...under the Christmas Tree

Lil-Brandi

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...as I lay naked on the soft skirt of the Christmas tree, my eyes, at first clenched tightly closed, opened and stared upward through the sparkling dense world of colored lights and ornaments. As I felt him slowly thrust into me, I again looked up into the eyes, of teddy bears, toy soldiers, elves and others, as they looked down upon me, making love beneath the decorated boughs of their Christmas tree...

(sigh) even though just a fantasy of mine, I do long to one day make love under a Christmas tree...It hasn't happened yet, but I will make sure it does one day.

What are some of your favorite encounters beneath either the Christmas Tree or Mistle Toe, or any other holiday place?
 
My wife and I used to make it an annual ritual, that was before we had kids. Now I sit up until three AM putting plastic toys together.
 
Ah...the memories

That is surely one of my favorite Christmas memories. Very romantic with all the lights out except those on the tree, then laying with our heads under the tree together afterwards...*sigh*

My other fav is about two years after that Christmas, when my husband and his best friend made me Midori Kamakazis and I ended up doing a very erotic dance for both of them. I think a candle was involved...along with Clapton's unplugged version of Layla - using only the lit tree as illumination.
 
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R Nitelight...I hope that is a good fascination!!! LOL Countess DeWinter, the first part of your story is soooo romantic, further deepening my want and desire to experience such a beautiful thing. The second part..well, uhhh, well, you are a fascinating young lady! LOL
 
Under the Christmas tree is one of my top spots for making love. I have been lucky enough to experience the pleasure several times. Adding soft carol music in the backgound adds to the whole effect.
 
Re: Ah...the memories

Countess DeWinter said:
My other fav is about two years after that Christmas, when my husband and his best friend made me Midori Kamakazis

I had a Christmas party where a friend's husband was trying to make those Midori Kamakazis (he was learning to be a bartender). He would pour the shot into a small pitcher everytime he made one which was bad. Two hours later the pitcher was full so, before I could stop him, he tossed the liquid into my fireplace which had a small fire in it. Needless to say, the fire shot out and singed off his eyebrows. He continued to party and never became a bartender.
 
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