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Tasty Christmas Treats

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Tasty Christmas Treats

“It’s my turn to taste you. Lay down.”

I don’t object and lie down on the sofa. He peels off my velvet thong, so that I’m left just wearing the Santa hat.

How festive.

He reaches over to the end table next to the sofa. Just then I realize there are bottles and mugs, candy canes and marshmallows sitting on the end table.

“What are you going to do with all that?”

“Turn you into a tasty smorgasbord of Christmas treats.”

I don’t question it. I just wish I had known it was there. I would have used some on him. Of course! Some of those bottles must be responsible for his tasty jingle balls and candy cock. I have plenty of stuff at the store that I had special-ordered in holiday flavors.

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Tasty Christmas Treats © 2008 by Roxanne Rhoads

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Tasty Christmas Treats

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Dedication:

To my sexy husband Robert. I can't wait to try the candy cane trick with you.

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Tasty Christmas Treats

It’s the night before Christmas Eve, and exhaustion is taking over . Long holiday hours have had me on my feet for over twelve hours. I feel like

Santa’s little slut, passing out sex toys to all the naughty girls and boys.

All day bagging, boxing and gift wrapping dildos, vibrators, lingerie, massage oils, lubes, XXX rated DVDs, erotic books and artwork. My feet ache and my brain is screaming at me “tired, so so tired, must rest!” But my body is horny as hell: side effect of working around sex all day. Some people say it numbs them. Not me, it just makes me hornier. Sex is so wonderful.

That’s why the store is mine, my creation. It’s kinda like a Lover’s

Lane only better, with more selection, higher quality items and one-of-a-

kind custom gifts. You know, like original erotic paintings, custom ordered erotica and more. You would be surprised at how busy an upscale adult store gets during the holidays.

I usually don’t wait on customers. Most of my time is spent tucked away in my office or in the art studio, but during the holidays my hands get dirty just like the hired help. I’ve been calling them my naughty little elves lately. The girls (and one guy) have been dressing for work this year in some of the less revealing Christmas lingerie that the store sells. I

think that’s one reason the store is even more popular this season than it has been in years past. Who wouldn’t want to Christmas shop in a store where you’re waited on by very attractive clerks in hot little Christmas outfits?

Kerry is the most popular sales clerk: tall, long dark hair, big blue eyes and totally stacked. Watching her walk around in red velvet boy

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shorts and a matching tank top and hat drives me crazy, and I’m completely heterosexual. Maybe. Her breasts spill over the edges of the tank top, and her ass cheeks peek out from the shorts. I can just imagine her effect on the male customers.

Then there’s Mike. Yum. Six-pack abs, muscles everywhere, tan, smooth skin, and long dark hair. At night he’s a stripper at a local club.

During the day he works for me and gets a big discount on his stage clothes. The ladies really love looking at his body. So do I. Thank God my husband isn’t the jealous type. Anyway, Marc, my husband, comes in to the store to get his own fill of sexy eye candy. So we’re even.

There’s plenty of eye candy to go around. I don’t think there’s anything to worry about though, I’m pretty sure Kerry and Mike are an item, but they keep it under wraps.

Why?

I don’t know. It’s my store, and I don’t have a problem with them dating, so the secrecy must stem from something else.

My un i fo rm  o f t h e d ay  i s  a lo n g  red  v elv et  go w n  w it h  so ft  w h it e marabou trim around the top and bottom. Thank goodness it isn’t too cold yet or I’d be freezing my butt off. Not even any snow. It just doesn’t seem right when there’s no snow at Christmas. Its absence seems to take away part of the holiday magic, but it is nice that I can still wear heels.

Though on days like today, I kick them off about halfway through.

The thought of putting those heels back on to go home makes me cringe, but I can’t very well walk through a cold parking lot barefoot, can’t drive without shoes either. One of these days I really need to remember to take an extra pair of slippers or tennis shoes to the store.

When I get to a red light I stretch my cramped muscles while waiting impatiently for the light to change. My feet are killing me. Almost home.

