Feve’s 5: Tis the season to be sexy…

Erotic Stories To Sex Up Your Holidays

(with a smile)

I will be the first to tell you – and emphatically so – that erotic fiction is not my schtick.

It’s very rarely something I write (though I ‘get’ that there are folks out there who appreciate it when I do), and when I *do* write it, it is always ALWAYS with a healthy dose of humor.

It’s also something I very rarely gravitate to reading. But when I do, the same is true: I prefer that the penned sexy shenanigans put a smile on my face.

So in the spirit of sharing sexy smiles this season, I’ve culled a few Holiday tales — a few, I suspect, ring of more than just a tiny tinkling of truth — to enhance your… Errr, that is, to tweak… Or, um…

Well, y’know. To pique your interest.

And whatnot. 😉

[Titles are links; italicized green text is excerpted.]

Double Vision by Jo at Teachers Have Sex

Rita has given Joe a personalized Viewmaster for Christmas, complete with a slide-card of sexy possibilities…

He laughed.  “I see,” he said.  He held the plastic stereoscope to his eyes once more, felt for the lever on the right side of it, and pulled.

The next photo featured Rita with her robe draped around her shoulders, revealing a scarlet teddy that hugged her curves.  He felt the blood rush to his cock as he looked at his wife, looking back at him through the lens, looking back at him hungrily in real life as he took the toy away.  “Red is your color,” he said huskily, now excited to see the next photo.

…that just might be a sexy Christmas wish come true. 🙂

O Come All Ye Faithful by Ella Scandal at Scandarella

Donna is the last girlfriend left among a group of guy friends, and her boyfriend Kris has volunteered her to be a stand-in Christmas tree at their now-girlfriend-less mate Nick’s place…

Kris takes a few steps closer to me, firing the cutest wink at me before facing Nick. “We’re gonna help you festive up the joint.”

Ugh, desire has thickened his voice so much I honestly feel like I could straddle his words and ride them. He sounds so fucking sexy when he’s turned on.

It doesn’t have the same effect on Nick though, he just looks confused. “How?”

“By helping you decorate your tree.”

“I don’t have a tree, Kris. I have baubles, lights and tinsel, but Mary was always one for buying a real tree every year. She’s not here so I haven’t bothered to…yeah, no tree.”

Kris is nodding and looking smug, looking very much like he expected this. What is he up to?

He claps and points at me. “I know, that’s why I brought Donna. She’s gonna be a stand-in.”

…which makes for filthily festive ‘trimming’. 😉

Red Blooded Woman by Molly Moore at Molly’s Daily Kiss

While this is not necessarily a Christmas-y tale, it’s so easy to see it in the colored-light setting as one. (It’s also very easy to see it as a plausible reality, which begs the question: Truth or Fiction? 😉 )

A man walks into a bar…

She is smiling at me in that knowing way as if she has laid a trap and I just fallen into it. The last time she looked at me like that it was when she managed to prove me wrong with 2 sentences.

For a moment I think about wiping that triumph grin of her face with my cock but something about that thought must show on my face and she laughs.

“You sound like you won something?” I say

“No, but I think I am about to” she shoots back at me

…and finds more than just a drink waiting for him. 😉

Welcome to my workshop, little doll by Missy at submissy

This one is a true tale, written in humiliative erotic detail, of a ‘workshop toy’ going through inspection…

He tells me now that every toy is unique and that he needs to put the detail on my instructions. He explains that I am an adult toy and that he needs to see how strong my suck is. He feeds me his cock and I take it in, hungrily, glad of the distraction from what is going on. It feels familiar and I am starting to lose myself in trying to make him feel good when he pulls back and tells me to stop.

…and rigorous testing. 😉

12 at 12 by Kisungura at My Controlled Ascent

This one is likely also true – either in desire or in actuality – and seems a delightfully ‘striking’ way to ring in the New Year.

Tilting my chin with bamboo he tells me to turn, and kneel on the floor…

…goosebumps erupt across my skin as he slowly raises my satin skirt, exposing my bare rump to his eyes. He palms warm circles around and around and asks if I’m ready, before yanking down my lace thong, chafing the edges of my thighs as it rolls and pools around my knees …

(Or to ‘sting’ in the New Year.) 😛

This post is part of my Holiday Celebrations! blogging project (click the badge to see what it’s about), with appreciation for all the bloggers who share their stories – erotic and otherwise, fiction or truth or some combination of the two – all year round.