(Sequel to “A Christmas Not Alone”)
Her tree and decorations were still up. Although the sherry from Christmas was long gone. She sat there again, in her apartment, still alone but this time drinking whiskey.
Not typically a lady’s drink but then she wasn’t a typical lady and to hell with all the stereotypes!
Much to her immense disappointment, her Christmas Eve visitor had not returned. It had not appeared, flitting in and out of existence as before. Well, flitting in and out of existence, until the moment it had been ever so present and ravished her. Taken her for itself while giving everything of itself to her.
And indeed it had so much to give.
Ever since that night, she’d been insatiable. Pleasuring herself at least twice a day and sometimes three times.
Always in the morning during her shower or occasional bath and always at night, sitting in her chair.
She’d sat in that chair every evening, touching herself, exploring herself. Being bolder and bolder, making herself familiar with every inch of her body. Tenderly caressing herself, pinching herself, even sliding a couple of fingers into her ass as she explored her pussy inside and out and had also come to enjoy herself.