Maybe Marc will give me a foot rub. I’ll put on the sexy little number currently tucked away in my bag; it might help with the persuasion.

It has been such a long day and busy, busy, busy. Thank God for

Kerry. She helps keep things under control. She is so good with everything. Then there’s Chrissy, my cousin. She likes driving me crazy.

She’s two years younger than me, and we pretty much grew up together.

Our moms are sisters and they were always working, which left me and

Chrissy alone together. I love her to death…but… she’s always had…issues. I don’t want to be cruel and call her a slut, but she’s definitely promiscuous and totally indiscreet. She’s a borderline nymphomaniac, well, maybe not borderline.

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Some days she thinks of the store more as a strip club or brothel than an upscale adult retailer for women and couples. Twice I’ve caught her in the dressing room having sex with a customer…or two. She really loved the fact that I suggested they wear lingerie for the holidays, except today she took it too far. Her outfit—if you could call it that—was completely see-through. Chrissy is beautiful, small and blond and busty.

Her petite body is all curves, in all the right places. Her transparent outfit shocked plenty until it was brought to my attention, and I made her change.

She and Kerry are still at the store. Extended hours for the holidays.

We stay open until midnight. Hopefully Kerry can keep Chrissy under control.

Chrissy seems to be in rare form for Christmas. She had mistletoe tied around her waist earlier today, and asked several of the male customers if they would like to kiss her under the mistletoe. One guy said, “Yes,”

and she pulled up the green velvet nightie I had made her change into.

No undies underneath. The guy kissed her bare pussy in front of everyone in the store! Sales went through the roof, but so did I. I was hot and not in a sexy, good way.

It is hard—no pun intended—for a woman in the sex industry to get respect. I try to put a positive spin on sex and female sexuality with the products I create and sell. Chrissy just puts her sex on display.

Sometimes, my head tells me she is purposefully trying to sabotage me.

My heart says no, she’s your cousin

, but…

We’ve always been competitive—jobs, school, sports, guys

—but I

think she’s jealous. I don’t know why, she’s always been the bright beautiful blonde. Growing up, I was the dark dork. She had no problem getting her own guys but had to have mine, too. She slept with too many of my boyfriends in high school and college. Once, I walked in on them going at it in my dorm room, in my bed.

What can I do though? She’s my cousin, and it’s been rough for her.

Her mom died right before my high school graduation. Chrissy was only a sophomore. She moved in with me and my mom. She took it real bad and hasn’t been the same since. After that, she became really promiscuous.

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I  am  so  g lad  t o  b e o ut  o f t h at  st o re a n d o n  m y w ay h o m e t o  m y gorgeous, sexy hunk of a husband. Marc is the only guy that didn’t take

Chrissy up on her offer of sex, even though she has tried several times.

He is all mine. I sigh and think he will make me forget about the store and Chrissy for a while.

I  pull into the driveway, carefully enter the garage, grab my bag and almost run into the house I am so happy to be there. I walk in the side door, kick off my heels, and throw my coat on the rack. “Honey, I’m home,” I call softly.

Marc pads barefoot out of the living room onto the hardwood floor of the dining room and comes up behind me. His strong arms wrap around me. Now I’m home. I melt against him, falling into my safe, warm place.

“Long day again, babe?”

I laugh. “You’d be surprised at how many people buy vibrators as gifts!”

“Maybe they aren’t gifts. You know, a lot of people are lonely during the holidays.” He sounds sad for the lonely people. That’s Marc: sweet, caring, always thinking about other people.

I sigh. “Yeah, you could be right. I’m so glad I have you. Being lonely sucks, especially during the holidays.”

“Don’t we both know it,” he says into my hair as he nuzzles against me.

Marc and I both suffered through our share of loneliness before finding each other. An only child raised by a single mom that worked two and sometimes three jobs to make ends meet, growing up, Chrissy was all   had to keep me company. Marc’s parents and younger sister

I

were killed when he was seventeen. We found each other in college.

