Um, I maybe did something bad. Really bad. Like, wrote something bad, I mean. This is possibly not a good thing to have done.
But over on the other one, there is a Christmas-themed story.
Which is, um, fairly mild for there. Which is why I’m saying about it here.
As in, there’s some non-consensual spanking. But that’s really all.
Except the part about how it’s a Christmas-themed smut story called Naughty or Nice. And that in itself might be distressing…
For no particular reason except that I’m bored, I decide to do something I haven’t done in ages. I stay up to wait for Santa.
I hang up a stocking in a room with a fireplace, and then sit in a big soft chair with a rug over me and wait. After a while, I go to sleep. The room is quiet, and there is no traffic outside, and so I eventually doze off. Which is fine. This is more about nice old memories than actually expecting anything to happen, anyway.
Except that hours later, I wake, and realize there is someone else in the room.
A man in a red suit is standing beside the fireplace.
“Fuck,” I say, and jump.
He says, “Fuck,” too.
“Who are you?” I say.
He looks down at his red suit, and at his beard, and at his sack. And then glances at his tablet which seems to have a list of deliveries on the screen. I get it. I mean, he isn’t the shape I’d always thought Santa was. He’s more, well, cut and rippling. But other than that, red suit, long beard, silly hat. I’m pretty sure I know who he is.
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Oh, and look at this before you look at much more over there, if you haven’t yet. And also, be safe and have good holidays and thank you for reading stuff this year!
Update: And on Smashwords too, just because :)