Flash Fiction Friday: The Christmas effect

The Christmas effect

Staring out of my apartment I watched the rink slowly fill up with families, couples and groups of children. I could tell by the look on their faces how happy they were, yet here I sat, alone, just like I had ever since she'd left me on that fateful Christmas Eve, telling me she no longer loved me.

As I continued to watch, and hear, the laughter and music I decided enough was enough. No longer would I hide away, only going out to work. It was time for me to change, and what better time of the year to start than Christmas.

©JSMorbius

I'd like to wish all my friends and followers a very Merry Christmas.

Christmas Movie Double Bill

I would like to wish all my friends and followers a very Merry Christmas. 

So why don't you pull up a chair, pour yourself a glass of red and sit back to enjoy a festive movie double bill.

Christmas wishes can come true

Christmas wishes can come true

Opening my eyes I eased myself out of bed and headed, still half asleep, in to my en-suite bathroom. Turning on the shower I waited for it to reach the perfect temperature, and stepped under the jets. Giving my body a good soaping I let the water clear away the suds, stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist, even though I knew I was alone.

Turning to the mirror above the basin I wiped it clear of the shower's steam, and quickly shaved before drying myself and throwing the towel in to the wash basket. Grabbing the black dressing gown from the back of the door I slipped it on, walked back in to my room and headed toward the window.

For a few seconds I was in a state of shock, until my radio came on and the first voice I heard was the announcer wishing all her listeners a very happy Christmas Day. Sitting back on the bed I couldn't believe I had forgotten what day it was, then realized the reason I didn't remember was because, with no-one to share the day with, to me it was just another day, albeit one when I didn't have to drag my ass across town for work.

Still I couldn't very well spend the whole day moping around my bedroom so decided to make my way downstairs, get some breakfast and see if I could find anything to watch on TV, which didn't feature Christmas.

Throwing my duvet back on to the bed I fastened my dressing gown, slipped my mobile phone in to one of the pockets and left my room. As I began to head down the stairs I was shocked when the handset began to ring in my pocket. Surprised, as the phone was only for work and all work was finished until the New Year, I took the handset from my pocket and stared down at the screen.

Two words, UNKNOWN NUMBER, flashed across the screen. Lifting the phone to my ear I pressed the answer button. At first all I could hear was a buzzing and was about to hang up, and curse whoever it was for making a crank call on Christmas Day, when a deep male voice suddenly spoke.

“Happy Christmas, Matt,” the voice on the other end said.

Before I could reply the line went dead, the voice replaced by the same buzzing when I first answered. Staring at the handset for a few seconds, bewildered at the caller and message, I finally slipped the handset back in to my pocket, reached for the living room door handle and pressed it down. Pushing the door open I walked in, and froze.

Perched on the back of my leather sofa, dressed in a skimpy Christmas mini skirt, bra top, Santa hat and red stilettos was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

“Merry Christmas, Matt,” she whispered seductively, as she hitched her skirt a little higher.

“Who the fuck are y...”

Before I could finish my phone rang once more. Snatching the handset from my pocket I quickly answered it.

“Who the fuck's this?” I bellowed, my eyes never leaving the woman.

“Just a friend. How do you like your present?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your present, Ivy. She is there isn't she?”

“Well somebody is here but we haven't been introduced yet,” I replied confused. “Hang on how do you know there's someone here?”

“I know because she's there because of me, and she's also exactly what you have been wishing for all year.”

Once again the phone went dead, so this time I switched it off before looking back at Ivy. Only she had shifted her position and was lying on her front along the back of the sofa, her beautiful cock only partially visible.

“Well, Matt, what do you think?” Ivy purred, as she stared seductively over to me.

“Y-Y-You're gorgeous but...”

“But nothing, Matt. Your Christmas wish has come true.”