Marc turns me around so I face him in the dim light of the hallway.

He plants a sensual kiss on my tired lips. That kiss lights a fire deep inside me. The tiredness slips away, replaced by desire. Seven years of being together and Marc can still make me burn for him with just a look, or a kiss, or sometimes just his deep sexy voice sends ripples of need throughout my body.

He pulls away and looks at me with a mischievous twinkle in his dark blue eyes. “There’s a bubble bath waiting for you. Go unwind and relax, and then meet me in the living room when you are done.”

I start to walk away and head to the bedroom.

“Hey Kell, let me know when you’re on your way to the living room okay?”

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“Sure, babe,” I reply with a smile. I wonder what he’s up to. That’s another thing I love about him—he is always full of surprises. Good, fun and sometimes very sexy surprises.

I grab my bag and make my way to the bathroom. My breath catches as I walk into a sensual delight. Scented candles are everywhere—apple cinnamon, vanilla, and something luxuriously spicy. The room is filled with my favorite fragrances. I strip naked, wrap my long dark hair up in a clip and climb into the big tub filled with hot bubbles. They instantly drain the stress from my body and ease my tired aching muscles. All my troubles seem miles away. The bubble bath is peppermint. I’m going to smell like a holiday treat.

Drifting off for a quick second, I’m roused by ringing. I sit up and listen, but don’t hear anything. Maybe it was a dream.

Suddenly, wide awake and refreshed, I wonder what Marc has planned for us. Curiosity gnaws at me. I hurriedly scrub my body, get myself all nice and squeaky clean, and climb out of the tub. My worries and stress are sucked down the drain with the bathwater.

I wrap up in the green fluffy towel Marc has left for me, dry off, apply some body lotion and slip on my naughty Christmas lingerie. It’s a red crushed velvet thong, matching bra top and a cute Santa hat. I have red heels to go with it but you couldn’t pay me to put heels back on at this moment.

I let my hair down and brush it out until it glows softly next to my creamy skin. I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment. I love the way I

look in candlelight. All flaws disappear and the good qualities really stand out. It brings out the soft ivory tone of my skin and makes my hair glitter with copper and golden highlights. My dark blue eyes shine brightly with violet swirls and a hint of mischief. I blow out the candles and step out into the hall.

“Hey darling, here I come,” I half-yell down the hall.

“All right,” comes from the living room.

I walk down the hall. Soft Christmas music plays over the speakers, and the twinkling lights of the tree glitter on the floor and walls. I walk into the living room and find my husband naked—with the exception of ribbons and bows—with candy canes hanging from his very erect penis.

It’s cheesy and sexy all at the same time.

I laugh. “You’re the best looking Christmas present I’ve ever seen.” I

walk up to him. “Can I un-wrap you?”

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“You can do whatever you want with me. By the way, you’re looking pretty hot yourself,” He smiles that gorgeous seductive grin of his.

The dark metallic ribbons are a stunning contrast against his naturally bronze skin which is now glowing in the Christmas lights. I

can’t wait to unwrap my sexy present.

From the other room, my cell phone rings. I look at Marc.

“Don’t even think about it,” he softly growls.

“But it could be the store…”

“Kerry has it under control. Mike is with her. They’ll keep an eye on

Chrissy.”

“But…” He puts his finger over my lips, “Shhh!”

Okay, I’m not going to argue with a naked man tied up in ribbons and bows. Can’t pass this up. It’s not something a girl sees every day, not even someone in my line of work.

I ditch the bra top, it's better to have my breasts un-encumbered. I

kiss my husband, and then start untying the ribbons on his body. I start with the one around his neck and work my way down. I undo them slowly and trail the ribbons over his skin, making him squirm and wriggle. As I move lower, my nipples graze his chest. My hair falls over him and trails down his body. The ribbons and my nipples are as good as any foreplay tool.

