Monday, December 16, 2019

For My True Love (Masturbation Monday #276 & Wicked Wednesday #394)

Unfortunately, the story I’d hoped to post last week has been delayed due to circumstances beyond my control. For this week, with Christmas fast approaching, I had this naughty idea.

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Hope you enjoy,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

For My True Love
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

I’d been racking my brain, trying to think of the perfect gift for my man on our first Christmas together. For a number of reasons, I was terribly out of practice shopping for that special someone. Nothing seemed original enough—especially for the only man I’d ever truly loved.

Then I had a very naughty idea. I came up with my own version of “The Twelve Days of Christmas.” Using some fancy card stock decorated with red and green body glitter, I wrote the following…

On the first day of Christmas, your true love gives to you…a mind-melting blowjob.

On the second day of Christmas, your true love gives to you…two titty fucks at your pleasure.

On the third day of Christmas, your true love gives to you…three very long French kisses…anywhere.

On the fourth day of Christmas, your true love gives to you…four phone sex sessions…anytime.

On the fifth day of Christmas, your true love gives to you…five messy facials.

On the sixth day of Christmas, your true love gives to you…six early morning lays.

On the seventh day of Christmas, your true love gives to you…seven nights of leisurely shower/bathtub love-making.

On the eighth day of Christmas, your true love gives to you…eight handjobs…whenever, wherever.

On the ninth day of Christmas, your true love gives to you…nine naughty lap dances.

On the tenth day of Christmas, your true love gives to you…ten anal experiences.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, your true love gives to you…eleven erotic texting sessions at work.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, your true love gives to you…twelve random sexy selfies.

Truth be told, I would eagerly do any of these things—and a whole lot more—any time of the year. He knew it, too. But I thought this would be some naughty Christmas fun.

When I handed him the card, he looked confused at first. As he read it, a slow sexy smile spread across his handsome face. Then he immediately claimed the first gift, much to my delight.

I took my time worshiping his cock. I especially enjoyed lightly sucking on the head while teasing the underside with my tongue. The sounds he made as I lavishly loved him with my mouth got me so hot and bothered. I could feel the moisture coating my cunt lips and struggled to focus all my attention on him. This dirty Christmas list was as much a gift for me as it was for him.

With a few low grunts, he filled my mouth with his creamy load. I held it there for him to see. He loved watching me play with his come. As an enthusiastic come slut, I was only too happy to oblige.

I made a big show of holding it in my mouth, then slowly letting it drool down onto my tits. I caught some of it between my fingers and pulled them apart, admiring the glistening strands of spunk. Then I licked my messy fingers clean, humming at the salty-sweet taste of him.

Finally, I looked up to meet his scintillating blue gaze and smiled at his expression of fiery intent. He groaned, then dragged me off to the bedroom. After tying me to the bed, he chose a particularly stimulating toy and made me scream his name over and over again.

On the second day of Christmas, he woke me up with his clever mouth, eating my pussy until I came all over his talented tongue. I was still quivering from the aftershocks when he climbed up my body and straddled my chest.

I chuckled. “I knew you’d be eager for this one.”

He grinned down at me. “Fuck yeah!”

Titty-fucking was one of his favorite things. That was a big reason why I made it the second day’s gift. Hmmm, that gave me another wicked idea. Maybe I could come up with a dirty version of the song “My Favorite Things” for his birthday.

Reaching back, he swiped his fingers along my creamy slit, making me gasp as he grazed my hypersensitive clit. He smeared my cunt juice between my tits, then settled his cock between them. It was already impressively hard and drooling pre-come.

This might sound crazy, but I actually enjoyed him fucking my tits. Being in this position, with his warm weight above me, appealed to my natural submissive desires. However, I also got a thrill out of kneeling between his legs, wrapping my tits around his cock, and jerking him off. Even though I was an active participant in that scenario, I got immense satisfaction from pleasuring the one man who deserved my submission.

He pushed my abundant flesh together, making a tight titty cunt around his shaft. The feel of his hard, hot length there was so incredibly intimate and arousing. I looked up to watch him as he pulled his hips back. The look of pure bliss that washed over his face reawakened the needy ache in my cunt.

As he pushed forward, he looked down and watched the head of his cock emerge from between my tits. “I love seeing my cock fuck your big tits.”

It was extremely hot watching the dusky pink head appear from between my creamy flesh. It offered a voyeuristic perspective we didn’t get when he fucked my cunt or ass. I alternated between watching his face and his cock, stroking my hands up and down his thighs as he set up a slow, steady rhythm. His crinkly hair tickling my palms was another sensation to savor.

“What are you?”

I met his burning blue gaze and my arousal climbed even higher. My response was effortless and thrilling. “A filthy fucking come-slut.”

“And who do you belong to?”

“You. Only you.”

He groaned. “Kiss my dick.”

That wasn’t something I needed to be told twice. I lifted my head and he paused long enough for me to French kiss the tip of his cock. He hissed out a breath and his cock disappeared again.

I was about to pull my head back, but he said, “Keep your head there.”

Again, it was my pleasure. Every time his cockhead appeared from between my tits, I licked and kissed it as much as I could. His thrusting got increasingly faster, his balls slapping against me with every motion. A litany of dirty talk poured from his mouth, getting progressively nastier. His distinctive fuck language was always an accelerant on the burning desire racing through my veins.

Reaching a crescendo, he panted hard and fast. “I’m going to come, dirty girl!”

I tilted my head back just before a heavy burst of come hit the underside of my chin.

Growling, he kept fucking my tits as he shot several more thick ropes of spunk all over my neck and chest.

Completely spent, he collapsed beside me.

Of course, I couldn’t resist playing with the generous load he’d bestowed upon me. I leisurely dragged my fingers through it and painted it all over my tits, including around my taut nipples.

When I heard that his breathing had calmed, I looked over to see him watching me. “If there’s any downside to this gift, it’s that I only get to do that twice.”

“Silly man, remember how the song goes?”

He stared at me with a blank expression. I don’t think all the blood had returned to his brain yet.

“Everything gets repeated. Over and over again.”

His eyes lit up and he laughed. “You rock!”

“Anything for my true love on Christmas.”


  1. nice idea! Sounds like lots of fun too :-)

  2. I absolutely love THAT Christmas list! Such a sexy story :)

    Rebel xox

  3. That was an incredibly hot story! What an amazing Christmas gift!

  4. This is exactly the kind of festive reading I enjoy this time of year! Great read! Very clever ending! "You Rock" too!

  5. Sounds like the PERFECT Christmas gift to me!