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Sunday 20 December 2015

Week 68 #MasturbationMonday Nothin' But a Santa Hat...

The rules are simple
Write a steamy hot post about masturbation or share a snippet so hot, it’ll make our readers want to masturbate.

In the spirit of the season, a quick snip from brand new release Mistle Tow

 “Give me a few, okay?” Kinley disappeared into the bathroom.  

A couple minutes later, Brant heard the spray from the shower.  

He wanted to join her. The lure of sliding his hands over her bare soapy slippery skin was more than tempting, but she seemed to need a minute. Maybe he did, too, but he’d rather be in there with her.   

When the door opened, Brant looked up. She was a vision, in just a towel wrapped around her slim frame. Her long hair damp, messy, and incredibly sexy. 

“Your turn,” she said with a slight smile on her face. 

Brant gave her a quick kiss on his way by, but before he closed the door, he said, “When I come out, you’d better be completely naked except for that Santa hat.” 

He hurried through his shower, lathering quickly.  

When he exited the bathroom, his heart stuttered. His cock, which was already half-mast just from the anticipation, lengthened.  

As directed, Kinley was gloriously nude perched on the edge of the bed, complete with the Santa hat, with her long shapely legs crossed. It was sensory overload. He didn’t know where to look first, but his gaze went straight to her perfect breasts. Her nipples were tight.  

She stood and approached. Obviously, she was comfortable in her own skin. And what fine lovely skin it was. Her gaze traveled over his body as his greedy stare drank her in.  

“Wow, look what you’ve been hiding,” she said. 

Brant cupped her hips then slid his hands upward, smoothing a path over her slim waist and up her ribs. “Ditto,” he said, in a low voice.  

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a gym bum.” 

“Oh? Why not?” he asked, while sliding his thumbs back and forth under breasts.  

“I’ve seen you eat donuts.” Her gaze darted over his chest.  

Kinley leaned in and kissed his collarbone before giving it a
little suck. Brant’s body surged.  

With a flick of her wrist she divested him of the towel hitched around is hips. The minute her cool hands wrapped around his aching cock, he jumped.  

“Come with me.” She gave his dick a tug and led him toward the bed. “I want it just like in the truck. Fast, but hard this time.” 

“Wellokay,” he slurred the words together in complete agreement. One thing about Kinley, he’d learned, she definitely knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to say so. 

At the edge of the bed she let go and turned away from him, then crawled to the center. His mouth actually watered at the sight of her shapely ass and hint of her swollen pussy. Her sweet bum was in the air, ready for him, just as he’d imagined.  

Though his brain was mush he asked, “Condom?” 

“Little late for that after the quick truck fuck, don’t you think?”  

He shrugged, as she added, “Besides I want to feel you, skin to skin.” Her words made his dick tug.  

Brant knelt on the bed and nudged his cock against her backside. “Don’t you need any um … foreplay or anything?” he asked. 

“No. What do you think I’ve been doing while you were in the shower?” 

An image of her playing with those pink delicate folds danced in his mind. “Aww, why wouldn’t you let me watch you?” He groaned. “Fuck, Kin!” 

“Yes, fuck Kin!” She demanded trying to reach behind and grasp his shaft.  

He fisted his dick and aimed with a testing poke. “Christ, Kin, you’re so wet.” He dragged the tip of his cock through her slippery crease.  

Overly impatient, she reared back, wiggling, trying to take him inside. “Brant! Please!”  

In a hard thrust, he plunged inside. They both gasped—her at the forceful invasion he assumed, and he, at the scorching heat.  

Balancing on one hand, she took the other and began to rim her clit. Even as he thrust, he could feel her working. Her passage firmed delectably.  

“Oh, Gawd.” She moaned. “Yeah … ye-ah.” She arched her  back and tipped her head back. Her pussy grabbed and released his cock in amazingly strong pulses. “Mmm, hard, Brant. Go!”  

Kinley placed her other hand on the mattress and braced. And he gave it to her, hard and fast, like she wanted, in long powerful strokes, almost leaving her body as he withdrew only to drive home again. The force even managed to knock the Santa hat right off her head.  

“More!” she begged.  

Slapping skin and the sound of the squeaky bedsprings, filled the room, quickening with every shove. Kin released the same little erotic hiccup she had in the truck. This time he reveled in the sound.  

Brant broke out in a hot sweat. His heart pounded, his blood pumped. His cock throbbed, begging for release. He changed his angle slightly and circled his hips.  

She all but screamed and everything in her tightened, her luscious inner walls squeezed him. Gripping her hips, Brant rammed into her fully and filled her with uneven streams of hot semen.  

“Uhh.” She breathed. “Uhh, so good.” Her body became all sinewy and she lowered to the bed. Brant followed, easing to his side next to her. She lay still, her hair covering her face.  

“Tired?” he asked, brushing the long strands out of the way so he could see part of her face.  

“Mmm, it’s been a long and eventful day,” she murmured.  

Brant pulled the sheets up, covering them both. He couldn’t help but smile when Kin sighed again, his contented little pussycat. For the first time since they began their trip, exhaustion pulled at Brant, too.  

Kinley coiled herself around him, placing her head on his chest. 
“Merry Christmas, Brantley,” she murmured. He’d completely forgotten. 

“Merry Christmas, Kinley.” 
Evernight     Amazon 

The last thing Brantley Holley wants to do this year is spend the holidays at home with his family.

In an attempt to move on from his failed marriage, Brant places the marital home on the market and also decides to clean house, ridding himself of any and all reminders. Although it wrecks him to do so, that includes selling his beloved ’66 Chevelle, which may also have contributed to the demise of his marriage.  

Brant puts his baby up on the auction block at one of the premier auction houses— the auction to be held over the holidays. But instead of racking up needless extra miles on her, which might be a detriment to potential buyers, he hires a flatbed tow truck to convey his precious cargo from Philadelphia to Arizona.

But when the rollback shows up, Brant is totally unprepared for the sexy blonde bombshell in the red Santa hat who steps out of the massive red tow truck.

All of a sudden, the holidays are looking a whole lot more festive.

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Happy M-Monday and Merry Christmas!


  1. Hot scene! I'm loving the snow gif of the cover too xxx

  2. Sounds like a delicious way to spend Christmas


  3. Oh holy hell that was hot. I want to wear a Santa hat!! ;)