Moving farther down, untying the ribbon around his waist, getting down on my knees, I see the excitement in his eyes. While I’m down there, I trace around the edge of his belly button with my tongue. He quivers and gasps. His cock is long and hard, waiting for me. Six candy canes are strung along his shaft. I carefully remove each one with my mouth, grazing his tight firm skin with my lips and my teeth as I do it.

Removing the candy canes leaves only a big bow tied at the base of him. I undo that with my mouth too... I caress him, teasing the smooth velvet tip, running my fingertips up and down his rigid shaft, gently trailing my fingernails across him. He squirms, mouth open, eyes wide looking down at me.

I guide him to my mouth, kissing the head and flicking my tongue across the tip. He tastes like peppermint, like the candy canes. I lick him from tip to base and back up again like a lollypop or an ice cream cone that I don’t want to melt. The taste of him, mixed with the candy canes, is a scrumptious treat. I continue up and down, up and down and then slide my mouth over just the tip and suck. More peppermint. Yummy.

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He makes a low sound deep in his throat, almost a growl, as he tries to push farther into my mouth, but I draw him out and go back to licking and teasing. Every touch, every lick, caress and flick of my tongue brings noises of pleasure and need from deep in his chest. His knees begin to buckle. I push him over to the sofa and sit him down.

My phone rings again. I stiffen and twitch a little but ignore it. I have better things to do.

I spread his legs and push my body between them. I lick again from tip to base then down farther, licking the joint where thigh meets groin. I

swirl my tongue across smooth-shaven, hairless testicles and then farther to the hidden area underneath. The flavor changes from peppermint to something more male. My tongue tingles and my senses heighten from his aroma and the taste of his intimate areas.

I continue to tease and torment the line from his testicles to his anus then back to his testicles. I take each ball into my mouth gently, one at a time, and suck. He gasps and whimpers, writhing against me.

I move back up his shaft with my tongue leaving his balls cupped in my hand. I lightly caress them and run my fingernails over them. Louder moans come from him. I pull him between my lips, draw him in deep, swallowing his length. He groans and cries out. “Oh God, Kelly, don’t stop, baby don’t stop!”

His hips buck against me as I suck down his shaft, struggling to keep him in my mouth. I stroke him with my mouth, up and down. He is so hard. It’s like sucking on a silk-covered candy cane. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me up and away from him.

“Okay, I changed my mind. You have to stop. If you keep going like that I won’t get to do other things.” He smiles at me with that naughty twinkle in his eye.

I pull myself up and slide over his body, capturing his lips with my teeth and gently nibbling at them.

“It’s my turn to taste you. Lay down.”

I don’t object and lie down on the sofa. He peels off my velvet thong, so I am left just wearing the Santa hat.

How festive.

He reaches over to the end table next to the sofa. Just then I realize there are bottles and mugs, candy canes and marshmallows sitting on the end table.

“What are you going to do with all that?”

“Turn you into a tasty smorgasbord of Christmas treats.”

I don’t question it, just wish I had known it was there. I would have used some on him.

Of course!

Some of those bottles must be responsible

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for his tasty jingle balls and candy cock. There’s plenty of that stuff at the store that was special-ordered in holiday flavors.

He grabs a mug and carefully drips something warm and thick onto my nipples. He sets the mug back down, head falling to my chest, and begins to lick the thick liquid from me. His tongue is exquisite. I’ve never met a man that can use his tongue like Marc. He can flick it on me anywhere, and I’ll be writhing, needing for it to be in other places.

I’m not paying attention to anything but his tongue on my breasts, when warm liquid oozes around the outer folds of my pussy and his fingers begin rubbing it into my skin. Ohh, it’s so warm and feels so good. I’m already hot, and he’s making me melt. After a few more moments of teasing my breasts, he edges his way down.

He moves into position, and my hips rise to meet him as he slides his face between my thighs. He kisses me deeply and passionately, like my nether lips can kiss him back. His hot breath tickles as the lotion he uses responds and turns my skin into pleasurable fire. His tongue darts out and flicks against my outer lips. He makes long strokes around the edge of my opening and up to my clit where he rolls his tongue over and around it and then back down to my opening before plunging his tongue deeply inside me. I moan, feeling like hot melted butter in his mouth.

