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25 Days of SEXmas Taking requests

I’ve got 15 days of SEXmas left to write about, and even my perverted little brain is getting burned out on trying to make holiday-themed erotica. So, if you enjoyed series so far, and wanted to contribute, I would LOVE some ideas to write about or requests for sequels. (the ski one is coming, I haven’t forgotten.

Also, any feedback about which ones you liked/hated from the first 10 days would be greatly appreciated. They can be found [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/category/25-days-of-sexmas/) if you’d like to read them.

25 Days of SEXmas – (Very) Casual Sex (MFF) (Oral) (Sharing) (Nympho)

Lisa was putting the last of the dishes away when Anthony walked in. He stared at Lisa’s amazingly perfect ass in the Christmas lingerie she had bought the day before. Black and red, maybe not traditional Christmas colors, but sexy none the less. On top of her head, she wore a Santa hat, the white ball hanging down her back. She turned when she heard the door close.

“Hey, Baby!” She cried out as she saw him. “I’ve got tonight all planned out. First, we’re gonna clip coupons, then we’re gonna repaint the hallway, then we’re gonna watch it dry! After that, we can watch some dry British comedy until we fall asleep. Sound good?” Anthony grabbed his wife by the arms and shook her.

“What’s wrong with you, woman? You know damn well paint drying is Thursday, today is Wednesday!” When she burst into laughter, Anthony let go of her arms and joined her. He leaned down, kissing her perfect lips as he slid his arms around her mostly naked body. Tonight was date night, and as it was December, they decided they would watch Christmas movies in their underwear. Read more »

25 Days of SEXmas – December 9 -Coming home late for Chrismtas Pt 2 (MF) (Oral) (Anal)

“Oh, Fuck, yes! Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Nancy cried out in the darkness. I clamped a hand over Nancy’s mouth as she climaxed. Her high pitched whimpers of pleasure drove me wild, and I began thrusting faster into her. Her body writhed under me as the orgasms tore through her.

“You’ve got to be quiet!” I said in a harsh whisper. “You’re gonna get us caught! Do you want to explain this to our parents?” Nancy nodded her agreement, still panting from her most recent orgasm. I slowed down, pulling the length of my cock out to the tip, then slowly sliding back in. Nancy let out a purr of satisfaction, letting me know that she enjoyed it. Every slow thrust was driving me wild, drawing out the pleasure as I felt the orgasm building inside me.

Read the rest [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/2019/12/09/25-days-of-sexmas-december-9/). If you missed any of the other 25 days of SEXmas, you can find them [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/category/25-days-of-sexmas/)

25 Days of SEXmas – Banging my Secretary – The Mile High Club (MF) (Blowjob)

She was on her knees, Sucking my hard cock as the plane banked and circled, preparing for landing felt myself nearing climax.

“Suck it, baby, swallow it all!” I whispered down at her as she gazed hungrily into my eyes.

[See what happens next](https://rileyblackstone.com/2019/12/08/25-days-of-sexmas-december-8/) Read all the other 25 Days of SEXmas stories [Here](https://rileyblackstone.com/category/25-days-of-sexmas/)

25 Days of SEXmas – December 7 – I don’t want to spen Chrismtas Alone (FF) (Oral) (Hookup)

I was cramped in a too-small seat in what was generously called business class. It wasn’t a big deal but at just over six feet, I was still slightly squished. I was looking out the window, Hoping that my seatmate would be someone small. It was a five-hour flight, but the plane looked like it would only be about 2/3 full. If I was fortunate, I might get an empty seat beside me.

I felt someone next to me and turned to look at my best mate. Expecting another 400-pound basement dweller that hadn’t showered in days. That had been companion on the cost flight out. To make it worse, he had spent the entire flight hitting on me and trying to get me drunk. As if I would hook up with some random guy in an airport bathroom after we landed. I had tried to, very politely, explain to him that I wasn’t into men, but that made him work all the harder. As if bedding a lesbian was somehow an unlockable achievement in the game of life. How knows, maybe to guys it is. Read more »

25 days of SEXmas December 6 – Late for Chrismtas (MF) (Cam) (oral) (anal) (facial)

Guys, sorry this one is late, traveling for work, enjoy December 6! Sometimes being late is a good thing…

“You were supposed to be here yesterday!” The voice was shrill as I walked in the door.

