Advent Tease

Dear A,
I notice you’re writing from a porn site.
If this is some joke that Santa put you up to, tell him I am not flashing my bits again, that was a one time deal because someone spiked my drink
Mrs Claus
Dear Sexy Mrs. Claus,
You can let Santa know that I really really appreciated and continue to appreciate your boudoir photos that he put in my stocking last year. Especially the one of you in heels putting the angel on top of the tree!
Stickily yours,
A
 
Dear Sexy Mrs. Claus,
You can let Santa know that I really really appreciated and continue to appreciate your boudoir photos that he put in my stocking last year. Especially the one of you in heels putting the angel on top of the tree!
Stickily yours,
A
Dear A,
I have checked our systems, and the only boudoir photos placed in stockings last year were of Santa, in my stockings
He’s especially proud of how his buttocks looked in the photo you mention; I took nineteen hours shaving his cheeks to show them off to their best effect
Your appreciation will be taken into account when we select the boudoir photos for this year’s stockings. Please let us know if you would prefer lace or silk
Mrs Claus
 
This thread is being so much fun that I almost don’t want to add another photo

https://www.imagebam.com/view/ME18K07Q
Hmmm...it appears you have done when I would have done - somehow poked that silly button that reverses the camera so it takes a picture the other way instead of where you're pointing it (which was surely directly at your gorgeous self!) Sad we missed that other angle, but I must say...this is a teasingly tantalizing shot of an artistic use of tinsel and definitely in the spirit of the holiday season! Three cheers and a toast of egg nog for you!
 
Hmmm...it appears you have done when I would have done - somehow poked that silly button that reverses the camera so it takes a picture the other way instead of where you're pointing it (which was surely directly at your gorgeous self!) Sad we missed that other angle, but I must say...this is a teasingly tantalizing shot of an artistic use of tinsel and definitely in the spirit of the holiday season! Three cheers and a toast of egg nog for you!
I leave you to imagine the other angle 😘
 
Dear A,
I have checked our systems, and the only boudoir photos placed in stockings last year were of Santa, in my stockings
He’s especially proud of how his buttocks looked in the photo you mention; I took nineteen hours shaving his cheeks to show them off to their best effect
Your appreciation will be taken into account when we select the boudoir photos for this year’s stockings. Please let us know if you would prefer lace or silk
Mrs Claus
Dear Mrs. Claus,

I’ve never been a big fan of the word “or”. Why not both? It’s usually a lot more fun to sample a bit of everything.

Tinsely yours,
A
 
Dear Mrs. Claus,

I’ve never been a big fan of the word “or”. Why not both? It’s usually a lot more fun to sample a bit of everything.

Tinsely yours,
A

Dear A,
I couldn’t agree more!
I have discovered some crotchless lace panties, I believe Santa might be amenable to giving them a try. And of course an outrageously thin silk gstring
Would you like a pair of your own to go with the pictures?
Mrs Claus
 
Dear Mrs Claus,

If you give Santa the crotchless panties, us Reindeer are going to need bigger blinders. Last year he stripped down to just his undies once we finished up the colder locations.

The elves are a little concerned, too, they have to help him out of the sleigh at the end of the night, you remember.

Signed,
Dasher

PS Prancer wants it noted that he's a fan of your stockings. You might want to check the view from his stall.
 
Dear Dasher,
I am of course grateful to you that you didn’t alert the media to any of the antics that ensued after Santa relaxed with his cocktails
Nonetheless, I’m sure you’ll agree that conditions for you and the elves are enviable
The crotchless panties are in demand, and he must wear them!
Mrs Clause
 
Dear A,
I couldn’t agree more!
I have discovered some crotchless lace panties, I believe Santa might be amenable to giving them a try. And of course an outrageously thin silk gstring
Would you like a pair of your own to go with the pictures?
Mrs Claus
Dear Tinsel Queen,
While I am very observant about oral health, I don’t think the silk gstring would be very useful as floss and I can’t imagine what else I would use them for (maybe an emergency flag on lumber? Are the red?).
Sorry for the short reply, but I’ve got cornbread in the oven and I must dash.
A
 
Dear Tinsel Queen,
While I am very observant about oral health, I don’t think the silk gstring would be very useful as floss and I can’t imagine what else I would use them for (maybe an emergency flag on lumber? Are the red?).
Sorry for the short reply, but I’ve got cornbread in the oven and I must dash.
A
Dear A, (or as I now know you to be - my arch nemesis Ignoble Moon Rabbit),
The gstring has many uses, perhaps more slingshot than floss - but mostly it’s to be worn. I would suggest gifting them, wearing them, or jerking off into them. Let me know which you choose
I hope you used sufficient chili with your cornbread
Tinsel Queen
 
Dear valued oglers,
Our mailbox seems surprisingly empty for this time of year, other than the usual craziness from Ignoble Moon Rabbit, (teasing of course!)
Perhaps a song, a dance performance, a play in our names?
Tinsel Queens
 
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Their tinsel tits are waiting, a shimmering, festive prize, They ache to share the view that burns behind their eyes. A tease is what we need to savor this glorious view, To feel the slow, delicious build of me and you.