He grabs something else off the table and rubs it on me. It’s warm and gooey. A marshmallow. Sticky. He eats it off me as I squirm against his mouth. He grabs something else. A candy cane. What is he going to—

ooh, it slides inside me, cool and hard. He thrusts the peppermint in and out of me as he nibbles on my clit. The cool tingling sensations feel good after the heat of the cinnamon oil and sticky heat of the melted marshmallow.

He pulls the candy cane out and thrusts in and out with his tongue, then exchanges that for a finger as his mouth draws in my clit, sucking gently at first, and then harder. I cry out and push my pelvis against his face. He keeps sucking me and flicking his tongue across me while simultaneously plunging one, then two fingers inside me. His fingers swirl in my wetness, moving in and out and around in circles driving me wild. The warmth begins to build, pressure and pleasure combined, pulsing over me, through me. I scream with pleasure  as I convulse against him.

I continue to quiver against him as he lazily swirls his tongue around, lapping at my pussy, getting all of the Christmas flavor from my folds and creases. His eyes roll up to look at me, and I spasm again, just from

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the site of his gorgeous eyes looking at me while licking my most intimate parts.

When I finally stop quivering, he pulls himself up and slides across my body. His lips are slick and sticky from me, cinnamon oil, marshmallow and candy cane. I kiss him, tasting myself and all the flavors, then stick my tongue inside his mouth to get every drop that he had tasted.

His cock is hard against me, so ready, waiting at my opening. I

wiggle my hips and push against his tip then lift my hips to meet him and help him bury his shaft inside. He pushes and pushes until he is in me completely as my body convulses around him, quivering with need.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard, Marc!” I whimper in his ear.

“Oh God, baby, oh yeah.” He thrusts into me deeply, pushing until he can go no farther.

He pumps his hips and thrusts hard and deep into me. My Santa hat tumbles off and my hair spills out around me and hangs off the sofa. I

grab his shoulders and run my hands down his back feeling his muscles move, rippling with strength. His long hard cock feels like it is splitting me open. I moan with pleasure, arch my back and dig my nails into him.

A deep guttural sound erupts from low in his throat as he pumps hard and fast. I raise my hips and spread my legs as far apart as they will go, encouraging him deeper.

The warmth spreads through me again. Pressure builds. My pussy quivers and pulsates all around him. Everything is shaking and buzzing as I buck against him, crying out loud moans of ecstasy. A rush of warmth spreads between my legs as I dig my heels into his butt. He pumps faster and faster until he jerks and looses his rhythm, and then stiffens. His cock grows rigid and shoots liquid fire into me causing me to orgasm again. Then he falls limp on top of me.

We lay there in a sweaty sticky heap. Ribbons are scattered all around us and on top of us. I’m not quite sure how that happened. Our bodies stick together, and little pulsations still squeeze him inside me while his twitching slows.

“Oh! My! God! Marc! That was so incredible.”

“And edible.” He laughs.

“Yes, a tasty treat.” I giggle. Post coital afterglow has a tendency to make us silly. Especially when the sex is really, really good.

“You were my little sexy smorgasbord.”

“And you were my beefcake buffet.” I start giggling uncontrollably.

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“Uhmm, that feels really good… and look, your beautiful titties are bouncing all over the place.”

His erection grows inside me. I squirm against him, wiggling as seductively as I can while still pinned under him. “Ready for round two already?”

“You better believe it!”

“What else you got on that little buffet over there?”

“I got all kinds of goodies—powdered sugar, whipped cream, hot chocolate on a warmer, cinnamon sticks, candy canes, apple cider, honey…”

“Good, I’m hungry.” I start to giggle and can’t stop. Must have been the combination of lack of sleep and good sex with a lot of orgasms.

