What I want for Christmas is…oh, I don’t know. What I want for Christmas is for it to be Christmas more than just once a year. It’s that day we all look forward to, not just because we get to give and receive presents. We look forward to it because we know that much of the world is looking to celebrate too. You know you don’t have to reply to any work emails, no matter how urgent. You can spend the whole day completely relaxing, knowing the dreaded grind will greet you again when you return. Most importantly, it’s a day we can treat ourselves to something we truly need and deserve!

I want that level of relaxation that Christmas brings, and I’d like to experience it more often than once every trip around the sun. That’s where you come in, baby. You see, you can make any day seem as magical as Christmas. This is because as soon as I answer the phone, we are catapulted to a place where the rest of the world cannot possibly touch us. The heat that ignites our connection is all-consuming from the moment our interlude is underway, and nothing or no one can penetrate me like you do. Sure, the tangible stresses of life start to slowly seep back in after our private holiday comes to a glorious crescendo, but I cherish you and the felicity we share in each other.

On Christmas Day, I’m guessing you’ll likely be saddled with making everyone else’s day snowy and bright, and it will be your problem to endure if something doesn’t go according to plan or if the gift you picked out wasn’t perfect. This is how it goes, and you can’t do anything to change it. But what you can do is be kind to yourself. Your wife is not going to give you a mind-numbing blow job and rub your cock along her face when she takes a break to breathe. However, you can be a little strategic and find time to lay back in the middle of your bed, making a body snowflake of your sheets, and then dial me. Put your earbuds in and let me invade your mind by way of your cock.

If you and I were to make a movie, you’d see smoke emanating from your phone, billows dancing to your ears as they saturate both simultaneously. Another swath of smoke floats towards your cock, gripping it as tightly as my pussy muscles do.

I want to be your personal Kris Kringle, swooping down your chimney to meet a plate of cookies. I want you to be my tall glass of milk. With the rest of the family fast asleep, we awake the Christmas spirit inside you as I grind my ass into your crotch. You tug my panties down just enough, then bend me over. You’re pounding away at me, using my hips as handles while your primal side is ravaging me. Your head falls backward, and your eyes spring open as your balls tense up and deliver a load of warm thick Christmas cheer inside of me, one explosive thrust after another.

Good god, I love you, babe.

I know exactly what you want for Christmas too!

It’s time to unwrap your present, handsome.