An Erotic Christmas Ghost Story It was the Yuletide, and a young widow lays a flower on the grave of the husband she barely knew...and she is visited, through the night, by kind strangers who know far too much of her, whose eyes are all so familiar, and who wish to give her what he could not.
12 Gangbangs of XXXmas On the first day of XXXmas, my true love gave to me, a surprise bi boi to make three. On the second day of XXXmas, my true love gave to me, a couple of swingers before the Yule tree. On the third day of XXXmas, my true love gave to me, the barely-legal triplets to stick their cocks up me. On the fourth day of XXXmas, my holes were sore and I tried to flee...but there was no escape as four men lined up to run a train on me. Etc.
The Little Matchstick Whore It was snowing. She was eighteen. Too old for the orphanage. No family. No friends. Selling matches for a pittance during the long, cold night. She shivered in her thin shift, afraid to even burn a match to keep warm. Which is when I pulled my cock out. Her lips were blue. Fragments of ice melted as they touched my cock as they fell from the winter sky. The offer was obvious. She needed warmth. The cold lips touched the tip of my cock. Behind me, a line began to form. Rough men from all over town lined up to do their "good deed." Together, we would keep the little matchstick whore warm all night long, until the break of Christmas day.
Twas the night before Christmas." Each year Santa makes a list and checks it twice. The top nine girls on his naughty list are abducted and popped into his sack to be trained as his reindeer-girls. After twelve months of strict training, the following Christmas they will pull his sleigh bound in collar, harness and wearing hoof boots and gloves.