“Your turn to lie down, I’m going to use you as a plate and eat off of you.”

“You can use me how ever you want, Babe. I’m yours.”

The phone rings again. Someone is being persistent, it must be important. Marc gets up with a groan and goes to the kitchen to grab it.

He answers, and then he curses.

“We’ll be there as soon as we can,” he says as he stomps back into the living room.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“That was Kerry. Get dressed we have to go to the store,” he says gruffly.

“Why?”

“Why else? Chrissy!”

“Oh, no, what did she do now?”

“Kerry was busy with a customer, Mike left to get food, and apparently Chrissy has been tipping back spiked eggnog all day, so she’s been even worse than usual. While everyone was busy, she laid herself out like a buffet…naked…and rubbed samples of all the Christmas flavors of oils, lubes, and lotions all over her body and offered customers to taste her—”

I gasp and sit there staring at him, jaw hanging down. This is beyond anything she’s ever done before. I finally manage to ask, “What else?”

“Apparently, a couple of guys started fighting over her when one actually dropped his pants and was going to do her right there on the counter—”

“

Oh, my God

!”

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“That’s not all, the two guys duked it out in the middle of the store.

The cops were called. They are there now. Waiting for the owner.”

Shit, shit, shit.

Chrissy is so fired. I am so screwed. I could be sued. I

could get shut down for lewd behavior, prostitution, oh God, who knows what they’ll do. I run around the house, quickly wash the stickiness off my body, throw on some clothes and bolt out the door.

Marc is already waiting with the car running.

When we arrive at the store, it seems a little quiet. We walk in, and see Mike and Kerry at the counter.

“Where is everyone? Where’s Chrissy?” I ask, my voice a bit shrieky.

“The cops let the guys go, no one was hurt. No one wanted to press charges. I think they were a little embarrassed by their behavior,” Kerry said with a half grin. “I’m really sorry, Kell, I should have kept an eye on

Chrissy better, but Mike left to get food then we got slammed, and I had this customer that wanted a shoe size we didn’t have on the floor, and we were in the back room, and all the sudden those two guys were yelling and throwing punches,” she said without a breath. I know she feels badly.

“It’s not your fault, Kerry. Where’s Chrissy?”

“She’s in the back with one of the nice police officers… Kell wait…”

I don’t wait. I storm into the back room ready to tear Chrissy apart, expecting her to be in tears or doing her usual coy routine trying to flirt herself out of trouble. Instead, I find her spread-eagle on a store room table with the nice police officer’s face buried between her legs. He is licking her clit and thrusting his billy club in and out of her pussy. His very large cock is hanging out of his undone pants. He is murmuring, “Umm, you taste like cinnamon and apples, oh this spot tastes like peppermint…”

Backing out of the room I stifle a giggle. The good officer hasn’t noticed me, but Chrissy opens her eyes and winks.

Damn, how does she get these guys to act like fools?

As I walk back to the front of the store, there’s a bottle on the floor. I

pick it up and read, Tasty Treats Lick-able Love Oil, Apple Cinnamon Flavor, Infused with Human Pheromones

. The bottle is empty. Then I spot another under the thong rack, same thing only Peppermint, also empty.

Chrissy’s secret of the day is revealed—pheromones. I knew something was up. She can make men do crazy things, but not out in the open where everyone can see. I have never really believed that pheromones work, but I do now! The pheromones must have pushed her

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t o  b e  m o r e  o v e r  t h e  t o p  t h a n  u s u a l ,  c o m b i n e d  w i t h  t h e  a l c o h o l …  o h wow, lethal combination!

I continue up to the front and tell Kerry and Mike they can leave.

Marc and I close up while we wait for Chrissy and Officer Brandon—

Kerry had told me his name. They finally come out of the back room, both looking a little disheveled and smelling of sex.

Chrissy has her green nightie back on, and Officer Brandon wears that goofy look some men get after sex. He is really good looking now that I can see his face, and really tall.

