Page 19 of Santa's Dark Secret

There are twelve months in the year, and considering the five checkbox wishes you so graciously allowed me to make this past Christmas, I’m going to go ahead and assume having twelve wishes really isn’t too much to ask. Though, I was thoroughly exhausted after your last visit. I don’t know if my lady taco can physically handle any more than five wishes, but as we recently discovered, I’m more than up for a good challenge.

By the way, you completely rocked my world in case you hadn’t realized. I just hate that you had to leave, but I get it.

So, here’s the deal. Every month, I’m going to come and sit right here on the edge of this stupid fountain and send you my wish. As for the letter, I have no idea if you’re actually going to get it or if all of this is going to be some big waste of time. But I’m committed now.

There’s no going back.

Anyway, for my first wish this Christmas. I think it comes as no surprise that I need you to take me the second you see me. It’s going to be a looooong year waiting for you to appear in my stupidly cramped living room, so we’re going to need a quickie just to get it out of our systems. After that, we can take our time! Might I suggest throwing me up against the wall and slamming inside of me? Don’t worry, I’ll be ready for you this year. No accidentally falling asleep this time.

Anyway, that’s it. I don’t really know what else I’m supposed to say, only that I kinda miss you. Is that ridiculous?

Love always,

Your Christmess Eve Stalkee.

I’m not exactly thrilled with my letter, but honestly, I have no idea what I’m supposed to say to the guy who’s been stalking me for the past twenty years. He thoroughly rocked my world, and if I’m completely honest, it took well over three days before I was able to walk around without feeling exactly where he’d been. I loved every second of it.

Christmas morning came, and I didn’t even notice how alone I was. All I could think about was the night I’d just spent with a man who I think is amazing. Truth be told, I guess I don’treally know. He’s the perfect stranger, and yet, I feel like my soul instantly knew him. That’s weird, right?

Fuck.

Feeling the chill of the late January air, I stand from the fountain’s edge and turn to look at what’s usually flowing water. My plan was to toss the letter into the water, just like I’d tossed the penny in, but I suppose that’s not going to work today considering it’s completely frozen over.

Trying to figure out a plan, I shamelessly search around the fountain, probably looking like a fucking idiot, before finally finding a loose tile along the fountain edge and lifting it up. Sliding the Christmas letter wish beneath it, I let out a heavy breath, and deciding there’s no going back now, I lower the tile back down and walk away, hoping like hell he receives it.

FEBRUARY

To the Midnight Pussy Penetrator with Exceptional Tongue Game,

Sooo . . . I wasn’t going to tell you this, but I lied in my last letter.

I don’t just kinda miss you. I miss you a lot, which I feel really stupid about. I didn’t realize I could become so attached to someone after only one night. But then, is it only just one night? It’s more like 20 years of thinking about you. Wondering who you are and what kind of man you became. (By the way, I really appreciate the kind of man you’ve grown into. Like really, really appreciate it.)

It’s been two months since Christmas, and I still haven’t figured out how to write a proper letter to you. I’m still stuck on what to say. Hell, I don’t even know if you’re getting these or not, but like I said in my last letter, I’m committed now. I’m seeing this through right until I get to see you again.

So, here I go, for my second wish, Mr. Genie, I need you to keep exploring my small apartment. By this point, we would have already screwed up against the wall, but I feel as though the kitchen counter is missing out. So, why don’t we head over there and give the walls of the kitchen something to talk about? I’ve been thinking about that skilled tongue of yours a lot, so let’s put it back into action. Spread my thighs and go to town with that mouth. Make my whole body crumble, but also, be creative about it. I want to feel as though I’m the most desirable woman in the world.

Love Always,

Santa’s Favorite Ho!

MARCH

To the Dick-Me-Down Demon,

We’re three months into the year and I’m already going crazy. To put it bluntly, I’m horny as all hell! What are the chances of an accidental pre-Christmas sacrificial fucking? I know it’s against the rules and all that, and I’m sure granting Christmas wishes outside of the giving season is frowned upon,but damn. I have an itch and it desperately needs to be scratched.

How am I supposed to last till the end of the year? I’ve run my batteries dead on every single one of my vibrators, but despite how I loved my vibrators before, they’re not even getting the job done. You ruined me for everything else. Though I suppose that’s on me. I wished for you to fuck me so good that nothing else could ever compare. I didn’t realize just how literally you’d take that.

Orgasms aren’t even fun now. I just need to come so hard that I feel the earth shake beneath my feet...or back, assuming you’ll have me on my back when you make that happen.

That’s my wish by the way. All I need is to come so damn hard my world implodes.

Please and thank you.

Love always,

A Girl Whose Fingers Are Sore from Frantically Trying to Get Off and Failing.

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