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LindsayRae

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It's beginning to look a lot like...Thanksgiving. :confused:

With a little Hanukkah, Christmas, and Yule thrown in as well. :) Happy, um, Seasonal Time! Ya'll know what that means, right? It's time for the Winter Holidays Story Contest!

The contest began Nov 10 (that's yesterday, for those of you who didn't realize!) and closes on Dec 7. If I do remember correctly, in the past the contest has been open to Thanksgiving and New Year's Eve. I would assume that any holiday that falls from now (P.S. Happy Veteran's Day!) until New Years would be allowed; therefore if any of you Canuks can think of a sexy Boxing Day story, go for it! ;)

Now for the fun part. Our purpose in Story Ideas... Let's brainstorm!!!! :D
 
Baking Stories

Though I bake a bit, it's not much. Living now in a home of males, I miss coming into the kitchen full of the scents...

We food fetishists like our stories too, and even if they aren't actual food fetish stories....

Baking at school for senior class or cheerleaders bake sale ....

College kid comes home, intoxicated by smell, sees gorgeous ass as baker bent over oven. Gets aroused before realizing it's his/her mom (or Dad not to be totally sexist)

Two housewives baking together uncover lesbian urges...

"Happily Married" wife offers to help widowed/divorced neighbour/coworker/friend/relative bake for his kids....

Two couples get together to bake.... and things...
 
I'm a traditionalist; I like my Holiday Stories to include Santa. How about a story where Santa gets slipped an aphrodisiac (or maybe drinks some bad eggnog which has the same effect) and then goes on a rape spree? First Mrs. Claus gets a rough fuck, then a few elves, then a reindeer or two (have to delete that chapter for Lit, of course), and then it's off to the sleigh to find some REAL sexy victims out there in the world. It's not milk and cookies he's after..... it's MILF and NOOKIE!!!!.....
 
I don't think you'd need to remove the chapter on reindeer actually. Lit's no animal rule specifically exempts magical animals (such a unicorns) I'm fairly certain that Santa's reindeer between flying and glowing red noses would qualify as magical beasts.
 
I don't think you'd need to remove the chapter on reindeer actually. Lit's no animal rule specifically exempts magical animals (such a unicorns) I'm fairly certain that Santa's reindeer between flying and glowing red noses would qualify as magical beasts.

am I the only one on this site that believes that people who stroke to "mythical" creatures having sex with people have bestiality kinks?

Whenever I say this people get mad, but call a spade a spade. If you like incest stories you have an incest kink, if you like non consent it's a rape kink. so if one likes sex with animals (real or imagined) well....

Go ahead start yelling at me.
 
I have just started writing "Visions of Sugar-Plums" which features Santa, Mrs. Clause and several elves. She should have known better but he should have been more attentive and devoted. Doesn't matter who's at fault now... Mrs. Clause is on the Naughty List now and is not amused!
 
am I the only one on this site that believes that people who stroke to "mythical" creatures having sex with people have bestiality kinks?

Whenever I say this people get mad, but call a spade a spade. If you like incest stories you have an incest kink, if you like non consent it's a rape kink. so if one likes sex with animals (real or imagined) well....

Go ahead start yelling at me.

As long as you don't act on it I dont' care about any of those kinks. Hell if you can obtain consent the only one of those I care about you acting on is the one where it's highly unlikely you got consent.
 
So... a story involving Santa, Mrs. Clause and elves... does that go into non human (elves) or celebrities (Santa) or elsewhere?
 
tied to the bed by mrs Claus who makes him watch her get gangbanged by the elves?

Better yet: there is a group of women out there who are into fat men. They are called Chubby Chasers. A gang of them decide that the ultimate conquest would be to gang-bang Santa. They lie in wait on Christmas Eve, the table baited with cookies, and a trail of chocolate chips leading to the bedroom, where they SPRING and TIE HIM UP and HAVE THEIR WAY WITH HIM all night long.

Does Santa love it and participate voluntarily? Or does he resist and need a few good swift kicks to the bowl full of jelly to make him behave? And what about the rest of the world, deprived of their presents as Santa is forced to submit to his lipid-loving captors? Only the author can decide these and other imponderables.
 
Figured I'd post a preview to see if anyone is interested. I'm trying to keep the narrating elf's gender out of the story so that anyone can very easily relate.

Visions of Sugar-Plums

It's the most wonderful time of the year, or so we're told. But let me tell you, as an elf in Santa's workshop, with all the toys; the stress; the weight gain; the blood; sweat; and tears; this time of year is NOT wonderful at the North Pole. Hollywood would have you believe that we're all sparkles and candy canes up here, that we have nothing better to do but make dollies and train sets for good little girls and boys around the world. But we're a family, albeit a much bigger one, and we have our problems and drama just like the human families in the "civilized world".