“Well, Miss…Mrs. Drake, no harm done. In the spirit of the holidays, I’ll let this slide. Just keep your eye on Chrissy here, she’s a wild one.”

He looks at her with a silly grin. “I’ll be keeping my eye on you little lady.” He gives her a wink, turns and leaves.

Marc lets him out the front while Chrissy apologizes profusely. “I

don’t know what got into me, Kell. I am so,  , sorry.” She throws her so arms around me and starts crying.

I pat her on the back and say, “It’s okay. Just don’t let it happen again. I don’t want to lose my store. You took care of it… this time.”

She sniffles and wraps up in her long winter leather.

“You go ahead and go home. Marc and I will finish locking up. And by the way, stay away from the pheromones.”

She smiles. It’s the same smile she’s used all her life, and it always works. I can’t stay mad at her. She’s family.

I grab my coat and head to the front door where Marc is waiting, and then I spy a shelf of bottles reading:

Tasty Treats

. I pocket two and walk away with a smile. We are going to have a very good Christmas. When we get home, we can continue where we left off. Especially now that I

have some extra special

Tasty Treats to sample.

“What’s that wicked little grin for?” he asks with a puzzled look when I meet him at the door.

“Oh, you’ll see,” I say with the most seductive voice I can manage before giggles erupt.

“I can’t wait.” He grins.

Me neither, I think as a shiver of anticipation travels down my spine and settles in a low moist place.

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About the Author

Roxanne Rhoads is a freelance writer, erotica author, and poet, writing everything from articles to web content. Her writing has appeared in

Playgirl

Magazine and on numerous Web sites as well as in several print anthologies and e-books.

Tasty Christmas Treats is her first publication with Eternal Press. Visit her at www.RoxannesRealm.blogspot.com.

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Paper Chains by Sharie Silva

On a Holiday shopping trip to the mall, Evelyn is mortified when her friends dare her to sit on Santa’s lap. Until…she notices Santa’s sexy

“helper”. When he asks her out, Evelyn is thrilled at her chance for a hot holiday encounter. Will she get the gift she longs for with a bit of

Christmas magic along the way? Find out in this festive erotic tale that is sure to provide a whole new meaning to the words, “Naughty” and

“Nice”

He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. The gentleness with which they combed her silky tresses made her lean her head into his touch. He leaned over and brushed his lips across her neck in light kisses. The goose bumps on her arms returned, this time for a more thrilling reason. Evelyn moaned.

Her fingers found his nipples and began caressing them.

Cole grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back her head so that s h e  c o u l d  l o o k  u p  a t  h i m .  H e  k i ssed her long and hard. His tongue parted her lips and toyed with the tip of her tongue. He took her breath away, and for a moment, her mind panicked.

He released her suddenly, and she quickly realized she wanted more.

She curled her fingers on top of his broad chest and slowly raked her nails downward, gently at first, and then harder and harder as his nipples erected in response.

“So, you like it rough?” his voice whispered in her ear.

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Rough Caress by Lisabet Sarai

Devotion and discipline. Power and surrender. The thrill of watching a slave suffer willingly at your hands. The ecstasy discovered in giving yourself to another to be used and abused. Lisabet Sarai offers up fourteen erotic stories that explore the emotional side of dominance and submission. In the farmlands of Nebraska, the streets of Bangkok, the brownstones of New York and the red light district of Amsterdam, men and women experience the extremes of pleasure and the flashes of truth to be found in BDSM. Rough Caress collects some of Sarai's best known

BDSM fiction as well as offering several brand new stories.

He halts in front of a rack holding wooden rods of varying diameters and lengths. I have small hands; I could not get my thumb and forefinger around one of the thickest. The thinnest are perhaps a quarter-inch in diameter, like the sticks used to mount children's balloons.

