| Author: | Teagan Winters | ISBN: | 9781301995042 |
| Publisher: | Teagan Winters | Publication: | December 5, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Teagan Winters |
| ISBN: | 9781301995042 |
| Publisher: | Teagan Winters |
| Publication: | December 5, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Being home for the holidays is usually filled with relaxing near a fireplace and watching television for one college student. Instead, the young woman is going to discover that the snowman across the street is more than just a wintery decoration. As the night advances, she may just find out that her darkest lust for submissive fantasies might just come true.
Word Count: 6,900
This erotic short story features adult content, including a young woman treating herself to solo pleasure, and an intimate session with a paranormal snowman. Vegetables included. For mature audiences only. All characters over 18.
Excerpt:
I wiped a sliver of drool from the corner of my mouth as I looked up into the dark, emotionless eyes of my partner. Some clever trick, I thought to myself, yet I couldn't shake just how amazing this felt. I was falling into my own darkest fantasies. Perhaps they didn't involve a mechanical snowman, but instead the situation appeased my submissive desires.
"I've been a bad girl, Mr. Snowman." I bit my lip as I felt him tickle my chest.
"What happens to bad girls?"
Just the question I was waiting for. "They need to be punished."
I gently pulled his arm branch out from underneath my clothes. My lower abdomen was absolutely on fire now, and I couldn't keep my legs still. My loins knew what I wanted.
The creature of snow and decorations may have been just an act, but I knew whoever was watching would enjoy this. Of course, I pretended to not know anything about it all, and played it off as if some fantastical, living snowman was coming onto me. My body sure didn't mind.
Looking around before I continued to make sure no one was coming, I slowly unbuckled my heavy winter pants and pulled them down to mid thigh. Next, the pajamas underneath followed, along with my underwear. The bitter wind on my flesh made me shiver initially, but the fire inside of me burned hotter now, counteracting what would have been an unbearable cold on my skin.
Being home for the holidays is usually filled with relaxing near a fireplace and watching television for one college student. Instead, the young woman is going to discover that the snowman across the street is more than just a wintery decoration. As the night advances, she may just find out that her darkest lust for submissive fantasies might just come true.
Word Count: 6,900
This erotic short story features adult content, including a young woman treating herself to solo pleasure, and an intimate session with a paranormal snowman. Vegetables included. For mature audiences only. All characters over 18.
Excerpt:
I wiped a sliver of drool from the corner of my mouth as I looked up into the dark, emotionless eyes of my partner. Some clever trick, I thought to myself, yet I couldn't shake just how amazing this felt. I was falling into my own darkest fantasies. Perhaps they didn't involve a mechanical snowman, but instead the situation appeased my submissive desires.
"I've been a bad girl, Mr. Snowman." I bit my lip as I felt him tickle my chest.
"What happens to bad girls?"
Just the question I was waiting for. "They need to be punished."
I gently pulled his arm branch out from underneath my clothes. My lower abdomen was absolutely on fire now, and I couldn't keep my legs still. My loins knew what I wanted.
The creature of snow and decorations may have been just an act, but I knew whoever was watching would enjoy this. Of course, I pretended to not know anything about it all, and played it off as if some fantastical, living snowman was coming onto me. My body sure didn't mind.
Looking around before I continued to make sure no one was coming, I slowly unbuckled my heavy winter pants and pulled them down to mid thigh. Next, the pajamas underneath followed, along with my underwear. The bitter wind on my flesh made me shiver initially, but the fire inside of me burned hotter now, counteracting what would have been an unbearable cold on my skin.
