Monday 24 December 2018

Merry Christmas Darling

I had a little time this Xmas eve so I thought I'd do a little update to my stories from last Christmas Ho Ho Ho & One Last Gift

Wishing you all a happy holidays and looking forward to the year ahead.
Blurmy


“Wake up dear, it’s Christmas eve”

I opened my eyes slowly and was greeted by the familiar bedroom décor that I’d come to know over the past 363 days. I slowly began to roll over, feeling the intimate embrace of those strong arms as the white whiskers of his beard tickled my ear.

“What time is it?” I asked a little groggily, “we still have plenty to do, the reindeers need...”

“Shhh” he soothed as he put his finger to my lips “there’s no need to worry about that right now” a warm glow invading his rosy cheeks.

“Oh Santa, you randy old bugger” I laughed, adjusting my nightshirt over my ample bosom “there will be plenty of time for that once you return in the morning, honestly, you’d think after last year you’d be more focused”

“Ho ho ho, don’t forget I have you to thank for that don’t I Mrs Claus?”

Sunday 23 December 2018

Commission - Vengeance is Fat part 5

Greg sighed as he looked over a sleeping Lara or should that be a contented Lara?

He had initially been resistant to comply with Lara’s pleads for him to feed her but after seeing how serious she was to experience the lifestyle, voraciously tearing her way through the mass of Chinese food she had ordered. Finally, he relented on the proviso that there wouldn’t be anything sexual. As cute as Greg found Lara he made it be known that he wouldn’t take advantage of her while she wasn’t exactly herself.

Not that he was stingy with soothing Lara’s overstuffed belly when she requested it though, interspersing mouthfuls of noodles with tender rubs as she moaned her approval and making himself scarce when it all got too much for her and she had to pleasure herself.

Now in the midst of a well-earned food coma, Lara took up the double bed by herself, clutching her swollen stomach as she slept, a very large smile adorning her face while Greg slept on the sofa-bed, ever the gentleman.

Sunday 9 December 2018

Commission - Don't Fuck Around with Cursing

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not... Please tell me this is a joke.”

Kat could barely believe what had just been said by her fiancé Paul, what he was suggesting seemed completely unreasonable to her and he had to be joking... right?

“I know it’s ludicrous hun, believe me I do. But I honestly think it’s the easiest thing to do in the situation.”

“Paul, she’s your fucking ex! In what universe is this the easiest thing to do?!”



Yes, Paul had just broken the news to Kat that he thought that his ex-girlfriend Joanne should move in with them.

“I know, I know. It’s just that her Mom and mine were best friends while she was still alive and my Mom still has a lot of contact with Joanne, she won’t stop going on about how “a decent man would help someone he once had feelings for if he were in a position to do so” it’s easier to just help her out than constantly have her go on about it.”

“Your damn Mother is crazy! That’s not the correct relationship for ex partners to have! How on earth could she think that having her move in here would be beneficial to our relationship?! Maybe that’s it! She wants her here so that we split up!”