as I took in the sight before me, squinting at the harshness of the sudden illumination in my room.

A man stood before me dressed in a dark maroon suit, crisp white shirt and shining black dress shoes. The man was, putting it bluntly, devastatingly handsome and I studied him head to toe as he stood there, not moving a muscle, with a small smirk playing around his lips.

He had rich, chocolate-brown hair, ice-chip blue eyes and a neatly trimmed beard which obscured the sort of handsome face that would be more at home to the pages of a fashion magazine than standing in my small bedroom.

His crisp white shirt clung to a broad, muscular chest and his dark red suit couldn’t hide the bulging biceps which were pressing against the rich fabric, seemingly trying to break free.

His legs were long and thick, like that of a rugby player, and the trousers that he wore clung to him like a second skin, highlighting his strong muscles and clearly showing off a rather generous package that snagged my focus for a little too long to be comfortable…

My eyes snapped back up to meet his and I dug deep for the courage to speak first in this tense moment of silence.

“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?” I asked, forcing bravery I didn’t feel to edge my words with a biting tone as I trembled with the flood of adrenaline coursing through my body.

His smile softened and crinkled his eyes with the genuineness of it as he answered me in a slightly accented, deep and resonant voice.

“Please” he started, “before I answer your questions, know that you’re completely safe with me. I mean you no harm, I assure you” he said as he raised his empty hands in a placating gesture.

“I think” he continued “that you might realise exactly who I am quite soon, but I think it’s more important that I tell you why I’m here” he finished, turning to face the small chair at the desk on the far side of my bedroom, pulling out the chair, turning it to face me before sitting on it, crossing one of his thick legs over the other and leaning forward towards me with his hands crossed over his lap.

His smile was enchanting, and his low tone soothed me and despite the absolute insanity of the moment I found myself in, and my slight concern that I had in fact finally gone completely mad, I felt eased - my fear and panic floating away like a snowflake on the wind.

He leant towards me as the feeling of serenity coursed its way through my veins with a warm, easing feeling as his ice-blue eyes twinkled with mischievous glee.

“You called me here” he stated matter-of-factly

I felt my own indignation flare at how very incorrect he was in saying that.

“I certainly did not” I retorted with a frown

He only smiled more sweetly at my defensiveness.

“You did, maybe not in a way you realise, but you did” he assured me gently “and I’m here to reward you”

“Reward me? Reward me for what?” I replied, more confused than ever at what this stranger was claiming so assuredly.

“Well” he started, his gentle smile sharpening into something a little more wicked as I watched “you’ve been a very good girl this year” he smirked, “and I’m here to reward you in the way you want me to” he concluded, and with that, he stood from the small chair and shrugged off his suit jacket, revealing even more of his bulging, toned form swathed in that tight, white fabric.

I swallowed as he carefully placed his jacket over the back of the chair and I watched on in utter disbelief as this stunning man unbuttoned his shirt with a practiced swiftness before discarding that too.

“I…. umm” I stammered as he slipped out of his shoes and tucked them neatly under the chair before turning to face me once more.

“It’s ok” he assured me “I know your limits, what you like, what you don’t like, I’ve got you.” He soothed as he slowly stepped towards the edge of the bed and my eyes roamed greedily over the expanse of skin on show before me, and I licked my lips as my heart fluttered.

“Did you make my lamp turn on ?” I said, the sudden strangeness of that moment suddenly hitting me and I turned to look at it, the switch still in the ‘off’ position.

He chuckled that deep, throaty sound again and I glanced up at him. He was looming over me, now. His large frame seeming to take up almost all of my field of vision.

“Don’t panic” he said, in that soothing tone of voice and he snapped his fingers again.

I realized with a jolt that my blankets had somehow taken themselves from being wrapped in a messy pile around my feet to being laid out beneath me as if I were sitting on my freshly made sheets and I gasped at the display of impossibility I’d just witnessed.

“How the fuck…” I started, but the smiling, handsome face looking down at me caused me to trail off as a new feeling began to take up root in my chest. The burning, exciting churn of desire

This man was truly perfection personified and I swallowed nosily as he gently smiled down at me, leaning forward on his strong arms so our faces were close and I was sure he could feel my now gently panting breaths on his face.

