Lady_Kit
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Dear Friends, welcome to Christmas Eve at Literotica.
The tree is decorated, though there may be a spot or two where a favorite ornament can still be placed. Feel free to share something special if you like. In the corner, a large table is covered with appetizers, drinks, and all manner of holiday treats. Don’t worry about your waistlines, cholesterol or dietary considerations; in the long tradition of SRP parties, everything is free from fat, calories, carbs or other properties that might take away any of the pleasure. The bar is open; just tell Turk, the handsome barkeep usually found at Ricks Rooftop, what you like. He’ll take good care of you.
Candles burn around the room, adding a golden glow to the lights of the tree. Take advantage of the soft couches and shadowed spots if you’re feeling a bit romantic. Mistletoe is hung in generous abandon around the room, just in case you need an excuse to share a kiss with someone you admire.
A single item lays in the space beneath the tree, a red leather strap with three golden bells fastened in a row. The leather is worn, softened by years of handling, and looks a little scuffed in spots. The bells though still bright show their age too, a dent here a scratch there, but the sound is still as true as the day they were made. Pick it up and jingle it a bit. Sounds like Christmas, doesn’t it? Can you hear the sound of laughter as the sweet tones fade?
Make yourselves at home. Share a story, leave a gift, take away the good feelings of the season, or just sit awhile. Spend some time with the friends you have here at Lit, or just leave a message for all to share, but stop for a moment or two.
To my friends…Hunting Tiger, Shereads, Ariosto, AriOso, Chanaud, SexyChele, Black Bart, McKenna, Subo97, Lucky-E-Leven, CaptainB, Miltone, Huntress, StarXChyld, and so many others…may your holiday be as warm as your hearts, as bright as your naughty minds, as beautiful as your prose, and as happy as your friendship has made me. Though I can’t see you, don’t know your faces, you are my friends and have a special place in my heart.
Merry Christmas, dear Litizens.
The often absent,
Lady Kit
The tree is decorated, though there may be a spot or two where a favorite ornament can still be placed. Feel free to share something special if you like. In the corner, a large table is covered with appetizers, drinks, and all manner of holiday treats. Don’t worry about your waistlines, cholesterol or dietary considerations; in the long tradition of SRP parties, everything is free from fat, calories, carbs or other properties that might take away any of the pleasure. The bar is open; just tell Turk, the handsome barkeep usually found at Ricks Rooftop, what you like. He’ll take good care of you.
Candles burn around the room, adding a golden glow to the lights of the tree. Take advantage of the soft couches and shadowed spots if you’re feeling a bit romantic. Mistletoe is hung in generous abandon around the room, just in case you need an excuse to share a kiss with someone you admire.
A single item lays in the space beneath the tree, a red leather strap with three golden bells fastened in a row. The leather is worn, softened by years of handling, and looks a little scuffed in spots. The bells though still bright show their age too, a dent here a scratch there, but the sound is still as true as the day they were made. Pick it up and jingle it a bit. Sounds like Christmas, doesn’t it? Can you hear the sound of laughter as the sweet tones fade?
Make yourselves at home. Share a story, leave a gift, take away the good feelings of the season, or just sit awhile. Spend some time with the friends you have here at Lit, or just leave a message for all to share, but stop for a moment or two.
To my friends…Hunting Tiger, Shereads, Ariosto, AriOso, Chanaud, SexyChele, Black Bart, McKenna, Subo97, Lucky-E-Leven, CaptainB, Miltone, Huntress, StarXChyld, and so many others…may your holiday be as warm as your hearts, as bright as your naughty minds, as beautiful as your prose, and as happy as your friendship has made me. Though I can’t see you, don’t know your faces, you are my friends and have a special place in my heart.
Merry Christmas, dear Litizens.
The often absent,
Lady Kit
I knew with the right bait I could lure some choice Lit males to my little spot under the mistletoe and just look who I caught! Thanks for the kisses darlin, I never knew one little bit of greenery could make a girl feel so warm. 
