Winter 2025 Contest Ideas

[sirhugs]

The Christmas Cake

accidental aphrodisiac effect of course

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

Author huddled up under a banket in front of a fireplace working on stories.

https://forum.literotica.com/threads/a-story-about-the-life-of-an-erotic-story-author.1643280/

 

[Carnevil9]

Re: @sirhugs Christmas Cake:

A magical "fruit cake" that flips the sexuality of anyone who eats it. Soon uncles are fucking uncles, aunts are fucking moms, cousins are fucking same-sex cousins. But one normally quiet male cousin is suddenly trying to fuck all the female cousins!

 

[KindredFlame]

I waited by the fireplace for Santa to arrive but with the excitement of Christmas Eve wearing me down I fell asleep on the warm woollen rug.

In the morning I looked at our Christmas tree and Santa had been and I thought I had slept through the visit. I see a large box with my name on it and I go to get up to check it out but I find I am very sore and feel a wetness seeping from my pussy.

Then I see my stocking hanging from the fireplace with a lump of coal in it and a note saying thanks for the fuck but you have been a very naughty girl. Santa and all of my elves.

 

[sirhugs]

b...b...but Santa LIKES naughty girls

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

The Church party has a bit of something extra in the Mulled Cider.

 

[KindredFlame]

b...b...but Santa LIKES naughty girls

So did all his elves but did they all have to fuck me.

 

[KindredFlame]

There was a fire in the fireplace, it lit the room, Emma lay naked on the rug, getting sleepy waiting for the fat man. Christmas Eve it was, stockings pinned to the fire place. Emma fell asleep, in theMorning it had snowed. Emma woke up she had a dream while she slept. She looked at the Christmas tree, She slept through Santa's visit. Emma walked to the tree, looked at the presents. A big, package had her name on it. She was in pain. Her body hurt. her pussy was wet and was leaking.

Emma embarrassed dazed and confused as she played with herself. her pussy damp and bruised. It was a dream but it felt so real now. She looked at the fireplace, at her stocking, just a piece of coal in it, a note with a smiling face and the signature of Santa: "Thanks for the fuck, your a naughty girl ????. Santa and all the elves." Emma's face flushed with excitement, she hadn't just slept and Santa did visit, she had his end. A shiver traveled down her spine, an unusual gift, the aftershocks shooting through her body.

Emma folded the note, shoved it into the pocket of her robe she had used as a pillow, went to the bathroom to clean her self up thinking about the morning after pill. this Christmas was one she never would forget, no matter how hard she might try. As 9 months later she gave birth to a chubby baby with red cheeks and what looked like a white beard.

 

[sirhugs]

As the flames danced in the fireplace, casting a cozy glow around the room, little Emma curled up on the plush woollen rug, her eyelids growing droopy in anticipation of Santa's imminent arrival. Christmas Eve excitement swirled within her, but soon the popping of the fire and the soft thrumming of the stockings that hung by the chimney overdrew her into a peaceful slumber.

Morning light crept silently through the frosty windows, casting a pale light on the snow-covered world outside. Emma stirred, brushing aside the remnants of her dream-filled sleep. Her eyes sought the Christmas tree, its branches heavy with ornaments, and her heart skipped a beat. Had she really slept through Santa's visit?

Steeling herself, Emma walked over to the tree, surveying the colourfully wrapped presents beneath. A big, neatly wrapped package caught her eye, with her name spelled in large, curly letters on the side. Her heart leapt as she reached out, then stopped, clenching her teeth against the pain. Something was terribly wrong. Every movement caused jabs of pain through her lower body, and a wetness seeped from between her legs.

Emma was filled with embarrassment and confusion as she examined herself. Her nightshirt was clinging to her, damp and stained with the residue of a pleasant but remembered dalliance. As things began falling into place, she experienced a mix of shame and desire flow through her.

She turned her attention once again to the fireplace, where her stocking was draped from the mantle, usually filled with small gifts and treats. Instead, a piece of coal lay within, and a note with a smiling face and the signature of Santa himself: "Thanks for the fuck, but you've been a very naughty girl ????. Santa and all the elves."

Emma's face blazed with a combination of mortification and excitement. It seemed she hadn't just slept through Santa's visit – she had been on the receiving end of his special kind of holiday cheer. As she crumpled the note in her hand, she could feel a shiver travel down her spine, both from the unusual gift and from the aftershocks making their way through her body.

Sheepishly, Emma folded the note and shoved it into the pocket of her robe as she made her way to the bathroom to tend to her unexpected morning after. One thing was certain – this Christmas was one that she would never be able to forget, no matter how hard she might try.

do you want to save this somewhere while I sharpen my axe?