©JSMorbius

Transsexual Thursday: Christmas wishes can come true

Transsexual

Thursday

Christmas wishes can come true

Opening my eyes I eased myself out of bed and headed, still half asleep, in to my en-suite bathroom. Turning on the shower I waited for it to reach the perfect temperature, and stepped under the jets. Giving my body a good soaping I let the water clear away the suds, stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist, even though I knew I was alone.

Turning to the mirror above the basin I wiped it clear of the shower's steam, and quickly shaved before drying myself and throwing the towel in to the wash basket. Grabbing the black dressing gown from the back of the door I slipped it on, walked back in to my room and headed toward the window.

For a few seconds I was in a state of shock, until my radio came on and the first voice I heard was the announcer wishing all her listeners a very happy Christmas Day. Sitting back on the bed I couldn't believe I had forgotten what day it was, then realized the reason I didn't remember was because, with no-one to share the day with, to me it was just another day, albeit one when I didn't have to drag my ass across town for work.

Still I couldn't very well spend the whole day moping around my bedroom so decided to make my way downstairs, get some breakfast and see if I could find anything to watch on TV, which didn't feature Christmas.

Throwing my duvet back on to the bed I fastened my dressing gown, slipped my mobile phone in to one of the pockets and left my room. As I began to head down the stairs I was shocked when the handset began to ring in my pocket. Surprised, as the phone was only for work and all work was finished until the New Year, I took the handset from my pocket and stared down at the screen.

Two words, UNKNOWN NUMBER, flashed across the screen. Lifting the phone to my ear I pressed the answer button. At first all I could hear was a buzzing and was about to hang up, and curse whoever it was for making a crank call on Christmas Day, when a deep male voice suddenly spoke.

“Happy Christmas, Matt,” the voice on the other end said.

Before I could reply the line went dead, the voice replaced by the same buzzing when I first answered. Staring at the handset for a few seconds, bewildered at the caller and message, I finally slipped the handset back in to my pocket, reached for the living room door handle and pressed it down. Pushing the door open I walked in, and froze.

Perched on the back of my leather sofa, dressed in a skimpy Christmas mini skirt, bra top, Santa hat and red stilettos was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

“Merry Christmas, Matt,” she whispered seductively, as she hitched her skirt a little higher.

“Who the fuck are y...”

Before I could finish my phone rang once more. Snatching the handset from my pocket I quickly answered it.

“Who the fuck's this?” I bellowed, my eyes never leaving the woman.

“Just a friend. How do you like your present?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your present, Ivy. She is there isn't she?”

“Well somebody is here but we haven't been introduced yet,” I replied confused. “Hang on how do you know there's someone here?”

“I know because she's there because of me.”

Once again the phone went dead, so this time I switched it off before looking back at Ivy. Only she had shifted her position and was lying on her front along the back of the sofa, her beautiful cock only partially visible.

“Well, Matt, what do you think?” Ivy purred, as she stared seductively over to me.

“Y-Y-You're gorgeous but...”

“But nothing, Matt. Your Christmas wish has come true.”

©JSMorbius

Wicked Wednesday: A gift from Santa

Welcome to day three of my naughty but nice Christmas week, and don't forget to make a few minutes spare to come back tomorrow for Christmas Day's offering.

Hope you enjoy my short tale and all have a very happy and safe Christmas

A gift from Santa

“Well, Tara, that's it for another year,” I groaned, slumping down on to my chair.

“Don't be so grumpy you miserable sod,” Tara replied. “We seem to get busier and busier every year.”

Reaching under my chair I retrieved the Jack Daniels I'd hidden at the start of the day, took a large mouthful then offered the bottle to Tara.

“No thanks, JD goes straight to my head.”

“Now who's the one being grumpy?” I laughed, taking another large mouthful.

“You cheeky bastard. Give me that bottle.”

Reaching forward Tara snatched the bottle from me hand, held it to her lips and threw her head back. Watching as she gulped down the JD, like it was water I stared, open mouthed. For someone who had only just said no, because of the effect it had on her, she drank like a fish.

