Shared with Santa

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Ho ho ho it's that magical season again!</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Christmas isn't just about decking the halls anymore-it's when my wildest dreams come true. It all started back in college when a certain jolly fellow paid me a very special visit. Let's just say his sack was full of more than toys.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now every year I count down the days. The anticipation makes me tingle all over. I'm on the nice list but our yearly meetup? Definitely naughty. My husband? He's got a front-row seat to the festivities. Talk about a Christmas miracle.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>This year we're primed and ready for the big night. Because when the big guy arrives it's not just the chimney he'll be sliding down. He'll be unwrapping me like I'm the gift that keeps on giving.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Jingle those bells and clear your calendar folks. His sleigh isn't the only thing that'll be rising tonight!</span></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Note: This holiday fantasy story includes a first time experience baby-making themes and loving cuckold.</em></p><p></p>