“Deep breaths” he crooned, and the sweet, peppermint smell of his breath dazed me as I followed his orders.

“Ready?” he asked, his calm aura enveloping me and lulling me into a state of security as our eyes met again, and I could feel the desire coiling tighter, low in my stomach, at the proximity of him.

I found myself nodding at his question, and with that, his twinkling eyes seemed to darken and he raised his large, veined hand between us and snapped his fingers again, the sharp sound seeming to echo in this small space.

My mouth dropped open as I realized with a start that my clothes, all of my clothes, had vanished. Completely vanished as if they’d just puffed out of existence and I now sat before him completely naked, my nipples immediately hardening against the press of the cool night air around us .

My eyes went wide and I moved to cover myself with my arms, but the handsome stranger gently shook his head and my arms stayed firmly at my sides as my shame and embarrassment melted away as quickly as they’d appeared

His eyes dipped down to run over the curve of my generous breasts, the slight softness of my stomach, the round slope of my hips before settling between my slightly glistening thighs.

“Perfect” he breathed out on an almost whisper and my cheeks flared with the burn of the compliment.

His eyes slowly crept their way back up to meet me and he bit his full, pink lips before shifting us both in a movement far too fast for me to follow, and I found myself flat on my back, my legs spread wide, and this tall, strong man nestled between my thighs, his clothes gone too now I could feel, as the huge, hard length of him pressed against my already wet core.

“Fuck!” I whispered as the desire in me roared from an ember to a wildfire, and I looked up into the face of this beautiful creature before me as he looked down at me, his own desire now mirroring my own.

“Merry Christmas” he whispered and with that, he unleased himself upon me.

He dipped suddenly, enveloping one of my breasts in his huge hand as he pulled it taught and sucked my aching, tight nipple into the tingling warmth of his mouth before sucking harder and thrusting his huge cock through my slippery folds, bumping the flared tip of it against the nub of my clit.

I sucked in a sharp breath as he squeezed and sucked, groaning a deep groan around my nipple as he sucked at it greedily, flicking his tongue over it and rocking his hips against my pussy. I moaned in response, rocking my hips back over his length, making his cock slick and slippery and chasing those jolts of pleasure as his tip ran over my clit.

God, I was so desperate just to have him inside me. Wanted this beautiful man to just fuck me, hard and fast and deep with that thick cock of his and, as if hearing my thoughts, he suddenly lifted his mouth from my nipple, licking his lips as looked at me with admiration

“Oh that’s how you want this to go tonight, is it?” he crooned softly as pressed a passionate kiss to my lips.

I heard the snap of his fingers by the side of my head and I shrieked a little as I suddenly found myself on all fours, my face pressed sideways into my pillow, my back arched and my round arse high with my legs slightly spread.

I could feel the stranger kneeled behind me, his large hands gripped around my waist as he steadied me.

“You’re soaking” he praised as I caught the sight of him staring down at my bared and spread pussy, the wetness there building further at the effect of his words on me.

Seemingly satisfied that I was sufficiently steadied, he moved on hand to his cock and lined the large head of it up with my entrance.

Oh god, I wanted him to slam into me so badly. I could handle it, knew I could from the size of the toys I enjoyed so much, and again, seeming to hear me, he did just that.

With a strong, jerking thrust of his hips he slammed his huge dick to the hilt inside me with one powerful thrust. I screamed out the pleasure and pain into the pillow beneath me and my hands tightly gripped the sheets as my clit throbbed and I acclimatized to his impossible length and girth.

“Fuck me “ I pleaded as he stayed still and throbbing inside me.

I heard that low chuckle again and I squirmed there, impaled on his cock, waiting for his next move.

I heard the sound of him licking some part of him as I wriggled my arse slightly before him, earning myself one of those delicious chuckles again and my patience was rewarded as I felt the thick, wet length of his thumb push its way into the tight, puckered hole of my arse as his fingers gripped the soft flesh of it tightly for purchase.

