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Santa Baby
by Pet Shelly (petshellyiso@hotmail.com)

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It's not easy being a girl with a Santa fetish. (MF, 
rom, no sex, humor)

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It's not easy being a girl with a Santa fetish. It's 
not the sort of thing you can tell everybody. There 
aren't a lot of porn sites that cater to your little 
quirk. It makes perfect sense to me. You sit in a soft, 
warm lap, get lots of cuddles, love, and attention, and 
presents. Does it get much better than that?

So maybe it's strange that I think Santa is sexy, that 
full, white beards make me wet, and twinkling lights 
warm up places inside of me that the manufacturers 
never worried about overheating, but if everyone liked 
the same thing the world would be a boring place.

For years I've had to restrain myself during the 
Christmas Season. I'd go into the malls and there would 
be the Store Santa, sitting on his big chair, bright 
lights shining on him, and I'd want to push past all 
the waiting children like Ralphie in search of a Red 
Ryder BB Gun and show Santa just how good a bad girl 
could be.

Last Christmas season was the first one with my Master. 
One day we were walking through the mall when I noticed 
Santa and my Master noticed my reaction. I think the 
drool may have given me away.

"Would you like to explain what's going on?" he asked. 
I blushed. I stammered. I evaded. He knows me too well 
and waited until I finally got the nerve to tell all.

He took it well. He laughed, it was more of a chuckle, 
nothing unkind. The rest of December was more fun after 
he found out. We put up a lot more sparkling lights and 
he'd ask 'Naughty or Nice?' occasionally, just to liven 
things up.

After all the fun we had last year, this December has 
been a bit of a letdown. My Master has been out of town 
for the last few weeks and now it's almost Christmas 
and after having someone to share my fantasies with, 
it's made me miss him even more.

All of the sudden there arose such a clatter, I got up 
from my bed to see what was the matter. I picked up the 
big, wooden paddle I kept by the bed when I was alone 
and, holding it like a Louisville Slugger, I started 
for the bedroom door.

I tiptoed into the living room as Santa tiptoed in from 
another doorway. I was so shocked I didn't even hit him 
with the paddle.

From the tip of his read and white cap to the toes of 
his black boots, my Santa fantasy was standing in my 
living room. My Master had come home early.

"You grew a beard?"

"I needed something to do with my time while I was 
away." He set his sack of toys to one side, sat down in 
his favorite chair, patted his knee, and smiled.

"And have you been a good girl?"

"I'm always good, Santa." I replied as I wiggled on 
Santa's broad thigh. 

It's going to be a very good Christmas.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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