Christmas Morning.........

Merry Christmas!!!!!!!

If you are viewing this, I am going to guess that all the gifts have been given out and opened, the cocoa has been consumed, and the cookies were devoured. Now you can throw away the paper, ask for receipts, and go back to being ungrateful. 

Nah. I am sure you are grateful and all went well. Good for you.

But, what if it went differently? Hmmmmmmm.........

What if you woke up in your holiday pajamas and walked into your living room, only to find me sitting in a chair. Among all of the gifts, there I was, waiting to see you walk in. Relaxed, in my jeans and dark shirt. Arrogantly sitting with my big, white socked feet up on an ottoman. Wiggling my toes and rubbing them together as I stare you down. Seeing that your pajamas have become instantly tighter down below.

Your eyes would be fixed on every movement that my socked feet make. Looking me up and down as your knees weaken and you almost forget about the treasures that good Ol' St. Nick left behind. 

After all, he doesn't even take his boots off, but I did. 

With all the excitement of the day and waking up with your usual erection, you can't help but to think of anything else besides the feel of my socked feet sandwiching your hard-on for me. 

Wanting so badly to sniff them and feel them press against your smile, just as the other pushes it's way into your thin pajama bottoms. Ripping the fabric, my socked toes wiggle their way to your throbbing hard-on and press down like it is a gas pedal. Moaning and whimpering, you give in so easily to me......

you can think of nothing else, nothing but the though of pulling your pj's off and maybe humping my socked foot as I rest it beside the leg of the ottoman. Feeling my socked toes tease your hole, the warm cotton fabric sliding against your shaft, and the look on my face as I grin, knowing you can't help but to willingly humiliate yourself on Christmas morning, for me. 

For my feet.

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