Dorothy's phone buzzed during the keynote speaker. A notification popped up: “Greg liked your photo.” Her heart skipped. She tapped to see—there she was, posing in front of the mirror in her sexy Mrs. Claus outfit, red lace push-up bra and crotchless pant...
‘Twas the night before Christmas, all through North Pole, Twenty-four hours, Mrs. Claus takes control. Her favorite of the eve, are the gang of swole elf; Using them, depraved pleasures, all to herself. The virile serfs, bound to their beds, Visions of he...
Mrs. Claus sat at the kitchen table, quietly fuming and sipping her third glass of Bodacious. Santa had returned home, exhausted and spent, and went straight to bed without even glancing at his scantily-clad and eager-to-share-her-beaver Mrs. Bastard. Sav...
It was the Friday before Christmas, and I was bored to tears. Every one of my friends had family festivities to attend, but I desperately needed to get away from mine. Don't get me wrong, their enthusiasm is great, but I knew that in another hour or so, t...
It’s Christmas Eve in Christmas Town. The elves are busy getting Santa’s magical sleigh packed with toys for all the good children around the world. Rumor has it Santa traded his sleigh in for a Lamborghini with all the latest bells and whistles. With his...
