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ask for more or I'll write it off as a one night Christmas stand and go
on with my holiday schedule as planned. No commitment. That's my other gift to
me.
    The idea is
freeing, like a breath of fresh air. I do like to get myself a good holiday
lay, whether I have to scout it out and work for it a bit or whether, as now,
it comes to me.  This is nice, this not having to play the down-and-outer. Yep,
this seems like just the thing. A no-strings Christmas fling.
    The impression
does still stay at the back of my mind that she'd be open to revisiting a
potential relationship but I'm happy in my skin as I realize that despite the
super-stimulating phone sex and the promise of mind-blowing sex to come, to me
it's still just good sex with a known good factor. This far in and still no
sign of meltdown.
    It's not like I
don't want eventually to be with someone meaningful; I just don't think it's
her anymore, and that is some kind of progress. And some kind of power. And in
the meantime, it's just the right interim holiday break.
    So yeah, babe.
I'll do this holiday fuck fair with you. I'll spread my good cheer all over
you.
    ***
    As I walk up to
her door, I smile to myself and recall the fact that I'd warned her she'd
better be ready for me. She's always been a good player and is always game for
some rollicking good fun, so I wonder just how she might have prepared for me,
knowing that I left that pretty open-ended.
    She must have
been looking out for me because as I raise my hand to knock on her door, she
opens it.
    "Ah it's
the sweet elf, I see. That's it, is it? I guess that suits a little nymph like
you."
    There she
stands, totally prepared for me, just as she's been told. In fact the whole
place looks like it's been ready and waiting. I look her up and down as she
smiles coyly at me, teasing me in her little elf-ette suit. There she stands in
a silky red barely-there naughty little number.  It's trimmed with white fur
over her very, very voluptuous breasts bursting out of the top that just hardly
comes up over the tops of her tit-tips. The top cuts off just at the bottom of
her rib cage, leaving her firm, ivory-skinned mid-section bare.
    The bottom of
the outfit is a super-short trimmed skirt that stops in the front just at the
bottom of her precious parts. The back is even shorter with the cut rising up
over her beautiful, firm ass cheeks so that by the time it reaches its climax
mid-ass, the perfect roundness of the bottom of her cheeks is revealed,
tantalizingly peeking out below the hem.  The fur trim gives it just the
insinuation of a little snow-bunny ass, and I think how great it would be to
let that fur tickle my shaft as I probe my head between the firmness of those
cheeks.
    At the cleft of
her cheeks I can see just a trace of a shiny red thong disappearing between
those beauteous thighs to the sweetest place on earth. It's times like these
that make a man jealous of a simple pair of panties. From out of the skirt also
travels a pair of garters and I follow with my eye down to mid-thigh where they
meet up with smooth silk thigh-high stockings, which I follow further down the
length of her shapely legs to where her perfect ankles melt into fur-trimmed
high-heeled slippers.  I make a mental note to travel this path soon; perhaps
with my hand, or maybe my tongue.
    As I take in her
ensemble her scent fills my nostrils, and it is as delicious and inviting as
ever it was. It mingles with the aroma of the hot buttered rum she holds in her
hand, waiting for me. What a good little elf she is. I can't wait to experience
her bad side again.
    The fire is warm
and crackling and I hear flirty Christmas music playing low in the background,
tunes like the breathy, suggestive "Santa Baby". Finally she speaks
and says, "I hope I've prepared enough to your liking. I didn't want to
take any chances of being knocked off the "nice" list. But if I've
done something wrong, you could always give me a little Christmas spanking to
make up for