1. Ms. Claws


    Date: 12/8/2017, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Author: griffen1, Source: xHamster

    Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house... Who am I k**ding, except for me, there were no creatures in my house to stir--at least no mammals. My lover had moved out three weeks ago. I didn't mind her going so much, but she took the elegant Siamese Amberdrake with her. We had a long hard custody battle over the cat, but in the end, I had to admit that Amber had move in with her, so she got to take him when she left. So here I was alone, again, for the holidays. I had my viewing all picked out for the next day, starting with Miracle on 34th Street, and ending with The Bishop's Wife. I had my miniature turkey (e.g. Rock Cornish Game Hen) all stuffed and ready to go in the oven, and I had bought a pecan pie for desert. Under my Christmas tree were the grab bag gift from work and the fruitcake my bank sent me each year. Usually, I take the cake to the park the day after Christmas and crumbled it up for the pigeons; they deserve a holiday treat too. It's not that I hadn't had invitations from several friends to spend the holidays with them. But I always felt in the way when I visited all those happy couples. Last year, when I still had a significant other, I spent the holidays with two pairs of my closest friends. But now that I'm single again, I insist on spending Christmas alone. Is that logic for you, or what? I sat in the window watching it snow for a couple of hours before going to bed. In New York, the snow turns gray within hours, but just now, in it's ...
    pristine whiteness, it was enchanting. Several of my neighbors were heavily into window lights, and the soft mounds that covered the garbage cans in the ally reflected a holiday spectrum of colors: red and green and gold. My windows were iced up, and the streetlights where halos refracted through the frost. For a while, I forgot about being alone and depressed on Christmas Eve. When my upstairs neighbor turned off his lights, I sighed and finished my eggnog and went to bed. At first, I wasn't sure what had woken me; sort of a rattling sound coming from the living room window. I turned over, and thought, &#034Oh it's just Amber playing with the sash.&#034 Then I froze. Amber doesn't live here anymore. I quietly got out of bed and grabbed the softball bat from the closet. I tip toed as stealthily as I could to the bedroom door. And stubbed my toe on the dresser. Oomph! I stuffed my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming. I inched open the door and crept around the bend. I raised the bat to bring it down on the intruder's head. And stopped. Santa Claus's red covered ass was sticking up as he bent to close the window behind him. &#034Aren't you supposed to come down the chimney?&#034 I asked with great originality. Santa screamed and spun around. Hmmm, this Santa had it's padding in the wrong spots. &#034You scared me,&#034 she accused. &#034I scared you? This is my apartment.&#034 &#034Well yes I know. I did knock, but I guess you were asl**p.&#034 &#034You guessed right. Can I ...
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