[F] My naughty letter to Santa this year

Dear Santa,

It’s been a long-ass year. I hope you are well. I hope you, Mrs. Clause, the elves, and the reindeer are safe from the pandemic. Can the virus even reach the North Pole? It’ll be funny picturing you sneaking down chimneys in a mask. Which I guess you should do anyway since chimneys have a ton of dust and/or smoke. Then again, you are a magical entity. I just want you to be safe, Santa.

I stayed home for most of this year. My anxiety and depression have been terrible, especially after losing a few people I loved dearly. I also lost my job, and that decimated my mental health. I plunged headfirst into the loneliness. And I know millions of people are suffering as well. But you’ve probably seen countless pandemics by now, so I guess you know that we’ll be alright after it’s over.

I tried to be good this year. I wrote a lot. I shared naughty stories that I know people have gotten off to. But seeing as this is my Christmas list, I’ve got a few naughty things I want to request of you. There are no chimneys in my house, so as always, I’ll leave my window cracked open. This year, I want something very simple. I want to fuck harder than 2020 has fucked me.

I miss sitting on your lap. I know it’s been ages since I met you at the mall and told you my grades and asked for a bike with tassels and a basket. But I’m older now, and what I want to ask for would not be suitable for a mall Santa.

Let’s just say I don’t want to wear clothes when I sit on your lap and tell you everything my heart and body desire. You can keep your red robes on. I want to run my fingers through your beard and make you laugh, “Ho, ho, ho!” in your deep, booming voice.

I don’t want any candy canes this year. Let me drop to my knees between your thighs and find your cock. I’ll touch myself as I watch you unfasten and pull down your pants. Then, drooling, I’ll kiss the tip. I’ll squeeze it with my fingers and relish how hard it is. How hot it is. I’ll massage your length, your warmth against my cheeks. I’ll suck on your balls as I stroke your cock over my face. You have no idea how much I miss this.

I’m going to take my time. I’ll kiss every single inch until your cock is glistening with my saliva. I’ll run my tongue over your balls. I’ll kiss your thighs, your navel. I’ll stroke you with both hands. Then I’ll slurp all over you. I haven’t had anyone to practice deep throating on all year, but I’ll try my best.

I’m not stopping until I’ve made you cum. And I want lots! I want you to shoot your load all over my face till it’s dripping off my chin and onto my tits. I want to scoop it up with my fingers and lick my palms clean. I want to squeeze out every remaining drop onto my tongue. After all, who wouldn’t want a white Christmas?

If you feel like you haven’t had enough, then take control, Santa. Grab a fistful of my hair and push your cock back into my mouth. You know I love it rough. Fuck my cum-drenched face until it turns red and I’m squeezing your thighs, desperate for air. I’m choking all over your cock, but don’t let me breathe just yet. Not until you’re satisfied and you’re shooting your load down my throat. Your hot cum spilling into my belly and filling me with warmth.

Release me then, coughing and sputtering, tears streaming down my cheeks. Can I rest my head on your thigh as I recover? Will you stroke my hair and tell me how good I was?

I’m not done yet, Santa. I want more. I want to give you more. Tie me up with rope. Bind my hands to my sides, let the rope dig into my soft flesh. I want you to kiss me all over. From my forehead to my little brown nipples. From my belly button to my toes. Dangle mistletoe over my pussy and run your tongue over my hairs. Can you feel how wet I am? How wet you’ve made me?

My pussy throbs with need. Spread my thighs. Let the warmth of your breath make me shudder. Stuff your hat in my mouth to stifle my moans; my parents are asleep after all. We don’t want to wake them. This is just between you and me, in my bedroom.

I want you to eat me out. Taste me as I whimper and bite down on the hat. Lick my clit. Spread me open and slip your fingers inside. Your fingers feel so much better than mine, but I can’t wait anymore.

I want so much more. I want your lips pressed against me. I want you to make me cum with your tongue. Maybe you have a vibrator in your sack of gifts. You can press it against me on its highest setting, driving me crazier and crazier until I cum all over your bearded face.

Make me squirt, Santa. Make me gush and come completely undone. Make me struggle against the ropes. Make my toes curl and my legs tremble. Then stick your cock inside me.

You must be stressed out too. This year has been brutal and there are a ton of people who need you. It must be overwhelming, even for a being such as yourself. Which is why I completely and utterly offer myself. My body, my love, my lust. Use me as you will. Relieve that tension. Fuck me to pieces if you have to. My skin isn’t porcelain. I won’t shatter, I promise.