“I know mom! Sometimes life gets in the way, I didn’t have a way to reach you yesterday.” My mother glared at me as I walked in, hands full of luggage. Gotta love coming home for the holidays, it’s always so peaceful.

“Your cousin arrived yesterday, ON TIME!”

“Mom, she’s not my cousin! She’s just someone who kind of showed up and never left!” We were talking about Mom’s friend Julie’s daughter, Nancy. I grew up with Nancy over at my house nearly every day from the time I was twelve until I left for college. We never got along. I hadn’t seen her in two years, and between her and my mom, I wondered why I eve bothered to fly home from college for Christmas break. Oh, and the “I didn’t have a way to reach you yesterday.” That’s bunk. I just couldn’t deal with the thought of spending any more time than absolutely necessary back at home. Read more »

25 Days of SEXmas – Hard day at work (M/F) (Oral) (Anal) (Domination)

I walked in the door from work, my cock already hard as a steel beam. My wife had sent me a picture of the tiny red thong she would be wearing for me when I got home. She sent it to me at lunch, giving me half a day to fantasize about what I was going to do to her once I got back.

Walking into the bedroom, I found my wife lying on a faux fir blanket on our king-sized bed. The red thong plunged down between her small ass cheeks. Could see her pussy peeking through the gap in her thighs. On her hip, she had put a Santa hat, and next to her ass was a red box with a white bow.

I opened the box and found a note on top. *Baby, do what you want to me, I want to be Santa’s little whore tonight.* Inside the box was a ballgag. As I put the hat on, my wife turned to me, lust gleaming in her eyes. She rolled onto her back and then sat up, keeping her legs spread apart.

Read the rest [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/2019/12/05/25-days-of-sexmas-december-5/). Don’t forget to check out the other [25 Days of SEXmas](https://rileyblackstone.com/category/25-days-of-sexmas/) if you missed any!

25 Days of SEXmas – Day 4 Snowed In (F) (Solo) (Masturbation)

I lay back on my bed, fully naked and horny as fuck. It was three months since I broke up with my ex, and I needed a great orgasm.

When I woke up Friday morning, I saw that the snow was falling harder than the weatherman had predicted, looks like no leaving the apartment today. My roommate had gone home to visit family for Christmas, and I had the whole house to myself.

Stripping naked, I climbed into my bed and spread my legs apart. I closed my eyes and began to play with my breasts. Slowly, I began to massage and squeeze teasing myself as I thought about impending orgasm I would give myself. I was already wet, but wanted to hold out a little longer before moving my hands further south.

Read the rest of the steamy details [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/2019/12/04/25-days-of-sexmas-december-4/). If you missed any, check out the rest of the [25 days of SEXmas](https://rileyblackstone.com/category/25-days-of-sexmas/)

25 Days of SEXmas December 2 – The Ski Trip (FF) (Oral) (Hookup)(First time Lesbian)

I stomped my feet vigorously, trying to get the snow off my new snow boots before entering the lodge. After two hours of trying, I couldn’t even master the bunny slopes. My ass was cold, soaked, and bruised from all the times I fell over the last two days. This ski vacation was supposed to be my weekend to get away from it all. All I wanted to do was forget about Chad and that slutty yoga teacher he cheated on me with. Instead, I get a ski instructor named, you guessed it, Chad. Who, instead of teaching me how to ski, kept making comments about how hot I looked and laughed at me every time I fell down. I’m so done with guys.

I plopped down in an overstuffed chair by the fire and stripped off my gloves. I stretched my numbed fingers towards the flames, feeling them prickle and burn as they began to warm back up. After I could feel my ten digits again, I leaned back and enjoyed the view. Skiing may not be my thing, but I loved winter, and I loved the snow. As I watched the snowfall, another woman came in and sat down in the chair near me. She had on a thousand-dollar snowsuit that hugged all the curves of her body in all the right places. The fur-lined hood was up, covering her face, but I knew that body. I had seen her heading toward the black diamond ski slopes earlier in the morning. Read more »