Festive Wrapping

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Copyright Oggbashan December 2008

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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The following are 15 fifty-word stories with festive wrapping fetish themes. Each title isn't counted.

Chloe and I like wrapping as a fetish. Christmas is just another excuse for sexual games, not that we actually need any excuse. We had been prowling the shops looking for items that could be useful. The following fifteen stories are a sample of our activities.

01 Christmas Stocking

I had bought a Christmas stocking intended to hang at the end of a bed.

Apart from being large and bright red, it looked just like a normal stocking.

I pulled it down over Chloe’s head and knotted it beyond her toes.

She squealed loudly as I tickled her mercilessly.

02 Turnabout

Chloe complained about the stocking. She insisted I try being in it.

Once she had tied the end she teased me with her bare breasts and warm pussy.

She straddled me with her body and rubbed herself against my impatient erection.

She kept going for hours.

I couldn’t hold on.

03 Silken Embrace

Chloe wrapped me in a silk sari, tying me tightly with long scarves.

She had left only my lips and erection unconfined by imprisoning silk.

She used her lips against mine, first mouth to mouth and then sixty-nine.

Was it her silky softness or the sari’s that finished me off?

04 Stuffing

Chloe’s limbs are flexible.

I took her silk scarves to tie her wrists and ankles to the same end of the bed exposing her naked pussy for my unfettered enjoyment.

She squealed as my tongue played.

She squeaked as I stuffed her turkey-trussed body.

Stuffing Chloe is better than turkey.

05 Wriggle

Chloe bought some Christmas pantyhose as large as the stocking.

We each crawled into a leg head first.

That was a mistake. Through the clinging nylon mesh we couldn’t do anything to each other.

We could play footsie. That was it.

Wriggling and jiggling to get out was more enjoyable.

06 Tight

We wriggled back into the legs of the pantyhose feet first.

As we went in our hands caressed each other.

With the waistband tied above us, we kissed and kissed.

Chloe slithered out of her leg and into mine.

In a tight nylon embrace we coupled, but couldn’t uncouple.

Bliss.

07 Cracker

I made Chloe into a Christmas cracker.

I loosely tied ankles and wrists, her arms above her head.

I rolled her over winding the sari tightly.

I covered her in crepe paper with cords at each end.

She struggled helplessly before pulling her ends free – a cracker just for me.

08 Bag Pudding

Chloe tied my wrists to ankles before pulling her large white petticoat bag down over me.

I shook my head to breathe through the layers of Chloe-scented net.

Chloe tightened the drawstring sealing me inside.

“You’re a steamed Christmas pudding,” she said.

I may be steaming but I’m securely bagged.

09 Shrinkwrapped

I tied Chloe’s wrists and ankles with several turns of plastic kitchen wrap.

I garnished her breasts with mistletoe berries.

I began to wind layers of translucent plastic kitchen wrap slowly around her naked body.

A cool hairdryer tightened her new sheath inexorably.

My helpless plastic doll gives great head.

10 Sprouts

Chloe is preparing sprouts, leaning against the kitchen sink.

Inside her red satin Christmas skirt my head is pushed hard against her pussy.

If my attentions aren’t effective enough she’ll lean harder.

Preparing sprouts seems to take longer every year.

Perhaps that’s why she has tied me to her legs.

11 Santa Suit

Our Santa Claus suit is too large for me.

I could pad my stomach with a pillow but Chloe had a better idea.

She’s with me inside my red baggy trousers, head against my naked chest, impaled on me, and bouncing on my boots.

Santa’s coming up her hot chimney.

12 Christmas Fairy

Chloe makes a great Christmas fairy.

She has a silver dress over her large net petticoat, a silver wand with a star on the end and a tiara.

I have to be her Christmas tree.

She’s wrapped me in green silk, tightly bound, and stuffed my head inside her skirt.

13 Sausage Roll

Chloe wrapped our naked bodies together with the sari and green silk. She tied us in with the scarves.

Then she slid her arms down inside.

She’s made us into a sausage roll. She’s rolled on top, her breasts squashed against my chest.

I know where my sausage is going.

14 Oven-ready

Chloe is cooking Christmas dinner.

She has tied me in the stocking, wrapped me in the sari, gagged me with a scarf, pushed me into the pantyhose and covered me with taped kitchen foil.

“You’re oven-ready,” she said. “The meal isn’t.”

I hope she releases me before her parents arrive…

15 After Christmas

While waiting for Chloe to free me I think of revenge.

After Christmas I’ll tie her with tinsel, cover her with Christmas paper, stuff her in the red Christmas stocking, wrap her with a bin bag and put her out with the rubbish.

I won’t. We enjoy too much together.