Who would have known a filthy Christmas wish would have resulted in a dark-haired, raunchy Santa coming down my chimney and giving me exactly what I wished for?
He gave me everything I wanted, right down to the sparkly pearl necklace and the wild, crazy ride on his North Pole, but this sexy Santa has a dark secret. For years he's been watching me while I sleep, and he knows how much I can take.
I always thought Santa was about spreading joy at Christmas, but I couldn't have been more wrong. This filthy Santa prefers to spread something else, and as long as he's willing to give, I'm more than happy to take.
He pushes me to my limits, fulfilling my wildest Christmas fantasies, but just how long can I do this before I break my own heart? Do I wish him back every Christmas and spend each year longing for a man I can't truly have, or is it time to finally let him go and watch him fly away on his big red sleigh once and for all?