“Damn that's good.”

Tara pulled the bottle from her mouth, licked her lips slowly and offered it back to me. Seeing the way she had run her tongue around her lips had caused my cock to stiffen under my trousers, and I reached for the bottle without looking. Keeping my eyes fixed on her I took another mouthful, and handed the bottle back.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Tara asked, giggling, as she took another mouthful.

“As if I would,” I smirked back, the hardness in my trousers becoming unbearable.

Shifting my weight, to hide my obvious erection, I noticed Tara staring, with a smile on her face.

“Drink doesn't seem to give you any problems, I see,” Tara whispered, before moving next to me.

Before I could respond she reached forward, placed her hand over my hardness and began to massage me through my trousers.

“Fuck, Tara, what are you playing at?”

“I should think that's obvious,” she replied, removing her hand and then slipping it down my trousers.

Gasping as her fingers found, and wrapped themselves, around my shaft I threw my head back and slid down in my chair.

“That feels so good,Tara,” I managed to gasp, as she slowly stroked my hardness for a few minutes before removing her hand.

Standing up she turned to face me, gripped the waistband of my Santa suit and whipped my trousers down just far enough to expose my hard cock. Bending her head Tara flicked her tongue, slowly, along the slit in the end of my cock before taking me to the back of her throat a couple of times, and then turning her back on me and lifting up her skimpy dress.

Seeing Tara before me, with no panties on, I almost came there and then. Thankfully, and luckily, I managed to hold myself back as Tara stepped back and began lowering her pussy on to my shaft. Reaching forward I gripped her hips and guided her slowly down, until my shaft was buried as deep inside her as possible.

Once it was Tara began to buck her hips slowly, until she was quickly riding me violently, as I rubbed the opening of her pussy and erect clitoris. Between her bucking and my thrusting it wasn't long before Tara gasped loudly.

“Fuck I'm coming.”

“So am I,” I gasped back as I felt my cock twitch deep inside her pussy, just before the first stream of my seed exploded from the end of my cock deep in to her.

©JSMorbius

Masturbation Monday: A gift for my Christmas Angel

It's Christmas week in The Crypt so, as Christmas is a time of giving, here is Monday's present for you.

Merry Christmas Everybody

A gift for my Christmas Angel

As I woke up, alone, I looked around my room and knew it was my fault I was spending this day by myself. If only I hadn't been so afraid to tell you what I really thought, what I really wanted, you might have been here to celebrate Christmas with me. It wasn't as if you didn't feel the same because, after all, you had dropped enough hints throughout the last six months about wanting the same thing.

Sitting up I turned to glance at the bedside clock, hoping to see at least half the day had already gone only, instead of the clock being where it had always been, there was only a bottle of lube, an open packet of condoms and the toy I had brought to help me get through the lonely nights.

Picking up the toy I was about to launch it across the room, only suddenly stopped. Holding it in my hands I started to think of you, wondering what you would be doing and whether there would still be any chance for us, or if I had really blown my one chance of true happiness.

The thing was the more I thought about you the harder my cock became and, with the toy in my hand, coupled with my desperation for you, I reached for the lube and smothered my hardness, as well as the tight opening of the toy. Holding my cock I closed my eyes and began to slowly ease the toy down, over my cock.

Once my full shaft was covered I began to masturbate as I dreamed it was your mouth, and not the toy, tightly gripping my hardness. For a few minutes I just lay there slowly stroking my cock, and occasionally moaning your name, when I suddenly thought of something which, I hoped, would make you realize just how much I really wanted you.

Releasing the toy I looked over the edge of the bed, saw my phone and picked it up. Standing it against the bottle of lube I found the camera, switched it to video and pressed record.

Wrapping my hand around the toy I began to stroke myself again when, after a few minutes, I rolled on to my front. Holding the toy at an angle on the bed, and myself up with my other hand, I slowly began to buck my hips and fuck the toy. With each thrust I called out your name, told you how much I wanted, needed and loved you until I couldn't speak any more.

