Christmas Morning

Christmas Morning

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This story is based off a challenge I found on pintrest, to write a short story that includes a scarf, a badly wrapped present and a kiss.This is a bit of contemporary approach but hey, I liked it. So here we go.........
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It's Christmas Eve, and I should be celebrating it by finding a "ho ho ho" to take "ho ho home." That way, I could stay warm between her thighs. Maybe even add our names to the top of Santa's Naughty List. But of course, I have a perv for a boss. He gets his jollies on his work computer. The computer contracts viruses that he doesn't know how to get rid of. He insists he needs it working before Dec.26th, and I already have Christmas Day plans. Since I'm a contractually obligated IT, and his go to debugger, guess what? I'll be spending Christmas Eve in an empty office building. At least, I thought the office would be empty. It didn't occur to me that I would have company until I saw HER car in the lot. Ah yes, Camry. The Director's young, long legged PA with a face like an angel and a body to sell your soul for. She's hot enough stop winter in its tracks. Or keep me nice and toasty while I work. Except, Camry won't be doing a damn thing for me. She's straight. She's probably sleeping with our boss. She's stuck up. She hates me. I hate her back. I just can't figure out why. Where does all her animosity for my studly charm come from? I've never done anything to her...have I? It turns out, I have. And now my boss's gorgeous assistant is owed my atonement. She wants my submission. I'm not the type of masc lesbian that spends much time on her knees. So what happens between Camry and I tonight, well... I guess we'll call it a Christmas mistress miracle. ****This is a (bi-racial) stud/fem lesbian, erotic, short story involving revenge and elements of BDSM through masculine submission. It's not pure smut but there's a lot of it. Fair warning.*****

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