Ghost of Christmas Past

Ghost of Christmas Past

It's quiet here. It gets dark so early now. It'll be Christmas again soon.

I'm not a Christmasy person. I like lights though, I'm a sucker for a huge holiday light display, all the twinkling, the animatronics. It's even better if there is snow. Although, I'm not a fan of snow either. But it's pretty with all the colored lights. I'll be alone this Christmas, probably watching Christmas horror movies. Yeah, I'm not the Christmasy type.

I'm sitting here in the dark, music playing, head swimming. I've had two glasses of wine and working on my third. I'll probably finish the bottle. It doesn't help. My heart is heavy, and I sure could use a friend. Not just a friend, him.

He was just here, not long ago. My best friend. We had dinner, talked and laughed. He always knows how to make me laugh. He always knows exactly what I need, what I want. After dinner we headed back to my place, to get comfy and enjoy each other's company.

I can't keep my hands off him. I rub his neck, run my fingers through his thick, dark hair and kiss him. I slide closer to him on the couch, and we are all over one another. I run my hands under his shirt, and he takes it off exposing his muscular chest with his salt and pepper chest hair. He laid back and smiled. Fuck, I want him. I take his hand and lead him into my bedroom.

My bed is full of comfy blankets and pillows, it is my sanctuary. There are funky moody lights, stacks of books, journals, writing material, things that get me through long, lonely nights. It smells good, like espresso, bonfire and sandalwood. It's inviting, comfortable like me.

I help him remove his pants and I notice he is wearing festive boxer briefs, black, covered in Christmas wreaths. I take in the sight of him and smile. I run my fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pull them down. His dick springs out, already erect and there is a soft, stuffed wreath encircling his cock. He reaches down and before I know it, the wreath lights up in assorted tiny colored lights! It's so endearing and I can't help but giggle. "My favorite color is Christmas lights." I joke.

He's older now, we both are but I am still so attracted to him, his body. He climbs into my bed as I take my own clothes off. I know I am no longer that young, sexy girl he met so many years ago, but I am not ashamed of who I am now. I am not the same, physically. We have been through too much. We are different people now, but somehow the same. Oh, the wisdom that comes with age. The familiarity that comes with knowing someone so completely.

I take my spot next to him and immediately kiss his face. I am always so thrilled when I see that the mere thought of me makes him hard. That feeling of being comfortable with someone who knows your deepest darkest thoughts and fears. I have to touch him. I run my hands up his legs, his cock so hard and standing straight up. His eyes are closed. He trusts me inexplicably and knows my touch.

I lay on top of him and soak him in. My hands are all over him. I kiss him as my hands find his hard dick. I slip the wreath off and place it over my messy bun, he smiles. I begin to stroke him as I suck his tongue into my mouth. I work my way down his neck and to his chest, as I continue stroking his hard cock. I love having him in my hands. I admire it as I slowly, softly slide a single finger up the length of his shaft. My mouth is watering. I tickle the tip of his cock with tongue, circling the head as I feel it get harder. I take it lightly into my mouth and suck gently, my tongue caressing the hardness. I take it in deeper, swallowing it down slowly until I feel it in my throat. I hear him suck in his breath and raise his hips from the bed. He put his hands on the back of my head and holds it down firmly. He just stays that way for a few moments carefully thrusting himself into my mouth.

He releases his grip, and I slowly slide my mouth up and off his rock-hard dick. I take a breath and force him back in and down my throat. I begin to work my hands and mouth up and down his thick shaft. How many times I've had him in my mouth, under my control. As I continue sucking and stroking him, I reach for his balls and begin to knead them. I squeeze them firmly and work my hand down between his legs, rubbing closer and closer to his asshole. I take his dick from my mouth, sliding my tongue down his shaft and suck his balls into my mouth. As I continue stroking his cock, I raise his swelling nuts to give myself access to his tight anus, wetting my finger and massaging it. Slowly I start to penetrate the tightness. My wet finger enters the warmth of his most sensitive area, moving it slowly and gently until it is completely inside, and I feel his sphincter muscles clench my finger. I suck his cock deeply into my mouth and begin to slide my mouth up and down as my finger massages deep inside his ass, reaching for his prostate. I feel him start to move his ass down, pressing it against my hand making my finger go deeper and deeper and his cock is so fucking hard.

He reaches back and under as he takes control of my hand, moving it in a small circular motion. I swallow him, his entire dick completely down my throat. He slowly pulls my hand from his tight asshole as he explodes his load into my mouth. He is slamming his groin into my face as I hear him growl. "Oh, my fucking god! Yes! Suck my hard cock baby! Swallow it baby." I do. I push him as far as I can, working the constrictor muscles as my throat pulls and squeezes, draining every drop of his cream. His body starts to tremble as he slowly pulls my head off of his throbbing cock. He sucks in a deep breath and hisses, throwing his head back in complete ecstasy. "Ssssssssss, Fuck!" he exhales and looks down at me. Cum dribbling from the corners of my lips. His eyes roll back in his head, and he starts to laugh. "Do you know what you do to me? He asks, "You still know exactly what I like."

I smile up at him, put my hands on his stomach and rest my chin on my hands. I want to enjoy this quiet, private time between us, while he is all mine, completely here, with me. How I want it to always be this way.

But it wasn't only a few moments ago. He's not here wasn't just here. It's been so long.

I will always want him. I long for his hands and mouth exploring my body. I need to feel him inside me again.

The Christmas cock ring still hangs next to my bed. I switch the lights on, it glows, and I try to visualize his hard cock being hugged by it. I finish my wine, my head a little fuzzy. I lay back and begin to rub my body, remembering how his hands feel, touching me. I am tingly and a little melancholy, I blame it on the wine. But I'm lonely. I close my eyes and there he is, my ghost of Christmas past. And I am more haunted than ever.

Yeah, I'm not the Christmasy type. I open another bottle of wine.

A tear slowly runs down my cheek.