Page 20 of Santa's Dark Secret

APRIL

To my Dearest Saint Nicholas, (but not your dad because that would be weird!!)

I’ve been doing some thinking, and I think I’ve fucked up. I’ve gone too hard in my first three wishes. I won’t be able tosurvive the night, especially if we go in order. So from here on out, I need to be careful. I need to make sure we can make it right through to the final wish, otherwise, I won’t just be disappointed in myself, I’ll be devastated.

What’s the point of getting to have all these wishes if I can’t actually have them?

In other news, my bosses at work are being assholes, and it’s really making for a shit time. Kinda hating the thought of getting up every morning and slaving away for them. I don’t really have much else going on at the moment.

My whole life feels like it’s in shambles. My ex finally realized how badly he fucked up and came crawling back, and after I told him to get lost, he tried to get in my pants. But not even my desperation to be railed will have me welcoming him back into my bed.

As for the whole friend situation, Carolina finally got the promotion she’d been working for, but now she’s one of my bosses and pretends as though we were never friends, and as for my ex-bestie, I still can’t find it in me to forgive her. I don’t think I ever will.

Maybe I’m just feeling weird this month because it would have been my father’s sixtieth birthday.

I suppose for my wish this month, I just want to be able to feel something. I’ll leave that one up to you to figure out.

Love always,

Mila

xxx

MAY

To the One and Only Clitermas Extraordinaire,

Okay soooooo...My last letter was a bit of a buzz kill. Bet you got real hard over that shit.

I would like to tell you that everything has gotten a bit better and that I stuck it to my bosses, but surprise, surprise, I haven’t. I bitched out.

But in other news, at least I don’t feel quite so pathetic.

I’ve been using all my spare time to try and come up with a solution to my lack of getting off situation, and I feel I’ve come up with something that could potentially do the trick. So for my next Christmas wish (I’m starting to lose count. How many are we up to? Is this number five or six?) I wish to have a perfect mold of your dick that I can ride anytime I want. This way, whenever the mood strikes, I won’t be shamefully let down by my own inability to get the job done. (Must come with veins and all. Batteries not included! Also, Christmas red is suddenly my new favorite color, so let’s roll with that!)

Love always,

Your Magical Christmas Cum Dumpster

JUNE

To Nicholas (no last name), the Heavyweight Girth Champion,

I don’t even know if you’re getting these letters. I’ve been leaving them at the same fountain I made my wish last year and they’re all still here, so I’m assuming you get copies? How does that even work? There are so many questions! I found aloose tile, and so far it’s been doing well to conceal all of my letters, but it’s getting a little crowded in there.

On to the important things. My wish.

So, last month I wished for a huge replica of your cock to ride, and the moment I sent my wish off into the universe (beneath the broken tile) I was insanely jealous. Why am I out here riding a replica of your massive appendage when I haven’t even gotten a chance to ride the real one? So that’s my wish this month. I’m going to ride you as I see fit. On the floor. On the couch. On the rooftop beside your sleeping reindeer. I haven’t quite worked it out. But what I do know is that you’re going to lay back and take everything I’m willing to give you. And boy, I better see you fall apart.

Yours truly,

The Sexual Deviant Who’s Going to Bring You to Your Knees

JULY

To the Dick-Tator of My Wettest Dreams,

Call me sentimental, but we’re past the six-month mark, and I won’t lie, this year is turning out harder than I thought, and I’m missing you more than you could know. This Christmas, I just want to know more about you. I want more time with you. I just need...more.

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