The holiday season sometimes fills me with a strange sort of..
🕑 Added 2022-11-19 16:49:00 +0000 UTC
The holiday season sometimes fills me with a strange sort of conflict.
A huge part of me absolutely loves being home for the holidays. Thoughts of a home decorated to the nines and a kitchen filled with the kind of warmth that can only come from an oven filled with baking cookies has always has always held a magical appeal to this little wife.
But then there’s this other side of me.
I too wants to shake off the stress of the year with music and celebration. But it wants to do it elsewhere. And by that I mean somewhere with a more tropical feel; where the multiple layers required of a Chicago winter are traded for bare breasts and teardrop bikini bottoms – more wet from arousal than dips in the pool.
Obviously, a multitude of families exercise the option to travel to sunnier shores around Christmas. But for me, especially this year it would seem, my dilemma is a little more deeply rooted.
And here it is.
For some bizarre reason, the Christmas season fills me with the urge to be bent over and fucked by an extremely thick cock. Maybe chalk it up to the fact that it’s generally a time for decompressing and shaking off the stress of life - But whatever the case may be, when Thanksgiving rolls around each year, the crotch of this bitch’s panties start to feel the spirit of the season. And they pretty much keep their holiday wetness until the month of January.
So last night in bed I asked Scott (who, incidentally, is a Christmas homebody) if maybe this year we could compromise with a little pre-Christmas getaway; one specifically designed to help this little wife scratch her year-end itch for her alpha’s enormous bare cock.
So with my hand gently easing way beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms – I told him that I’m spending a weekend in December at a resort in Miami – with my bull. And that, sadly, he won’t be able to come watch me get stretched and dominated this time. I mean, someone obviously stay home and mind the house while I’m gone😊
But, as I stoked him to an erection, I told him that if he promises to be a good b0y and take good care of things in my absence, I’ll more than make it up to him when I get back. Adding however, that it will probably need to be with my butthole. Because – if history is any indication – we’re going to be dealing with the “hotdog down the hallway” scenario for a few days after I get home lol.
Scott came the second that I said it.
The truth is – my entire story was a huge bluff. I have nothing booked, no boarding pass, and I haven’t even talked to my alpha about his schedule in December.
But you can bet your ass that I will today.
