Xmas 2022 - 7 of 12

It’s not a very traditional way to spend Christmas Eve, so you just look for anything that’s Christmassy and pretend that it counts. Like the wine that you’ve had too much of. That’s red. Red is a Christmas color.

So is white, the color of Amelie’s lace panties that you pull aside as you push your face between her legs. She’s on the sofa and you’re kneeling on the floor. Her silky robe is open, revealing her body and sexy lingerie. Her fingers run luxuriously through your hair as the taste of her overwhelms the lingering taste of wine on your tongue.

Amelie has a cute little apartment in the city. It’s minimalist, but cozy. Cozy goes with Christmas. Amelie would never agree to meet your family or spend a holiday there, and you didn’t have the heart to leave her alone. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Amelie, it’s that she is profoundly lonely.

Not anymore. And after enough wine, her airs of control and dignity aren’t quite as impenetrable. You lead her to the bedroom, where the satin sheets are also a nice, Christmassy red. She allows you to pull her panties away from her wet pussy, all the way down her long legs. You throw them aside and climb onto the bed. There are no doms or subs on Christmas Eve, just people trying to connect. She wraps her arms around your neck as you enter her, then kiss her mouth.

You pull back, fumbling with her bra, wanting to see her large breasts bounce with your thrusts, but Amelie has other ideas. You have already figured out her favorite position, but she must be really buzzed if she’s doing it without trying to pretend that it’s your idea. She rolls onto her belly, presenting her bottom. There must be something about the angle or the feel of your body on top of hers that drives Amelie crazy, because you can only make her cum with intercourse if she’s prone.

She reaches back to one of her soft, mouthwatering buttocks and pulls to spread herself for you. Yes. She is definitely drunk. You push in and kiss her shoulder as she groans and claws at the sheets. Her pussy shivers around your cock. You pin one of her wrists and push yourself upright to have more leverage, thrusting harder. She buries her face in a pillow. You pant, gazing down at her buttocks rippling as you push in.

Your phone buzzes noisily on the coffee table in the other room. That’ll be your mom trying to Facetime you for the holiday. Maybe next year. You’re a little busy here.