You know the story about Santa Claus. In fact, you know it better than most. After all, it is your favorite time of year. Not for the reasons that people think, no, for your own pleasureable reasons.
The closer it gets to Christmas Eve the more you find your mind wandering. Daydreaming about how it all came to be. How you became so aroused by the simple thought of Santa.
You check the date on your phone and find that it is so close now. You smile and let your mind drift back. So far back. To the time you were just a small child. A happy memory of Christmas Eve.
Back now, you relax, all the down into your seat. Warm and comfortable as the memory unfolds in your mind.
You're so young and small walking down the hallway now. You were far too excited for Santa to come that you couldn't sleep. Hearing a noise from the living room, you've snuck out of your bed. Slowly and ever so quietly you make your way, step by step down the darkened hallway.
The sounds become more and more audible as you approach. Your heart is beating so hard with the fear you might be caught that you almost believe it can be heard outside of your tiny body.
You reach the very edge of the hallway to the living room and peek one eye around the corner. You see the back of a tall, wide man in a bright red suit. The white trim is so bright in the low light. You realize at once who it is and your heart jumps.
Just as you are about to step out of your hiding place you hear another sound. A muffled sound. As the large man steps to the side you see your mother in front of the Christmas tree. Naked, gagged, and bound with Christmas lights.
Your eyes widen and you retreat back to the hallway. Your mind races through all of your Christmas stories, and songs searching for some explanation. Your mind begins to fold in on itself as you hear another muffled sound come from your mother.
You place your small back to the wall and inch slowly to the edge of the wall again and now you can hear Santa's voice as he speaks.
"You've been a very naughty girl this year haven't you?" A muffled reply of agreement follows. Comprehension dawns on you like a tiny flickering light in your mind. Is this what happens to bad boys and girls?
You hear Santa say, "I know. I've been watching you. Watching you do all kinds of naughty things, but don't worry. I'm going to make it right." You peak another glance at the scene unfolding.
You watch as Santa bends over and pulls a very large cylindric object from his sack. I've got a very special toy for you little girl, he says. Your mind reels, he does carry toys for girls and boys in his sack! Then quite suddenly you hear a loud muffled moan as Santa says, "I know how much you like these. So I made sure to make your toy extra large this year"
You think to yourself just how much she must love her present and how happy she must be right now as the moaning noises continue.
You can hear Santa asking her over and over, "do you like that?" Then a muffled "mmhmm" . "That's feels good doesn't it?" Another muffled "mmhhmm" . "You want to play with it more don't you?" "Mmmhmm." "You want Santa to play with you too, don't you." "Mmmhmm."
You smile and think about how lucky mommy is to get to play with Santa. You begin to feel a little twinge of jealousy that mommy is getting all of Santa's attention but you know you need to stay quiet. You don't want to get caught and risk losing your presents.
You hear Santa say, "that's a good girl. Just like that. That's how Santa likes it. Being so naughty has made this sooo nice."
You hear those words and begin to understand that when you are naughty Santa comes to make you nice.
You start to rub your eyes, it's so late and way past your bedtime.
You hear Santa asking, "who's a good girl?" And the muffled reply of "mmmaguuugrrrll." You smile and tell yourself Santa is fixing mommy so you can goto bed. You are so tired that you dont even remember making it to your bed.
From then on, it became a tradition to sneak out of your room and spy on Santa Claus visiting. Year after year rolls through your mind, you sneaking out of bed and tiptoeing down the darkened hallway.
Year after year and finally one year as you were packing to move, now a fully grown adult, you come across a small notebook. Thinking it must be your mother's reciepe collection you open it and begin to read.
Your eyes widen as you read what can only be described as your mother's diary. In it she graphically details all of the naughty and sexually depraved acts she would do everyday to gets Santa's attention. You hurriedly flip the pages to Christmas Eve and start to read.
As you read you find yourself getting extremely aroused and turned on. Flashbacks of walking down a darkened hallway flit along the edges of your mind as you find your hand slowly working itself down your pants as you continue to read.
You can hardly believe what you are reading but you feel the truth deep within you. Word after word sending waves of lust and need deep into your body as your hand begins to work furiously to give you the release and pleasure you need. Building, stronger and stronger.
Coming back to the room now, a smile broadens on your face as you sit with your hand between your legs, knowing that you've been very naughty this year. That's right, and you've planned to wait up in the living room on Christmas Eve. Waiting for Santa.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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