Erotic Story: The Twinkle in Santa’s Eye 1

Mrs Santa Claus An Erotic StoryWritten By: Benjamin Sky

Tonight, I have delivered millions of presents to millions of children all over the world. I have gone down and then back up millions of chimneys. Even with my magical abilities, it has still been a very long night. Now, as my reindeer convey me the last mile back to our sanctuary at the North Pole, I am not even tired! Spreading hope and cheer invigorates me. In fact I am feeling quite amorous. I am already anticipating our reunion. I know that you have put up with the mad rush and my non-stop pace the last few weeks preparing for this once a year occasion. And I know that tonight will be ours, Ms Clause.

As the sleigh touches down in front of our house, I see you standing there in your long red coat. The white fur of its hood frames your beautiful face. I am already wondering which negligee you are concealing underneath. As you run up to the sleigh, I say “Hello beautiful! Did you miss me?” Your smile as you say “I missed you so much my love!” melts the night’s cold away. You wrap your arms around my huge girth and lean in to kiss me long and hard.

You take my hand and lead me inside. I pause to tie my scarf around the doorknob. The elves will know what that means!! Inside, the lights are dim with only the light from the roaring fire in the fireplace. “Crash Into Me” by the Dave Matthews Band is playing on the stereo. Two glasses and a bucket of ice sit next to the white bear skin rug in front of the fire. In the bucket is an unopened bottle of Champagne.

I shed my winter gear, including the huge pillow I always stuff under my coat to please the occasional kid peeking around the corner. And we lie next to each other on the rug. The warmth of the fire feels so good after my long flight. You allow your coat to drape open just enough for me to see my favorite red lace teddy underneath, the one with white fur lining all the edges. You look so good! Your long black hair is reflecting the firelight. Your smooth skin is glowing softly in its warmth. Your long slender legs look as if they could wrap around me twice! You look DAMN SEXY, and you know it!!

I reach for the bottle and begin working the cork loose. Looking a little worried, you say “Hey, careful where you point that thing!!” We laugh, and I point it towards the fire. POP!! The cork sails into the fire, and a burst of bubbly spews forth. I grab our glasses and fill them. We sip our champagne and talk of my nights adventures. We both know where this night is heading, and that I will wait for you because I know you like teasing me unmercifully with anticipation.

Finally, as the Dave Matthews CD starts over for the third time, and “Crash Into Me” starts playing again, you say “Boy, it is getting warm in here!” You shrug out of the coat, fully exposing the teddy underneath. “I think I am overdressed.” I say, as I begin to remove the remainder of my clothes. As I slide my silk boxers down and my manhood springs free, you again say “Hey, careful where you point that thing!”, and then you giggle heartily.

You slide over to me, your mouth seeking mine. I can feel your hunger as your tongue desperately seeks to part my lips. Our tongues meet and begin their familiar dance as you push me down onto my back and straddle me, your hand