She was so stiff and nervous that she started to sweat. That light pink leotard started to become transparent. I knew that it was time to take a short...break. I offered her something to drink and she chose plain old tap water with ice cubes in it. As we sat and drank the condensation that formed on the outside of the glass started to drip on her one breast and that nipple got hard and quite visible. When she drank it all, she leaned back, spread her legs apart, and placed the empty glass right. I could swear that in my dreams I could hear hooves on the roof and jingle bells in our tiny living room. I felt a hairy kiss on my cheek that night.The next morning, I woke to find both a Christmas and birthday gift from Santa. It was always something I really wanted or needed. It was also something my poor parents could not afford.This stymied my mom and dad. They had never really believed in Santa, but they came to accept that someone was being Santa to me each Christmas morning.As I got. The taps at the edge of the pool, which was in reality a big bath, bigger than any she had ever seen, seemed to be gold plated. Every inch of the walls was covered in decorative patterns and pictures, as was that part of the ceiling which was not glass. Half of the windows had a green translucent awning over them, presumably to cut out the worst of the sun's rays. Looking more carefully at one of the pictures, it appeared to be a couple shagging doggy-style, but she was too far away to be sure,. I know it’s crude but the fuck thing just went out of the window along with the innocence I remember from once upon a time and now I want you so much I want to scream it to you until you just make this craving stop, until you have no choice but to take me like you’ve never imagined. I won’t scream though because I haven’t quite passed over into being completely socially incapable but can you hear it? “Please!” I say and now I look pathetic, horny but pathetic, at that moment I know that I will.