“Christmas was the worst fuck i ever had. She always came too soon. Usually though, she’d make me wait for months, make me count the days, offer me little pieces of chocolate instead of the real thing, watch me cross the days off on the calendar.
When she finally did fuck me, she’d present herself as some kind of gift.
She’d never give me exactly what i wanted. In the end, after all the buildup and anticipation, we’d both be disappointed, crying among the torn wrappings of our desire.
I want to make hard candy cock molds in red and green. I want to dress like Santa and have parents take pictures of their kids sitting on my cock. I want mothers to find their kids sucking on the candy I’ve offered them, child-heads bobbing on my sticky dick, their greedy little, hungry little tongues lapping at my shiny hardness. I want to fuck Christmas up the ass while it screams, as it always does, faster, harder, more. I want to stab it with a candy cane sucked to sharpened perfection. I want to wrap a string of multi-colored flashing lights around its neck and strangle it as it comes. I want to go down in history as the girl who killed Christmas.