 

[sirhugs]

Ski trips, ski chalets, ski injuries... the plot bunnies like skiers.

 

[sirhugs]

Ski trips, ski chalets, ski injuries... the plot bunnies like skiers.

or Not:

" Nobby loved skiing. It was those darn plot bunnies on the slopes he feared.
Nobby swerved to avoid a bunny in the middle of the run, it seemed to be digging for carrots. Nobby swerved out of control to avoid the bunny and slammed head on into Sweetie, whose mother had been a Playboy bunny. Nobby ended up with a broken leg. Sweetie ended up with a good laugh, but felt sorry for Nobby, so she offered him ..."

 

[Rob_Royale]

You have to love it when you take a so-so idea that's been in the to-do list for a while and there's just not enough there for a decent story until you add in a holiday theme.

In this case, an adventurous husband and wife who are both entrepreneurs and own businesses decide to bring home an open minded employee with the thought of a Christmas Eve three-way. It turns into an fourway and the guests fall in lust with one another.

The working title was Icing and Sawdust, but now I'll have get a little more festive.

 

[KindredFlame]

do you want to save this somewhere while I sharpen my axe?

It’s only 406 words smaller than a lot of posts.

 

[sirhugs]

It’s only 406 words smaller than a lot of posts.

it is 7 paragraphs, so double the guideline for Story Idea posts. It is more than half the minimum length for a submittable story, and is written as if it is a complete though short story, rather than an idea. This is the Story Ideas thread. I'm not expert on the guidelines for the Story feedback forum, but you might find this fits better there. it is excellent work, just should be expanded to 750+ words and submitted. not sure what purpose it serves on this forum.

 

[KindredFlame]

it is 7 paragraphs, so double the guideline for Story Idea posts. It is more than half the minimum length for a submittable story, and is written as if it is a complete though short story, rather than an idea. This is the Story Ideas thread. I'm not expert on the guidelines for the Story feedback forum, but you might find this fits better there. it is excellent work, just should be expanded to 750+ words and submitted. not sure what purpose it serves on this forum.

It was 7 paragraphs because they are short ones compared to others. Do I get my ars spanked mow. Please. Edited it 3 paragraphs and new ending. So Emma’s lump of coal is not the real gift.

 

[sirhugs]

It was 7 paragraphs because they are short ones compared to others. Do I get my ars spanked mow. Please. Edited it 3 paragraphs and new ending. So Emma’s lump of coal is not the real gift.

finding a lump of coal in the stocking might make an interesting inciting incident.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

To the shock of everyone (as no adult actually believes in Santa in this setting) Santa makes a worldwide announcement: he is very real and this year he will be making sure everyone gets what is coming to them.

As proof, on St. Nicholas day, everyone finds a present or coal in their shoe and they have till. Christmas Eve to get their shit together. Of course some people try and spin the coal as a good thing while some people go mad trying to right their wrongs or balance the books.

So you could have stories about people trying to do good…but in questionable (for example: popular girl starts having pity sex with anyone who wants it) ways of you have people getting woken up on Christmas Eve by Santa’s punishment team. Either to hand out Santa’s judgement orrrr

“Oh no, I thought I was doing good.”

“Oh you were but you wanted to be naughty…which is good.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Take off your clothes and make some room for me on the bed and you will.”

 

[Rob_Royale]

Santa admits to having a little piece on the side and Mrs. Clause gets a free pass in return. It's not unusual, it's something they do every fifty years or so.

But she usually has to make do with elves as she doesn't have a lot of communication with the outside world. But now they have Starlink and Tinder.

Or she finds a third list. The Naughty aut Nice list. These are the people she needs. When perusing the list she finds two men and a woman who are all in the list and all at the same address. A poly family. So she shows up on Christmas eve and makes it a foursome for the night.

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

^^^ C'mon, the Missus gets the Elves all year long.

Give the old coot a piece of Candy Kane and the Snow Queen once in a while.

 

[KindredFlame]

finding a lump of coal in the stocking might make an interesting inciting incident.

A lump of coal was if you were in Santas naughty list. Isn’t it the same across the pond?

 

[KindredFlame]

I so wish this was a Christmas story competition. However this morning I wrote a short alternative version of the ‘Christmas Story’ hell what is more Winter than Christmas, I asked myself.

So the premise is that Joseph is not only a carpenter, but he runs a brothel as well. His virgin wife Mary is to be the opening attraction at his new establishment in Nazareth.

Joseph set up stall in a stable next to an inn. He advertises Mary as a new virgin whore.

Three men arrive during the first evening the first offers gold for the pleasure of the deflowering the new whore. After a short while with her, he comes out protesting that she was not a virgin as he believed her to be pregnant.

