Christmas Candy Cane Dildo: The Christmas Miracle Popsicle. A Sexy Erotic Tale about Renewed Christmas Spirit
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Literotica 2021 Winter Holidays Story Contest
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I haven't celebrated Christmas in 3 years. Why would I need to? I am single, no kids, no family, 31 pretty much going on 50. My pussy is filled with cobwebs. Well to fit the Christmas, Holiday theme, my pussy is filled with SNOW & SMOOT. My vibrator and dildo is working overtime for all the cocks & dicks that haven't entered these snow and smoot filled, tight vaginal walls. I made it a tradition to gift myself a new sex toy for each Christmas (and Valentine's and New Years' and Thanksgiving) that I spent alone. 3 years straight, 4 Holidays, & 12 sex toys. I have built quite the collection. Not sure if that is pathetic (or ingenious). 3 years prior my life ended. A terrible freak Labor Day boating accident that took my parents, siblings, my fiancΓ©.... My whole family. The first few months I was numb but I never missed an orgasm. Cumming was the only thing that made me feel happy and alive. Feeling the warm, thick liquid slowly dripping from my mount was my savior.
Even with all that tragedy I never lost my sexual appetite or desire. It just transformed. After the accident and broken engagement I fucked like a rabbit for exactly 2 and half months straight. I took my bereavement leave for those two plus months and just fucked. I thought if I fucked nonstop I wouldn't have to grieve. Gangbangs. Glory Holes. Twosomes, Threesomes, Foursomes. Men, Women, Other. Fucking 3 men a day for 3 days straight. Fucking in public parks, cars, between book shelves in the library, and public restrooms. Washing cum and cunt out my hair. Toothbrush filled with pubic hair on my brittles. I remember fucking a sweaty gross mall cop (yes a mall security guard) in a mall elevator just as the mall was closing. Yes fucking shameful and embarrassing. Well on the last day of that 2 month plus period I just couldn't get up out of bed. I cried for 3 days because I realized that Thanksgiving was next week and I was all alone. So I ordered a Corn on the Cob Shaped dildo. I meant for it to be a gag gift but by that Thanksgiving I was gagging on it and pouring my warm festive insides gravy all over it. That orgasm was the most intense one I had. For Christmas the same year I got a Candy Cane shaped vibrating dildo. Over the years I have collected such novelty sex toys such as Drumstick shaped Butt plug, vibrating ginger bread underwear with matching gingerbread scented lube, a buttplug with a bell, and reindeer vibrator to name a few.
By far my favorite toy was my very expensive custom made Candy Cane shaped, rotating vibrating warming flesh dildo. It was 9 inches, veiny, and it filled me up with Christmas cheer. I am sure Santa Klaus, his elves, and Rudolf the Rednosed Reindeer can hear me moaning all the way from the North Pole. Anyways, long backstory aside, this is how my story starts. My vibrator battery died Christmas Eve evening. I was going to fuck myself before I took a shower (I had went to the gym in my apartment complex) but before I could do anything it died. I had lost the wall charger so I had to rely on batteries as backup. I looked for 30 minutes before I decided to go out and get batteries.
What was supposed to be a quick store run turned into 45 minutes of me trying to find a store that was open. I live in a small town, so it wasn't unusual but I thought at least the gas stations and rest stops would be open. They weren't.
I noticed that the steady snow was starting to pick up and become flurries so I gave up. This is because being stuck in a snowstorm Christmas Eve is worst than not being able to be fucked by your favorite sex toy, especially when you have 11 other toys to choose from.
I park and I make my way inside my apartment complex. When I get to my door I see my next door neighbor, a rugged lumberjack of a man, kicking his door in frustration. He was barefoot, in nothing but a tank and red satin pajama pants. I couldn't help but notice the imprint of his cock through his pants as he banged on the door angrily. Our eyes lock. Nervous tension builds. He breaks the ice
"I locked myself out.... My car alarm went off and I ran outside without thinking.... The door slammed behind me."
"I'm sorry, I replied, keeping it brief. I put my key in lock, then I turned it, before stopping. Wait what I am thinking? What kind of neighbor am I? Express some concern.
"Did you call for a locksmith or our building's maintenance?" I ask, looking at his now red, wet feet. I quickly looked around, it was starting to snow even harder.
"No locksmiths are open now. Plus the building's maintenance is not available until tomorrow morning at 9 am. I spoke to overnight security just before you got here. He allowed me to make a whole bunch of calls." my neighbor answered. He was trying hard not to shiver but his lips were quivering and his teeth were chattering.
"That sucks! What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I don't have my cell phone. Maybe I can sleep in my car? I don't think I can sleep in the lobby." He answered with long pauses. His face, arms, chest were a soft red.
I pause for a moment. I should offer shelter but at the same time I barely know him... Well that's not entirely true. He helped me move a bunch of heavy items I ordered 4 months ago. I offered him a drink and he stayed for like 10 minutes. He seemed nice enough. In my mind I said to myself, Scrooge bitch, Offer to help you Grinch! I debated for a minute more before I replied
"Do you want to come in? There's a big snowstorm brewing plus if you stay a minute more out here you will freeze to death?"
"Are you sure? I don't want to impose."
"I'm sure. It's pretty much Christmas. Do you want to be found dead in your car on Christmas morning when you could've stayed inside a neighbor's heated, comfy apartment?"