As the holiday season approaches, my rebellious and impulsive barely legal desires come flooding. You see, I have a confession to make – I am a naughty, horny schoolgirl who couldn’t resist the temptation of sitting on Santa’s lap and making his pole go north. And let me tell you, my actions made not just Santa, but all the elves at the North Pole very happy.
It all started innocently enough, with my friends and I hanging out at the mall during winter break. We were all dressed up in our shortest skirts and low-cut tops, feeling rebellious and daring. As we passed by Santa’s Grotto, we couldn’t resist the urge to take a peek. Little did I know, this impulsive decision would lead to one of the most memorable (and slightly scandalous) moments for me.
As I sat on Santa’s lap, I couldn’t help but notice how handsome and charming he was. And when he asked me what I wanted for Christmas, without a moment’s hesitation, I replied with a playful smirk, ‘Your North Pole.’ Santa chuckled and said, ‘Well, you must have been a very good girl this year then.’
And just like that, the game was on. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I boldly slid my hand towards his crotch. Santa didn’t object, instead, he deepened his voice and asked me if I wanted to go back to the North Pole with him. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I couldn’t resist the thrill. So, without a second thought, I jumped off his lap and followed him to his secret room behind the Grotto.
As we entered the room, I was greeted with a sight that I will never forget. It was like stepping into a scene straight out of a Christmas-themed adult movie. There were elves everywhere, busy making toys and preparing for Christmas. But what caught my attention the most was the sight of Santa’s glistening, full-of-potential, North Pole.
I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer and without a word, I climbed onto the table where Santa was sitting, straddled him, and began riding his pole like my life depended on it. I could hear the elves whooping and cheering in the background, but I was too lost in the moment to care. Santa’s moans of pleasure only egged me on, and I could feel my body trembling with delight.
After what felt like a blissful eternity, Santa and I finally reached our climax. I dismounted and stumbled off the table, my legs shaking with exhaustion and pleasure. Santa looked at me with a satisfied.
As I walked out of the secret room, my friends were waiting for me with wide eyes and jaws dropped to the floor. They couldn’t believe what I had just done, and neither could I. But at that moment, I didn’t care about their judgment or what people might think. I was proud of my boldness and rebellious spirit.
I realize that my actions as a naughty schoolgirl may have been daring and unconventional, but they brought joy and happiness to Santa and his elves. And that, to me, is what the holiday season is all about – spreading love and bringing a smile to other people’s faces. So, this Christmas, I hope to spread some joy in unique and unexpected ways, just like I did with Santa and his little helpers at the North Pole. After all, isn’t that what makes the holiday season so magical?
