Okay, yeah, it was probably weird to masturbate to the thought of Santa taking my V-Card. But it's not like I planned for it to happen that way. I was just sexually frustrated and listening to my roommates banging next door while Santa, Baby played in the background certainly wasn't helping.
Besides, I've been on Santa's Nice List every year and that still hasn't gotten me a good f*ck. So, maybe I'll join the Naughty List crowd. What can it hurt to imagine a Sexy Santa clause giving it to me real good?
I certainly didn't expect that my fantasies about good ol' Saint Nick would come true when he magically appears in my bedroom as I'm getting ready for bed on Christmas Eve. When he touches me there, I roll with it and do as any horny, needy virgin would do. I let Santa do dirty dirty things to me, and I like it, especially his peppermint scent and - ahem, gingerbread and eggnog flavored ... cream.
Oh I hope this isn't my imagination. And I hope it's not a one-and-done situation with my Sexy Santa because I want him coming inside my chimney all year long!