My name is Cat, and as many of you know I live in a fancy (for a college student) apartment building out looking one of Michigan's famous lakes.
It was on this bustling cold December night I happened to realize it was Christmas Eve. Our tree was out, my roommate and her own dog away with family, but I and my border collie Avy sat alone watching the dark waves crash outside our building.
I hummed. Christmas cookies were in the oven baking, I was almost salivating thinking about it. It was really too bad I had to be alone on Christmas Eve...
"Well," I sighed, "Even if no one else will see me I can have my own Christmas. And dress myself up for my own fun."
Skipping to my bedroom the first thing my fingers found was my signature kitten choker collar, complete with a round golden bell. Giggling a bit I fasten it, thinking of all the famous stories of reindeer and jingling bells around their own necks. Next I strip down to bare nothing's and dig though my favorite gear.
The buzzer startles me just as I finish lubing up a cherry red diamond plug, it's larger than normal but such a beautiful ruby red. I slip it inside me and bite my lip hard to keep in a moan, although I don't have to since I'm alone.
I walk through my apartment naked except for the choker, its bell jingles as I bend down wiggling my ass for the world to see as I remove the cookie sheet from the oven.
The minute I turn around I swear my heart drops.
And so do the cookies, onto the counter at least.
"Ho. Ho, hoe..." he says, staring at me through the bushiest set of white eyebrows and curly beard I've ever seen.
I'm shaking, how did he get here? Who the hell is this? And why is he dressed like Santa?
"Who are you?" I say with a raspy voice, I'm embarrassed but at the same time my inner woman is more excited to see such an older gentleman taking in my naked appearance.
We're only separated by the counter, and I flinch when he reaches towards me, only to realize he's grabbing a cookie. I watch him carefully, like an old man peel off his heavily used black gloves, resting them on the counter I watch his weathered old hands reach for a cookie. His eyes are such a bright blue, reflecting that inside he is young and wild still.
My nipples suddenly erect and pink at attention, I can't help but squeeze my legs together and feel the plug inside my tight ass.
"Down to business then." He wipes crumbs from his furry lips and finally looks at me again. "Cat. You've been naughty this year." He smiles knowingly. I can't help but stare at my feet.
"Very naughty. Get over here." He instructs.
Immediately I follow him back into the living room where he must have found his way in from my fireplace. The window shades have been opened and moonlight streams into the space on the couch, my dog still asleep in her bed by the tree.
"On your knees if you want to fix what you've done." He's more dominant than I could have ever imagined, his heavy black boots thump behind me as I sink to my knees facing away from him towards the window. My breath is more than gone, I've never been so exposed to a stranger.
