¶ Snowstorm Cancels Christmas Party
It's pretty bad, huh? Yeah, I can't believe it. This morning it was calling for light snowfall. This storm really came out of nowhere. Oh, it's my mum. But can you add another log to the fire? Hey mom, it's me. Yeah, we're fine. It's nights like this that make me wonder if moving into the country was a good idea.
We live in a pretty rural area. There have already been some reports of road closures due to the accidents on the way into town where your parents live. Snow seems to pile up so much faster out here. No plows are coming down the roads every few hours like in the city. Uh well, so much for the party tonight. We aren't very social people, but we really have been looking forward to the holiday party at your parents. They have great food, fun card games, and your dad's infamous eggnog.
I don't think I've ever had a drink stronger than his eggnog. Talk to you later. Love you. Are they okay? Yeah, they're fine. They're snowed in too, so the party's cancelled. Well, at least we know they won't run out of food. Yeah. Mom always makes enough to feed a small village. They'll be fine. Oh God. Well, we'll make it up on New Year's, I'm sure. You curl up next to me on the couch and pull a blanket over us.
¶ Intimate Evening Begins at Home
You smell so good. Your hand slides under my shirt, and I feel your cool touch against my warm skin. I struck my fingers over your hair and rest my chin on top of your head. Well, the backup generator's ready in case the power goes out. And we have the dessert you made for tonight in the fridge. We have some wine. Maybe we could have a movie night. Hmm, maybe. When do you feel like watching? I don't know. I'm not really in the mood to watch anything new.
I guess we could just scroll for a bit. Mario Kart? We haven't played in forever. No, thank you. Remember the last time we played? What? I'm competitive. It's not my fault you suck at the game. I cup your jaw in my hand and tilt your chin up to look at me. You've got a playful smile on your face, and your hand is slowly trailing up and down my chest under my shirt. Oh, I suck at the game? Me? Who has the high score right now?
Oh yeah, that's right. It's me. Not for long. I have all night to beat that score now. Your hand slips out from under my shirt and you climb on top of me. Your chest presses up against mine as you lean in to kiss me. The kiss you give me is soft and playful. As you pull away, you bite down gently on my bottom lip. Ugh. I love that little noise you make when you do that. Your hand trails up to the buttons on my shirt and you slowly start to undo them. Hmm, someone's in the mood now. Mm-hmm.
You open my shirt without your lips leaving mine, and start to run your hands all across my body. My chest, down to my stomach, and back up again. My hands snake around your waist and I run my hands up and down your back a few times before letting them settle on your thighs. You grind lightly against me as you start to kiss my neck. Well, that feels really good. My skin prickles with heat and a warm rush of pleasure flows through my body.
You trail your touch down my chest, my stomach, and your fingers stop at my waist. You tug on one of my belt loops as you pull away. That sweet, mischievous grin of yours is a dead giveaway. You know what you want, but I have another idea.
¶ The Edging Game Challenge
Hmm, I have an idea. Little game we could play? Oh, I'm listening. I wrap my arms around you and pull you closer. The way you're sitting on my lap, I know you can feel my cock twitching a little as you gently grind against me. You know how we've been talking about edging? You know, since the other night. Well this is kinda like that, but not exactly. The first person to come tonight.
The first one to cave has to shovel the snow in the morning. Oh my god. That's gonna be like that'll take hours. You better not lose then, huh? You bite your lips softly as you grind on my lap a little more. Okay. Let's do it. I squeeze your ass as you grind down against me in a steady rhythm. Fuck. I grip your hips and lift you off me, switching our positions and lowering you down onto the couch on your back. Hmm.
Uh, I love the sounds you make. I love that I'm the one who makes you sound like that. I trail my lips down your stomach, kissing and gently biting every inch of you that I can. All the way down to the waistband of your jeans. Let's take these off. You might be needing beans. Thanks for listening to the But this story is too hot. Yeah. To listen to the full story, head on over to As a free user, you can live in the world. stories every month.
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