Take this year for example, you'd think after hundreds of years being married that Mr. and Mrs. Clause would be adept at getting along. Yeah, not so much. First of all, Santa neglects Mrs. Clause. He's not just delivering toys one night a year, he's organizing the workshop. He's designing toys himself or overseeing toy designs. He's fixing problems. He's doing quality control and so many other fiddly things. Us middle management types joke around that he's married to his work and oh boy does Mrs. Clause notice.

This year things came to a head, Mrs. Clause probably should have known better and the elves are divided; half support her the other half are horrified. And Santa was blissfully unaware for the first few months. But all it took was one careless moment, Mrs. Clause with her skirt up around her waist in the pantry, one of her elven lovers greedily licking at her pussy and the unfortunate timing of the hot cocoa cauldron running dry. There was a shriek, a scream a clatter and a splatter. Uh, sorry, I have a tendancy to rhyme in story mode. At any rate, by the end of the day the entire village knew of the indiscretion and the whole place was tense waiting to see how long it would take for Santa to clue in.

Then tension broke today, it was like a dam had broken and flooded the workshop. Poking a stick in a hornets nest would have resulted in less buzzing! The Workshop was bustling as usual but with the palor of the scandle keeping everything muted, kind of like how the village is a quieter, all the echoes muffled, after a new snow fall. The din and bustle was broken by a hollar, unmistakenly Santa's voice. I checked the time and realized he must be on his second run of the List. It had happened... Mrs. Clause made the Naughty List and now Santa knew something was up.

Toys were pretty much forgotten at this point, after a collective intake of breath and a lengthy pause, a bunch of us ran up the stairs to watch the inevitable fight. I couldn't see much from the back, let alone hear anything over the buzz of murmured speculations and secret wagers on who would come out the victor in this fight. I began using my elbows to push through the crowd, being one of the shortest elves working here, but it still took a while to make my way to the front. When I broke through I stared. How could I not? I'd never seen Santa naked before, never mind seeing him trussed up like a holiday turkey!

I'm sure you've all seen the consumer version of Santa plastered on billboards and immortalized in plastic figurines to hang from your tree, but he's never really been THAT red... until today. Near as I could tell he was tied to the footboard of their bed, a bright red bow centered on his chest making him look like a ridiculous present rather than an angry and betrayed husband. I suppressed a giggle. For some reason I found it horribly amusing to see that someone had tied a smaller red ribbon around Santa's flaccid penis, the curling ends of the ribbon trailing on the ground between his parted thighs.
 
To steal a quote from somewhere: Do you suppose Santa is so jolly because he knows where all the bad girls live?:D
 
Snow Angels and Hot Cocoa

switching for a moment from santa, there are myriad winter sex scenes that can be hung off a simple fabric like two people going to play in the snow then coming inside to warm up.

Are they already lovers?
Are they strangers thrown together by fate?
Are they room mates, whose desire has smoldered secretly all semester?
Are they related? Closely or distantly?
 
New Years Eve

NOT the 'under the left over mistletoe'...

How about an off beat religious community where every year on New Years Day, everybody switches spouses, but our lovers have fallen for each other & want to stay together?
 
Returning to School in the Dumps

The protagonist got dumped over the holidays by his/her gf/bf. On the train back to school, it is full, so strangers have to sit beside each other. As the journey through the night goes on, stranger sex seems inevitable....
 
NOT the 'under the left over mistletoe'...

How about an off beat religious community where every year on New Years Day, everybody switches spouses, but our lovers have fallen for each other & want to stay together?
That is an intriguing idea, a new spouse every year. The only drawback (for the characters, not for the story) I can see is if the age differences are allowed to be big enough to have last year's in-law as this year's spouse.
 
I guess that Santa's toy shop also makes toys for big girls. So, what could a hard-working career woman wish for X-mas if not some entertaining toys? Or even a little tête-a-tête with the man himself?
 
That is an intriguing idea, a new spouse every year. The only drawback (for the characters, not for the story) I can see is if the age differences are allowed to be big enough to have last year's in-law as this year's spouse.

or what if some body draws their own 18 or 20 year old child, grandchild, niece, nephew....?
 
Naked, except wearing a bow under the tree...

...no, not a puppy... the new au pair....?
 
It's not milk and cookies he's after..... it's MILF and NOOKIE!!!!.....

Laughed my ass off at this...good one Carni!


My suggestion would be Santa going over his list and a young, just-turned-18 (to stay within Lit.com guidelines) wishes to no longer be a virgin...and Santa is there to help out!
 
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