With my breathing erratic, and my heart pounding in my chest, I felt my balls start to tighten and my legs began to tremble violently. Knowing I was about to come I pulled my cock from the toy, turned to face the camera and continued masturbating until I felt my cock twitch for the first time.

Staring in to the camera I continued to stroke my hard shaft, twitch after twitch of my cock releasing more of my seed, until I was completely drained.

“I love you so much, babe,” I managed to gasp breathlessly, as I let my cock fall from my grip “Merry Christmas.”
As soon as I finished speaking I hit stop, scrolled to your number and pressed send.

©JSMorbius

Tantalizing Tuesday Teaser: Christmas bonus

It's here! 

The last Tantalizing Tuesday Teaser before Christmas so what could possibly be better than a little festive short.

I would also like to think that in the spirit of the season and after reading, and maybe even commenting, on my tease you will follow the accompanying link and do the same to all the other wonderful teasers, who have also taken their time to entertain you this week.

http://tantalizingtuesday.blogspot.co.uk/2013/12/24-december-2013-merry-christmas-teasers.html

Thank You and Merry Christmas to each and every one of you.

Christmas bonus

I'd heard there was a job going at the local shopping centre, and also the rumours about what went on behind the doors of the grotto which had been set up there, but of course I didn't believe them. Yet with money tight I didn't see what harm applying could do and, to my surprise, the next day found myself playing the role of Santa and handing out presents every day until Christmas Eve, ably assisted by Terri, a stunning blonde with her hair in pigtails and also wearing fancy dress.

By the time the last present of the week had been handed out, and the Grotto door closed I was exhausted. Slumping down on to the chair I had been sitting on all week I went to remove my beard but before I could Terri reached forward, grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to my feet.

Before I could say a word Terri dropped to her knees, gripped the waistband of my trousers and eased them down, just far enough to release my rapidly hardening cock before wrapping her fingers lightly around my shaft, glancing up at me seductively and closing her lips around my hard shaft, and that was when I found out that the rumours were true.

©JSMorbius2013

Tantalizing Tuesday Christmas Blog Hop 18-21 December 2012

Welcome everyone to a very special Tantalizing Tuesday Teaser post. With the festive period upon us what better way to celebrate, apart from lots of sex, drink, food and pressies, is there than standing on one leg and going from blog to blog.

Yes that's right it's the Tantalizing Tuesday Teaser Blog Hop. As always though the stories are just 200 words long and come from each writer's choice of picture. Mine is below I hope you enjoy and just one  more thing before I leave you so you can read 

THERE WILL BE A PRIZE FOR ONE LUCKY PERSON WHO LEAVES A COMMENT. 

However in the traditional spirit of Christmas and giving I'm not telling you what the prize/s will be you will just have to enter and cross everything that you win.

Gabriel's Christmas

Gabriel glanced at the long, smooth, stocking covered legs and smiled, they looked as if they were made especially. Fuck even the suspenders and panties fitted perfectly and he could have just stared all night long. Gabriel had done well as it was the first time he had got up the nerve to actually go in the shop and buy anything like this, yet the hardest part was still to come.

It was going to worth it though because everyone would be staring later, especially with the outfit he had selected to go with the underwear, a tight white pencil skirt that came down to just above the knees, loose white blouse and snow-white stilettos.

The longer Gabriel stared though the harder he could feel his cock becoming and having a hard cock was the last thing he wanted, because it would blow the illusion clean out of the window so he hurriedly finished dressing, before slipping his coat on and stepping out into the crisp, untouched, snow covered streets.

This Christmas Gabriel had finally got exactly what he wanted...to go out in his stockings as Gabrielle, the woman he knew be should always have been.

JSMorbius2012

Please follow the link below to visit all the other participants in the Blog Hop to see what other wonderful writings there are

http://tantalizingtuesday.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/christmas-blog-hop-18-21-december-2012.html