When he releases his hold on my nipple, I still feel the echo of his fingers on my throbbing flesh. "Bend over," he orders. Trembling with fearful excitement, I bend at the waist. I rest my hands on my thighs for support, but he can see that I am not comfortable. He flips my skirt up, b a r i n g  m y  b u t t o c k s .  " D o n ' t  m o v e , "  h e  c a u t i o n s ,  a n d  t h e n  d i s a p p e a r s , leaving me alone in this awkward and obscene position.

He is gone for what feels like forever. Slight currents of air brush my exposed ass like ghostly fingers. My engorged pudenda ache for his touch, and the scent of my lust is stronger than ever. Sweat trickles down my neck, dampening my hair. My heart sounds so loudly in my ears, I

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do not even hear him when he returns. He has a folding stepladder, which he assembles and places in front of me. "Hold on to this."

The position is more stable and places far less strain on my back.

"Thank you, Master," I whisper, once again marveling at how finely tuned he is to my needs.

He slips a casual finger into my soaking cunt and wriggles it around.

"You certainly are wet, Sarah." My pelvis churns at his touch. Without thought, I grind myself against his hand. I am rewarded by a sharp slap on my butt cheek. "Be still!" he says softly. "I did not give you permission to move."

He continues to explore my well-lubricated folds. Meanwhile I press my lips together and tighten all my muscles, struggling to obey his directive of immobility.

"What are you thinking, little slut?" he whispers in my ear. "Tell me."

I can hardly speak, aroused and taut as I am. "That I'm yours," I gasp, finally. "That I would do anything for you." "Really? Well, we'll see about that, won't we?" His voice holds that familiar hint of mockery, but I can tell he is pleased. He pulls his hand abruptly from my sex, and I almost cry out in disappointment. "Now, let me think about this..."

I can hear him rummaging among the dowels. My mind paints pictures of what he will do, what he will choose. I see him easing the fattest rod into my cunt. My sex spasms at the thought, and an electric thrill seizes my clit. But then, why would I think he'd prefer my cunt to my rear hole? He's told me, often, that taking me anally is the purest form of domination. What if he forces a dowel into my ass, presented so conveniently to him here in the aisle of this hardware store, where anyone could watch and observe my total degradation?

I almost come with that thought. But as usual, he surprises me. Just as

I am getting control of myself, I hear a swooshing sound, and something burns a fiery track across my left buttock. Before I can recover, my right cheek is symmetrically assaulted. Tears rise and spill down my face at the sudden, spectacular pain.

I tense, expecting more blows, but instead there is the blessed relief of his palm, delicately stroking my inflamed skin. "Yes," he says, "this should do quite nicely, seeing as birch switches are fairly hard to come by in the city..." He circles me, raises me up, and deposits a gentle kiss on my grateful lips. "Don't you think that this will work well, Sarah?"

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The Duchess by Rhonda Parish

With the Duke always away on business, what is a Duchess to do? How about entertain herself by teaching some of her loyal subjects a few new tricks? What starts out as a passing fancy to keep amused, soon becomes an all-encompassing obsession that takes on a life of its own. As more and more people become playthings in the Duchess' voyeuristic and sadistic game, it becomes clear that even the Duke himself isn't safe from her machinations!

"Don't you want to touch me Ferrin?" she purred, extending one curved fingernail and letting it trail across his shoulder. It caught upon the rough homespun fabric of his shirt and stuttered its way across his back.

Each tiny jolt resonated throughout his entire being.

"Yes."

The Duchess paused, stopping directly in front of him and looking at him with that now familiar quirked eyebrow. "Yes what?"

"Yes I want to touch you."

A feral smile spread across her lips and he dropped his gaze to the ground, ashamed of himself, of his lack of willpower, but unwilling to take back the words he'd just spoken.

At that precise moment she knew she had him; he was hers to do with as she wanted—whatever she wanted. Whatever she dared. The possibilities made butterflies erupt in her stomach and her pussy tingle.

It straightened her back, added steel to her voice. The purr vanished and

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her words became sharp, crisp commands. Ferrin had given up any chance of wielding even the slightest bit of control in this situation.

"Then touch me, peasant."

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