Embarrassment Turns To Ecstasy For Meagan

"The firm’s annual formal Christmas Party was held on Friday, December 13th this year.  What could go wrong?"

Meagan slipped into her formal black dress for the firm’s annual Christmas Party.  The gown was floor length, below the spikes of her ankle-strap stilettos.  She smoothed down the gown, grabbed her clutch, and hurried downstairs to the waiting taxi,...

Silent Night, Unholy Night

"Decorating the Christmas tree with lustful lesbians is never a simple affair."

It was tradition to decorate the Christmas tree together for our party. Last year it was at Heidi's house, and before that, Dee's. This year, it was my turn. Everything began normally with the typical flirting and gossiping that ensued...

Mistletoe Merriment And Festive Filth

"Alliterated adult Christmas party planning in a house full of university students"

“Sonia, if Rupert could stop groping you for a while, we’re meant to be planning our houseparty, which is only a week away!”Lucy gave them a sassy eyebrow raise, throwing a pointed stare at Rupert’s hand on Sonia’s midriff.“And you...

What A Bitch

"They didn’t know I was there. “Are you going to fuck him?” “Probably,” said the other, and they giggled. “What about you?” “Yeh, definitely! I haven’t had a fuck for weeks.”"

Suzie“What are you doing still here?” It was Mr Symonds, or Harry, as he was known to most of us. “The party starts in an hour,” and he gave me his lovely warm smile. “Angela, are you ready?”“Yes, I am,...

A Late Night To Remember

"Who knew decorating for a holiday party would end up with me as the decoration"

Ugh, it’s after five on a Friday and, of course, I’m still at work. I swear I had the day all planned out so I would get all my work done, still have time to decorate for tomorrow’s holiday party,...

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Salinsky!

"Mrs. Salinksky's Christmas party comes with a pleasant surprise for her."

I flicker a weak smile across the festively decorated sitting room, making brief eye contact with my intoxicated husband, who casts a somewhat disinterested glance back at me from his well-worn spot by the punch bowl. When a trickle of...