The neighbors were asleep. If they saw me, I didn’t care. I thought about my travel schedule, thinking of where I’d be. New York, Miami, Chicag... to name a few. I had a sister in Miami, perhaps she could have fun with me. “Yes,” I said aloud. I would have a black man in each city. My husband would never know. I went to bed and pleasured myself right next to his sleeping body. I’d be in New York in two weeks.-2- New YorkThe photographer was black. There was a catch. He was sleeping. You reach up and remove the blindfold, as you say, “I want you looking at me as I take what is mine.” Then you start fucking me harder, faster, and deeper. I feel the slap of your balls against my ass with each thrust. Your hands reach back as you grab my cheeks, spreading my ass open for you to explore. I cum again as I feel your finger slide into my ass. You stop and pull your cock out slowly and then ram it in again. You repeat this several times; with each thrust, you add another finger. Nicolas, bishop of Myra in TurkeySweet Santa is me, who writes these verses for you two in EnglandSweet Santa is also Your dear Deb with her X-mas presents to You!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sweet Santa's bones are in a crypt in Bari, in Italy, but his believers are only in Holland, at firstSweet Santa is called 'Santa Claus' in English speaking countries, after the Dutch. His fingers rushed over mine, pulling the hem of my dress up to my waist, while pushing me up further on the bed at the same time.A quiet sigh escaped my mouth at the feel of his fingertips on the soft hidden skin of my thighs. Pushing himself backwards to kneel on the floor between my open legs, dangling towards the carpet at the edge of the mattress, he slipped his hands under my hips and angled them upwards.Dave's fingers pushed against my ankles. slipping me free from my heels, one after.