"Give it to me harder, Santa!”
Since I was little, my favorite holiday has always been Christmas because I love candy canes—their sweet, round shape. I love licking them with my tongue. Every time I suck and lick, the smooth touch brings me pure pleasure. This has given me a special affection for Christmas, eagerly looking forward to the days when I can suck a candy cane.
In my sophomore year, Christmas became exciting when a beautiful new neighbor moved in next door. She had dark, messy hair and striking blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. Her jawline was so sharp it could make you feel weak.
He was tall, and his muscular body filled the snug red sweater. It showed off curves and hard lines that were hard to miss. He just looks like a seductive, spicy Santa Claus. “Oh no, I’m wet!”
Since then, every night, I can't help but picture him in that tight red sweater. I imagine him sneaking down the chimney and slipping into my bedroom. The thought of it kept me eagerly awaiting, hoping for that thrilling visit.
The next day, on my way to the store, I ran into him by chance. He pulled over and offered me a ride, his warm smile impossible to resist.As I got into the car, I caught a sweet scent lingering around him, like candy canes, drawing me in. He noticed me subtly breathing in his scent and turned with a knowing smile, asking if I wanted a candy cane. My cheeks flushed instantly. Thankfully, we arrived at the store just in time. That night, I couldn’t sleep at all. Thoughts of his attractive body filled my mind. I imagined him holding a candy cane in his hand. I couldn’t help but keep sucking on the candy cane, savoring every sweet taste as my thoughts drifted back to him.
Christmas Eve arrived, and after a few extra drinks, I lay down early. In a hazy state, I heard some sounds. I opened my eyes and saw the person I had been dreaming of standing beside my bed. He was still wearing that sexy, tight red sweater from the morning—I’d never seen such a seductive Santa. In a deep, sultry voice, he said, "You still haven't answered my question... do you like to suck on candy canes?" I could no longer hold back my desire and shouted, "Give it to me now!" He slowly unzipped, revealing a massive candy cane. I couldn’t wait any longer—I started licking, enjoying the sweet taste with every touch. Then he brought out a BDSM cane and playfully struck it across my backside while saying, “I made this one especially for naughty girls.” With each strike of the BDSM cane and the pundings from his candy cane, I reached an intense, unforgettable climax. Each thrust and impact that night, combined with the sting of the BDSM cane, created sensations that I knew I’d never forget.
This was the most deliciously sinful Christmas night I’d ever spent with Santa.