*laughing* ok who else has a Santa fetish? I don’t mean “fetish” fetish… more like a seasonal fantasy.
You see, while the Americans out there are getting ready for thanksgiving, up here in the true north, we’ve already got Santa on the mind! I am not Christian, I don’t believe in any religion actually but I love Christmas for the festivity, decorations, baking and gift giving. I don’t need a religion to make merry! And the giving and sharing and gathering of family and friends inspires spirituality naturally.
Anywhoooo.
You know those old pinup paintings of the girl in the flimsy negligee getting spanked by Santa? Yea, me like!
Plus, as soon as the stores put out the Christmas stuff, Luke starts with his Santa jokes and innuendos. He has a Santa hat that he actually wears outside around Christmas and then he starts with, “Wanna sit in my lap little girl?” and “Have you been nice or naughty?” and he has even “threatened” to buy a Santa suit just so he can,
= put a log in my fire
= crawl up my chimney
= bring milk for my cookie
The man is so lame and corny, it’s painful.
Today, I dragged out the xmas boxes and we sat and decided on our tree color theme. I am aware that there are fashionable color themes yearly and I think this year is black and red (or so I hear?!) and that’s not what I mean. We don’t have a lot of personal ornaments yet. We have a bunch that we hand painted together. We have a few we’ve bought from the One of a Kind Show which is starting again this Thursday *glee* and some other places. We also have a single ornament engraved for every year we’ve known each other. But these aren’t enough to outfit a tree. So we pick a color theme every year and fill the tree with the ordinary colored baubles and icicles and stuff. For this year I wanted to do gold, blue and silver but Luke doesn’t like the gold so we settled on silver, blue and white. I need to do a bit of shopping like a new tree skirt and matching stockings and some other decorations around the house. I want a more elegant look this year. I like to switch between the pristine fashionable magazine look and the warm homemade traditional look. Two years ago we did a real tree and we made popcorn garlands, etc. Last year, we bought one of those artificial self-lit, keep its shape trees just to have one if we didn’t feel like having a real tree which comes in handy this year since I’ll be gone the week before Christmas on a vacation with my family so a real tree would have been too much for Luke. With the artificial tree, I can set it up before I leave and he doesn’t have to worry about watering it or making sure it doesn’t catch on fire.
Also on traditions… next week I am making gingerbread cookies and then we decorate them with the family. It’s a yearly thing and so much fun. I love baking but I am not too crazy about decorating. My mom and sister however do enjoy it quite a bit. So we get together, I bake, they decorate then we keep some and wrap others for gift giving. It’s fun! This year, I am also taking some glass ornaments for us to decorate for their tree. They are just glass ornaments and I am taking stuff to decorate them with. My plan is for everyone to put a little bit of themselves in each of the ornaments by writing something on a bit of paper that we’ll fold and put inside the ornaments. I think it’ll be fun!
Another first, I think we might attempt decorating the outside of our house with lights this year. I am still not sure if it’s something we can manage because neither of us ever has but we now have a house so why not? We are certainly thinking on it.
I am going to post pictures of the cookies and the tree and anything else fun as soon as it’s up.
I am still miserable with my flu but I am getting in the spirit!
Yay!
bit-o-fun:
As I was finishing writing this post…
Luke: if you could only breathe through your nose
Me: …. um what? (dazed by accumulation of mucus and distracted by post writing, wondering faintly if something stinks)
Luke: blow job
Me: Oh (thinking to myself “duh” and toying with the idea of saying “the only reason you’d care for me to get better is so I could suck you off”… in a teasing fashion of course, decide against it)
The poor sweetie has been rather stressed out with work lately and has had so much to do he’s only had time for work and sleep essentially. So just as I finally finish the post he kind looks up at me and says,
“I am going to spank you just to hear the sound”
Which, of course, does all kinds of things to me. I have a burst of butterflies that aren’t content to stay in my belly but insist on exploring both my pussy and my chest. One or two make it all the way up to my brain causing my mind to stutter all over itself,
why did he give me an explanation?
oh *infatuated sigh* he is using me as stress relief, I am a stress ball *glee*
did he want me to think it wasn’t punishment? Is that why? Oh is this so I won’t confused this with the dreaded, promised punishment spanking? *butterflies do flips in unison*
“Wait in the kitchen” he says causing even more butterfly action and now I am standing in the kitchen wondering if he read my last post or if he is more of an exhibitionist than I thought and then he walks in and my mind goes quiet.
He squeezes my breasts through my t-shirt.
“Show them to me”
I do. He commences squeezing, pinching, sucking, biting, pulling, etc making me gasp and moan. Then he grabs the damn spatula and sits on a kitchen chair and I am over his lap.
I had imagined this was going to be a light spanking. I now feel pity for stress balls. It wasn’t a very hard spanking per se but light, it was not. I myself was so distracted by my stinging bottom that the sound of wood against skin did not register for me. I did, however, managed to yelp and moan enough to give him an earful! I mean seriously. That little thing stings!
He finally puts the spatula away. I sigh a sigh of relief which turns into yet another yelp as his hand makes contact. After an implement so light, inflexible and stingy, his large hand feels forceful. Did I mention his other hand was on my breasts the whole time, pulling on my nipples to change the pitch of each moan. Finally he slips me off his lap, gives my breasts and sore ass another few pinches and squeezes and we both go back to our works.
I have just settled back when he looks up again. My smarting bottom was not enough stress relief.
“Show me your tits” he calls over and I obey from where I sit.
“Pinch your nipples.” I do.
“Pull them” Yes Sir.
Oh he is jacking off to me kneading my breasts and pinching and pulling my nipples. I am incredibly turned on. I am now being used as live porn. I put on a show.
He cums.
Now he’s had enough stress relief. He goes back to work.
I am incredibly wet and needy.
My body does a self assessment and remembers it’s sick.
I still can’t stop smiling.
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