The tension is a current, the arousal is a hum, For that sweet, awaited moment when the teasing is done. It's what we're here for, this delicious, drawn-out plight, You're hungry to reveal, to bathe me in the light.

But you won't just let it go, you'll make me earn the sight, You know your shimmering value, you know your body's might. You'll have no lesser worship, no gaze that isn't true, The heat is on, the temperature rising, all for you.

So tell me, darling, tell me, as the fever starts to climb, Is this inferno in your blood enough to cross the line? To finally grant a glimpse, to let a surprise unfurl, And show me all the wonders that you're hiding from the world?
 
Their tinsel tits are waiting, a shimmering, festive prize, They ache to share the view that burns behind their eyes. A tease is what we need to savor this glorious view, To feel the slow, delicious build of me and you.

The tension is a current, the arousal is a hum, For that sweet, awaited moment when the teasing is done. It's what we're here for, this delicious, drawn-out plight, You're hungry to reveal, to bathe me in the light.

But you won't just let it go, you'll make me earn the sight, You know your shimmering value, you know your body's might. You'll have no lesser worship, no gaze that isn't true, The heat is on, the temperature rising, all for you.

So tell me, darling, tell me, as the fever starts to climb, Is this inferno in your blood enough to cross the line? To finally grant a glimpse, to let a surprise unfurl, And show me all the wonders that you're hiding from the world?
Very nicely written!
 
Their tinsel tits are waiting, a shimmering, festive prize, They ache to share the view that burns behind their eyes. A tease is what we need to savor this glorious view, To feel the slow, delicious build of me and you.

The tension is a current, the arousal is a hum, For that sweet, awaited moment when the teasing is done. It's what we're here for, this delicious, drawn-out plight, You're hungry to reveal, to bathe me in the light.

But you won't just let it go, you'll make me earn the sight, You know your shimmering value, you know your body's might. You'll have no lesser worship, no gaze that isn't true, The heat is on, the temperature rising, all for you.

So tell me, darling, tell me, as the fever starts to climb, Is this inferno in your blood enough to cross the line? To finally grant a glimpse, to let a surprise unfurl, And show me all the wonders that you're hiding from the world?
As my fingers move to upload,
Something tells me to hold
off on my picture just yet --
It's the teasing that I adore,
I wager we'll receive a little more.
Tell me... is that a safe bet?
 
As my fingers move to upload,
Something tells me to hold
off on my picture just yet --
It's the teasing that I adore,
I wager we'll receive a little more.
Tell me... is that a safe bet?
A payment for the tease, a toll for what might be, A whispered price for eyes to roam, for him to finally see. The question burns, a brand upon the air, Is he just warm, or truly past all care?

Is he a furnace, banked and coaled and deep, With promises of secrets he will keep? Is he just horny, a simple, base, and raw need, Planting his demanding, carnal seed?

Is his cock a straining, thundering, taut beast, Pushing at the confines, wanting its release? A throbbing testament to the artful game, A rigid pulse that screams her hidden name?

She must know this, this truth, this proof of fire, To measure his consuming, raw desire. His arousal is the currency she craves, The price for the surrender that she saves. A single drop of pearl, a shuddered groan, Will tell her if the seeds of lust are sown.
 
Dear A, (or as I now know you to be - my arch nemesis Ignoble Moon Rabbit),
The gstring has many uses, perhaps more slingshot than floss - but mostly it’s to be worn. I would suggest gifting them, wearing them, or jerking off into them. Let me know which you choose
I hope you used sufficient chili with your cornbread
Tinsel Queen
Dear Sparkly Sweetie,

Sigh. Worn? A flat hairy ass is probably not best suited to a pretty sparkly g-string, I’d feel I wasn’t giving the garment the respect it deserves.

Gifting? Is that done before jerking off into them or after? Who would want that?

Finally. “Ignoble”? You impertinent holiday elf. Spankings will be in your stocking. :p

Rabbit

Chilies were in the chili. Cornbread was buttered on top and in the middle.
 
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