Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Anyone who doesn’t think Santa is a hot daddy is a total liar. How could you not want him in bed with you? He’s experienced, sweet and knows how to make everyone all over the world happy.
Plus, there’s nothing hotter than making someone who’s supposed to be really sweet become extra dirty. And that’s exactly what I did this year with my new hot daddy.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
One day, I get a very special client. It was Santa Claus. Yes, THE Santa Claus. He comes to me and says, “Stella, I need your help. I am always giving, always making others happy. But I want to feel something different. I want to feel submission.”
I am surprised. Santa Claus, the man who brings joy to everyone, wants to be submissive? I accept the challenge. I tell him to call me “Mistress Stella” and to do exactly as I say. Santa comes to my place, wearing his big red suit. I tell him to take it off and wear something more comfortable. He obeys, and soon he is in a little black shirt and pants. I like it.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Santa’s workshop buzzed with the manic energy of Christmas. While other elves dangled dolls and wind-up trains from the ceiling like we were in a Christmas ornament factory, my job as Quality Control Manager was to test the sexy toys that would be left for adults under trees all over the world this year.
Today’s project involved Aaron, a twitchy new elf whose enthusiasm could’ve powered the North Pole’s entire workshop. He’d just unveiled his “ethically sourced” antler cock ring. “Structural integrity is paramount,” he’d said, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “Let’s test it,” I said professionally, while adjusting my candy-cane apron. Elf Academy didn’t cover this part in their “Sleighing the Holidays” curriculum, so it was my responsibility to train new hires on protocol.
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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I stepped into the little storefront on the corner of Pine and Mistletoe, expecting only the comforting scent of peppermint and cocoa. What greeted me instead was a dazzling, over‑the‑top Christmas candy shoppe that doubled as something far naughtier. The walls were lined with jars of bright red gumdrops, sugar‑coated pretzels, and candy‑cane swirls, but nestled among those innocent treats were an assortment of sex toys that had been cheekily fashioned to look like confections.
As I meandered past the peppermint bark displays, I couldn’t help but notice a glossy, peppermint‑flavored dildo that shimmered like a giant crystallized candy cane. Its sleek, curved silhouette promised a delightfully deep, throbbing rhythm for anyone brave enough to indulge! Next, I saw a row of strawberry‑filled chocolate truffles. Each one was meticulously molded to a different size. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were in fact an array of vibrating butt plugs!
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
We were short handed at work when we had our big monthly delivery from our main supplier. The manager asked me to handle it as he tossed me the keys to the freezer. I had no earthly idea what I was doing but I had no choice but to wing it. I did know that I wasn’t allowed to leave him unattended. So I met the delivery driver at the back door and led him to the freezer. I unlocked it and held it open for him. He had a dolly full of boxes. I waited for him to finish bringing in several loads. Then he told me to close the door, and he would get the boxes put away as quickly as possible. It was freezing in there. And I was in my skimpy uniform. So he gave me his jacket. It didn’t help much. But I think he thought I looked cute in it. Because he kept looking over at me with a ravenous look in his eyes.
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
My standard rule is if my dick is bigger than yours, I get to be the top. It only makes sense; no one wants to get fucked by a small dick, and I deserve at least six and a half inches if I’m going to bend over. However, since it’s the season of giving, I’ll be generous and spread my cheeks for you if your dick is bigger than my heels.
Oh, no… My heels are bigger?! You don’t even have five inches in your pants? How do you even call yourself a man?
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
The MILF next door teases you with her mature, curvaceous body. You watch out your window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her out in her yard. I’ve noticed the way your curtains flutter in different windows as you try to avoid getting caught peeping. So, today I waited until I knew you were home alone. Then I put on my slinkiest sexiest dress and walked across the street. I knocked on your door and stepped inside when you answered and invited me in. Your mouth hung open as you looked me up and down up close and personal. Here stood your spank bank material in person right in front of you.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
He bowed his head as I circled him. Slowly. Deliberately. He didn’t move. He was a perfect statue of obedience. “It is the season for giving, isn’t it, pet?” I whispered. He shivered. “But you know I don’t give things away. I take them. And you are mine to take.”
I picked up the items I had laid out on the high table. First, the ribbon. Not the flimsy kind, but thick, expensive satin. I used it to bind his wrists behind his back, pulling the knot hard until I heard a faint, satisfying moan. I tied his ankles together next, ensuring he couldn’t even shift his weight without fighting the slippery silk. He was perfectly secured, kneeling like a forgotten ornament.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was wrapping Christmas presents, when suddenly her naughty boy walked in. He asked her what she was doing, ‘’What does it look like?!’’ she barked. Her naughty boy asked if any of the presents she was wrapping were for him. ‘’You?! Of course not! You’re on Mommy’s naughty list!’’
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
My best friend thinks my Friday nights are a delightful mix of artisanal cheese, documentaries, and early bedtimes. Oh, if only she knew the reality of what I get up to with her brother, Liam! Our secret, kinky rendezvous are the spice of my existence, and the highlight is always the grand reveal of my ever-growing collection of nipple clamps.
Tonight was a Christmas affair, naturally. Liam, bless his unsuspecting sister’s heart, strode into my apartment looking impossibly handsome, with a casual smirk already playing on his lips. He knew the drill. We naturally skipped the small talk, the Netflix suggestions, and the pretense of anything remotely platonic. His eyes immediately darted to the small velvet pouch I held in my hand.