A little while later, another man arrives he too wants to try out the new virgin whore he has frankincense as his payment he goes in has a great time with Mary trying all sorts out on her body. He comes out happy but tells Joseph she cannot be a virgin but she he enjoyed the time with her.

Later a third man comes down the street a little bit of a hippie we would call him now but he asks Joseph if it is true there is a new whore in town and if so he had a large amount of myrrh as payment Joseph accepts and the third man takes his pleasure with Mary.

Joseph shut up shop thinking Mary had done done well for her first night and it’s time for him to take his pleasure with her. He enters the stables and decides to take her arse as he is doing this. She screams but it is not him that has made her scream from her vagina comes a baby. Oh for Christ‘s sake, Joseph says.

Mary replied with five words, “yes that is his name.”

This is the idea criticise the hell out of it and call me a heathen but the version I wrote this morning was a lot worse.

 

[KindredFlame]

Young woman is driving home one Christmas Eve it is blowing a blizzard all over the land suddenly she here’s a crash the sound of braking plastic wood and metal being crushed and crumpled.

She stops the car to find Santa and his rain deer wrapped around an electric pylon she walks towards the mangled craft and finds Santa. He was nothing like the Christmas card image she had seen all her life he was young and handsome and she instantly goes week at the knees.

I am sorry miss but you must be under the effects of the magic dust that powers my sleigh. He saays
I don’t care I want my Christmas present now as she rips his pants off and fucks his cock raw until the sun comes up. That year Santa never finished his round.but he had some hoho ho on the way.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Got one:

Guy’s marriage has been struggling and Christmas is the worst, he’s really trying but it seems he can’t do anything right…so one day, he doesn’t come home. Instead he just drives and drives till he sees a hitchhiker and picks her up. She’s young and ran away from her home during holiday break. They wind up hitting it off and they wind up having a pretty wonderful time.

Then it hits MC: his wife always compared him to the first guy she ever fucked: some married guy she met when she ran away. Finally getting the girl’s name confirms it: he’s with her past self.

What does he do?

1. The ole “stable time loop?” He decides to just go with the narrative wife said and then goes home with wife none the wiser but maybe being a bit more gentle with him.

2. Does he try and change things? Maybe he tries to treat her bad so he won’t be compared to himself? Maybe he tries to convince her to not marry him in the future?

3. Or maybe he goes through with showing her an amazing time as he can’t hate her and goes back home…only for wife to clutch on tightly to him and beg his forgiveness…because she knew it was him but was worried if she didn’t get him in the right mindset, he wouldn’t find her past self. Like for a darker twist, one thing he didn’t pick up on was that she was suicidal and originally intended to kill herself when she ran away. He saved her from that.

The two of them then reconcile and finally make up with each other

 

[KindredFlame]

Got one:

Guy’s marriage has been struggling and Christmas is the worst, he’s really trying but it seems he can’t do anything right…so one day, he doesn’t come home. Instead he just drives and drives till he sees a hitchhiker and picks her up. She’s young and ran away from her home during holiday break. They wind up hitting it off and they wind up having a pretty wonderful time.

Then it hits MC: his wife always compared him to the first guy she ever fucked: some married guy she met when she ran away. Finally getting the girl’s name confirms it: he’s with her past self.

What does he do?

1. The ole “stable time loop?” He decides to just go with the narrative wife said and then goes home with wife none the wiser but maybe being a bit more gentle with him.

2. Does he try and change things? Maybe he tries to treat her bad so he won’t be compared to himself? Maybe he tries to convince her to not marry him in the future?

3. Or maybe he goes through with showing her an amazing time as he can’t hate her and goes back home…only for wife to clutch on tightly to him and beg his forgiveness…because she knew it was him but was worried if she didn’t get him in the right mindset, he wouldn’t find her past self. Like for a darker twist, one thing he didn’t pick up on was that she was suicidal and originally intended to kill herself when she ran away. He saved her from that.

The two of them then reconcile and finally make up with each other

I think Groundhog Day it has to be number one.

 

[KindredFlame]

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice from a church where a wedding has been, lives in a dream.

But this year her dream was different to all of the others she didn’t ones a big Christmas with her family as she had none, all she wanted was one man and that man was Santa.

For years he came down the chimney and made a mess of her room where she sat by the window.

The vicar while darning his socks thinks of Elenor and decides to go around her house dressed as Santa.

He knocks on the door and she sees a big red outfit through the glass of her front door so she gets her baseball bat opens the door and knocks him out cold she drags him inside and fucks Santas brains out.

Only to find it’s farther McKenzie who has a smile on his face this Christmas.