“Oh fuck, yes” I gasped out as he slid it deep inside my hole, pushing almost to the point of feeling as though I were being fucked there, and my pussy clenched tightly around his cock, causing him to hiss with pleasure.

When his thumb was pressed deep inside my arse, he began doing what I hoped he would do since, if I were being honest, the moment my lamp had flicked on and I’d taken in the sight of him, and he began fucking me at a ruthless pace. He pumped his thumb slowly in and out of my arse as he slammed his cock in to my soaking pussy over and over, and I screamed out and moaned my pleasure as my walls clenched around the size of him, my eyes rolling back into my head as I could feel and hear my juices being squeezed out around his huge cock as he filled me and soaked our thighs as he fucked me brutally.

He slammed into me so hard and fast I had to hold on to stop myself moving and the slaps of his hips against the backs of my thighs and the feel of him teasing my arse as he pounded my throbbing pussy brought my orgasm right to the brink

“Yes just like that” I praised between gasps and squeals as he fucked both of my holes, and my legs began so shake as his pace quickened even more

“You like that don’t you” he asked as he flicked his hips up slightly, slamming against my gspot as he continued to pound his cock inside me. I saw stars as he did that and my whole body jerked as the feeling of his big cock punishing my little pussy slammed me over the edge, and I moaned out my crashing orgasm at the top of my lungs as he fucked me and fucked me, in my pussy, my arse, and pouting against my g-spot as  my pussy tightened with my orgasm with such fierceness, I could hear the grunts of exertion he was making at having to work harder to slam his cock into my tightness.

He didn’t slow or stop the punishing pace as he fucked me and his low, sexy moans joined my own continued shrieks of delight as the overstimulation was causing me to spasm and twitch uncontrollably as I began to squirt all over us, soaking us and causing me to babble incoherently as the intense pleasure wracked my body.

He leant forward as he continued fucking me and squeezed one of my large breasts that was jiggling with each of his powerful thrusts.

“Fuuuuuck” he groaned out as he continued fucking my holes and playing with my sensitive tits.

I couldn’t form words now if I tried, and I moaned and gasped as the endless pleasure pulsed between my legs.

“I hope he doesn’t cum inside my pussy” I thought as a slightly panic at the lack of birth control tightened my stomach slightly.

“Oh I know where you want it, darling” he grunted out, answering my unspoken question and with a final few thrusts, I gasped as I he pulled himself out of me, feeling the gathered wetness gush out of me as he did so.

I flinched with anticipation and slight embarrassment as I felt the warm, slippery feeling of his saliva as he spat directly into my gaped arse and I screamed with pleasure into the pillow beneath me again as he slammed his thick cock deep inside my arse without warning.

“I’m going to fill this perfect arse” he groaned out as I moaned again, a fresh orgasm seeming to pick up from nowhere as he began fucking my arse at that same brutal pace with which he’d destroyed my still clenching pussy.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum” he gritted out through clenching teeth and I whimpered as I felt his cock hardening deep inside me with the truth of those words

With one final, impossibly deep thrust he began moaning wildly as I felt his cock pulsing deep inside my arse.  The warmth of his cum spilling inside me tipped me over the edge again and I tightened around him as I came, milking every drop of his cum out inside me as I moaned and shook and came around him once more.

When he was satisfied every single drop of him was emptied deep inside me, he clicked his fingers again and I found myself kneeling on the floor at his feet, his still hard length now gone from inside me, and instead waiting in front of my face, glistening with his cum and my juices.

“Time for your next present” he said with a truly wicked grin on his delicious face as I looked up at him with shock and delight clear on my own face for him to see.

“Clean me up, darling” he instructed and my stomach fluttered with joy at his knowledge of my secret fantasies.

I gripped the base of his thick cock and began licking and sucking our mess from his length as he watched me with pride and satisfaction etching his features.

The taste of him, of us, caused my pussy to clench again with fresh desire and I smiled slightly before pushing my mouth around his length, swallowing him down until my nose brushed the neatly trimmed hair of his abdomen.

Perhaps this really would be a Merry Christmas after all.