I’ve always felt judged. Even when I was a child – in fact especially
when I was a child – and especially at this time of the year. Sunday school
would have to be attended every week, where I was told that not to have Jesus
in my life meant I was going to Hell when I died. A scary place when imposed on
the mind of a child – my imagination so brilliant and vivid meant for many a
terror ridden night.

And then there was bloody Santa. I saw a meme shared recently which said,
‘fuck off Santa you fat judgemental cunt’ and I thought, yes, yes, fuck OFF Santa you fat judgemental cunt!  If only I’d been brave enough back then to
think that way. But the fear of going to Hell with no fucking Christmas
presents is horror indeed to a nine year old.

So now, as you lie over my lap and I’m ruminating on Christmases past,
the fire crackling and a mulled wine by my side, I feel good. I feel happy and
content that I’m not bad. I never was fucking bad and the anger about it
sizzles then ebbs away as I stroke your satiny backside. Before you come over I
always rub lotion into my hands and file my nails to make sure they are as
smooth as can be for you. Your skin is so precious and soft, it thrills me to
know how I’ll soon have it rosy.

Masturbation Monday Prompt

First though, your breathing quickens as I pass
you a small present. You take it, still over my knee and excitedly begin to tug
apart the ribbons. I love your giggle as your pretty fingers tangle and twist
at the paper to reveal a velvet box. It’s me who’s trembling now. A thrill
running from the soles of my feet up my legs and thighs where the heat and
pressure of you makes my balls yearn. Your bodyweight restricts my bulge which
is now straining.

“What is it?” you ask, twisting your head awkwardly to see me and my
cock swells even harder at how flushed your face is through the tendrils of
hair obscuring it. I reach to your lips, pulling away strands which have stuck
to your lipstick. You go to suckle me but I pull away.

“Not yet, my sweet,” I say but, fuck,
I want your mouth on me, I do, and not just my fingers. “Open it and see.”

You look at me then turn back and lift the lid.

“Ooo,” you squeal and your buttocks clench together under my right palm.
You look up at me with wide eyes and hesitate before passing me the gift. “It’s
beautiful,” you whisper and I’m so very pleased that you think so.

It’s a polished steel plug with a jewel in the end.

I pop it in my mouth to heat and lubricate it while my fingers run down
between your cheeks dipping in to your now soaking pussy. I push two digits
inside and draw out your sensual liquids smearing them up to your ass. The
ridge of your tight muscles twitches as I apply pressure and I stare again at
your flawless white bottom. I take out the warmed plug and transfer it to my
right hand, pressing the tip gently against you.

“Relax my love, you’re going to enjoy this. It’s going to look like a diamond
in the snow.”

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