Thrust into me with all your might. Wrap your hands around my throat. Whatever sound I might make will be muffled by your hat anyway, so don’t feel like you have to hold back. I’m tied up and bound like a little present, and I want you to tear the packing off. Toss the ribbon aside without a shred of mercy. There’s no time to read cards or eat cookies, I want your cock stretching my insides. Can’t you feel how desperately my pussy clings on to your every inch?

I’ll lock my legs around you as you thrust faster and harder. You’re hitting all the right spots. I don’t want to let you go. Not until you’ve reached the point of no return and shot all your glorious cum inside me. Breed me for Christmas, Santa. Leave me a quivering mess, tied up with rope and ribbon, your cum spilling out of my sore pussy.

Your cock is going to feel so good. I’ve only had my fingers to play with all year. It’s been nothing but loneliness and despair, but you can fuck all of that away. I want to feel you completely and utterly.

I want you so bad it almost hurts. But it’s that good kind of ache. I’ve decorated the house. We got a beautiful Christmas tree with lights and ornaments. We even made fake snow to cover the branches. My stockings are by the window, but I’ll happily put them on if you’ll be stuffing them.

Let me be your little whore, Santa. You can fuck me however you want, for however long you desire. My lips, my pussy, my butthole. You must already know how much I adore buttstuff. If you want to fuck me there too, then I’ll have a jar of coconut oil ready. I’ll play with myself all evening long, and I’ll go to bed with my butt plug in place, just so I’m ready when the clock strikes midnight, and you park your sleigh on our roof.

I’m going to bake you extra special cookies, and we can eat them in between our lovemaking. When we need to rest to catch our breaths. I’ll sit on your lap and feed them to you, one by one. Then I’ll lick the crumbs off your lips and ride your cock again.

After your companionship, there’s something more I want. Something to truly remedy this horrible year and restore hope and goodness for the future. I want to become your assistant. Your perfect little helper. Your personal sugar plum.

There’s a gift that I don’t think even you can give to everyone in the world. It’s similar to the gift I asked of you above, but it’s something I believe I can share with everyone. I want to be relief.

With all the struggle lately, I can’t donate. I can’t give food. But I can love. I can share my lust. And there are countless who need more than just a hug. They need a kiss. They need their balls drained. They need someone to eat them out. They need to get fucked. Or they need to fuck, which is why I’m offering myself. Let them fuck my brains out.

It’s a little selfish, but why can’t it also be selfless? Toss me in with bachelors who are fighting an uphill battle with loneliness. Perhaps they are immigrants away from their families. Or college students taking classes online. They could find me in their bed on Christmas Eve, wearing nothing but a choker and dangling Mistletoe over my pussy.

Put me in with overworked single moms who are at their wit’s end. Who need to escape, even if it’s only for one night. Let me lick their pussy and make them cum and then fuck them with a strap-on. Let me stroke their hair and hum them a song and spoon them while they fall asleep.

Some couples are struggling with rent. Who feel as though their futures are lost, all their savings spent. Can’t I give them one night of ecstasy? One night of sexual bliss that will hopefully give them the strength to continue.

I can take them all on, Santa. I promise. Make me your little helper, and you won’t regret it. While you give gifts to children and drink glasses of milk, I’ll bring something more intimate for adults. I’ll suck cock and tease nipples and surrender my ass. I’ll let men cum inside me. Over and over for as long as they need. People are pent up and frustrated. People are losing their homes. Let me be a worthwhile distraction. I can help them unwind.

I know it’s a little selfish. I want to warm people’s beds. I want them rubbing their cocks against my ass while they kiss the back of my neck. I want to hold someone who’s trembling and lick away all their anxiety. We can kiss and hug and fuck all we want.

I know not everyone celebrates Christmas and I know not everyone would be open to such a present. I’ll leave that up to you since you have the power to discern what’s truly in our hearts. I know there’s still the very real danger of the pandemic, but this is the little that I can do to put spread some warmth into the world.

I guess we can sum up my wish list this year in one simple idea: release. It’s been such a stressful struggle, and I can’t wait to see you again, Santa.

Your submissive little sugar plum,

Faye

PS: Steal me away to the north pole in your red sack. Keep me as your personal assistant or something. Your forever fuck toy. Share me with Mrs. Clause. The elves. Or if you just want something fun on your sleigh to keep you warm.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/khjoy8/f_my_naughty_letter_to_santa_this_year