"Dear Santa," the letter read. "Your latest interview on CNN prompted me to write to you.
"First of all, I wanted to say that I was sorry to hear that Mrs. Claus ran off with a young man she met on the internet. Having lived up north, I can appreciate how inviting the glimmering beaches of Rio would be to Mrs. Claus.
Secondly, I wanted to congratulate you on the great idea of retiring the reindeer and making your Christmas Eve run on a Harley with a sidecar.
The new look you have adapted to go with the bike is so "HOT". The goatee is so attractive on you and makes you look very sexy, not at all like the "merry old elf" of tradition. Your hair tied back in a ponytail is also very cool.
That low carb diet you were on has done wonders. You look so tall and trim in your new black riding leathers. You are now one very sexy looking dude, Santa.
Santa, let me confess I've had a crush on you since I was seven. You were visiting the good little boys and girls in the Silverman's Department Store.
After seeing your recent interview, I must confess to having some seriously adult fantasies about you, centered around your visiting me early Christmas morning in just your black leather riding chaps.
Yes Santa, I have been good. And in addition, (lewd wink) I am very, very good!
All I want for Christmas is some "hot Santa sex.".
She awakened early Christmas morning to the unique sound of a Harley engine idling then shutting down in the nearby parking area. She was at the door waiting when the door opened.
He was taller and much broader shouldered than she remembered. He filled the doorway as he entered her apartment and closed the door behind him.
"Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas," he said. "So you're good eh? Well in that case come to Santa, Baby."
Santa looked over her full, deep breasts, barely contained in the low cut, black nightgown and gathered her close in a hug. He laughed and said, "Here I am Baby, just what your Christmas letter ordered."
She licked a snowflake off his moustache and giggled in delight as he cupped her face in his hands, looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her, his tongue hot and searching.
She returned his kisses, sensually licking his upper lip, nibbling teasingly on his lower lip and slipping her hot tongue into his sweet, candy-cane tasting mouth. Their tongues found each other and twirled and danced together.
When at last their lips parted, they were dizzy and light-headed. "Oh Santa, please forgive my manners," she said in a husky, slightly breathless voice. "Please come on in and let me take your jacket."
"Just give me a minute Baby. I need to use the facilities. It was a bit too cold just to wear the riding chaps like you asked." He stroked the top of her thigh before making his way down the hall in the direction she pointed.
She was standing in the soft light of her bedside boudoir lamp, bent over, lighting a scented candle when he returned. "Oh Baby, what a fine view. Your sweet heart-shaped ass peeking out of that luscious black lace, showing just a tease of your pretty pussy."
She laughed softly and turned to look at him. He had the beginnings of a lovely hardon rising from between his leather chap clad legs. "You offer a pretty fine view yourself Santa," He had left a black button up thermal shirt on but open, revealing a broad and well muscled chest. She moved closer and rubbed her face in the soft, silvery hair that covered it. The hot tip of his rather large cock pressed against her belly.
"Merry Christmas Baby." He whispered as he gently turned her around to face away from him. He reached between her legs and stroked his hand up her steamy slit.