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Subject: {ASSM} MISTLETOE (MF rom cons hyp) by Wiseguy
Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2002 06:10:04 -0500
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THIS STORY CONTAINS the following:
MF -- Sexual activity between an adult male and female
ROM -- The sex is motivated by the characters' love for one another
CONS -- All sex is consensual
HYP -- Hypnoerotic; that is, consensual use of hypnosis to enhance a sexual encounter. If you are
looking for the stereotypical "Look into my eyes/you are now my mindless bimbo slave" thing,
this isn't it.
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NOTICE: This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual
activity between consenting persons. If you are not of legal
age to read such material, or if you find it offensive, then
stop reading now.
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I welcome all comments from readers (wiseguy35@hotmail.com).
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Mistletoe
(c) Copyright 2002 by Wiseguy
Elaine slept fitfully, too aware of the cold, empty space
beside her where Neil's body should have been.
He was only supposed to be on call, but it was no big
surprise when the call came within minutes of the beginning
of the night shift. Those with enough seniority always took
off on Christmas Eve; those with a bit less called in sick;
those with none, like Neil, ended up working.
She grabbed his pillow and buried her face in it, inhaling
deeply to pick up traces of his scent. That was when she
heard the first noise.
It was a sharp thud, like someone's leg impacting an
unexpected piece of furniture. And it was coming from the
living room.
Elaine froze and trained her ears on the space beyond. She
heard the soft ticking of her bedside clock; the monotonous
hum of the heating system blowing warm air through the
apartment; the occasional swish of a car driving by on the
highway outside.
The slight creak of that loose floorboard near the kitchen.
It couldn't be Neil. If he'd been sent home early he'd have
called first, and made a beeline to their bed on arrival
instead of creeping around the living room. And he'd have
turned on a light.
Elaine slipped quietly out from between the sheets. Her
skin shone faintly in the blue light from her alarm clock,
reflecting in her vanity mirror as the ghost of a naked
woman. Her hand groped and found the mint green silk robe
she'd hung from the closet knob. It slid smoothly over her
skin.
She looked around for something else -- a golf club, an
umbrella, anything -- but the best she could come up with
was a can of hair spray from the bathroom. Armed with that
and her cell phone, with one finger poised over the 911 hot
key, she crept toward the living room. She could just make
out a large figure bent over the coffee table, where she had
left the ritual plate of cookies. Her hand felt along the
wall and found the light switch.
The sudden glare from the chandelier stunned them both
momentarily. Elaine blinked heavily, staring at the space
where the intruder was. "Who the hell are you?"
"Ho ho ho," the intruder retorted with a hearty belly laugh.
"That should be pretty obvious, even to a girl who's
supposed to be asleep."
Her eyes adapted to the light, and Elaine was able to get
her first good look at the intruder. He was about her
height, broad-shouldered and heavy set. He wore a bright
red suit and hat with black boots and a belt. She studied
the face behind the long, white beard for any sign of a
familiar feature other than the obvious, but it was hard to
focus. "Cute," she said, tightening her grip on the hair
spray. "But I stopped believing in Santa when I was ten.
You've got fifteen seconds to get out of here before I call
the police."
"Oh ho ho," he bellowed, "you don't want to do that. Not
when Santa's brought a lovely present just for you."
Without waiting for her permission, he reached into his sack
and pulled out a velvet box. "Santa knows what a good girl
you've been this year, Elaine. You've worked so hard every
day, and kept up with your studies at night. And you've
made Neil very happy, too. So Santa had his elves make
something very, very special for you." Opening the box, he
reached in with two fingers and pulled out a shiny object on
a gold chain.
Elaine saw the sparkling object and forgot to be cautious of
the strange man. She stepped forward to get a closer look.
"What the ..."
Santa held it up a little higher and closer to her face.
"This," he explained, his voice growing soft and compelling,
"is your very own piece of magical mistletoe. You can see
how the light shines from the golden branches, and how the
berries sparkle and gleam. And as it slowly sways back and
forth, you can start to see the intricate detail of the
carving as your eyelids become tired and heavy."
Elaine stared at the sparkling, gleaming item that swayed
before her and noticed all of the things that Santa
mentioned even as he pointed them out to her. She blinked
heavily at the mention of how tired her eyes were becoming.
"Very tired and heavy," Santa continued. "And as you
continue watching the mistletoe, you may begin to become
aware of the temperature of the air around you, and the
weight of that spray can in your right hand, and how it also
seems to be getting heavier and heavier as your entire body
begins to relax. You can see the mistletoe swaying back and
forth, sparkling and shining, and feel how very much your
eyes want to relax and sleep, Elaine. Your body knows how
good it feels to relax and sleep, and you know that on
Christmas Eve all good girls should be asleep while Santa
does his work. And your eyes can close now, while your body
relaxes and goes deeper for me with every breath, deeper
with every beat of your heart, deeper with every word I
say."
Elaine listened to the man's voice and felt herself
relaxing, going with the flow of his words and discovering
that all he said was true. The mistletoe sparkled into her
sleepy eyes, making them feel so tired, and she saw no
reason to keep them open any longer. His voice faded to a
buzzing sound, and there was a distant thud of something
landing on the floor, but Elaine didn't need to pay
attention to those things. Instead, she paid attention to
how warm she was beginning to feel, so warm, too warm. The
silk robe became itchy and heavy, like a blanket of rough
wool against her skin, baking her. It needed to come off.
Santa watched as Elaine unbelted the robe and slipped it
off, taking great delight in the display of her body. He
admired the curve of her waist, the exquisite teardrop shape
of her breasts, that deliciously trim arrowhead at her
center pointing the way down to the promised land. He'd seen
a lot of naked bodies, but Elaine's was something special.
"Mistletoe," he said to her, "has a very old tradition
behind it. Whenever you find yourself under a piece of
mistletoe, it is traditional to kiss whomever you are with
at the time. You've heard of that tradition, haven't you,
Elaine?"
"Yes," she said softly, distantly.
"And there is a piece of mistletoe dangling over you right
now. Any second now, Elaine, you will feel its power
calling to you,
making you feel so very good, so very happy, and giving you
a strong need to kiss the person you are with. The longer
you stand there below the mistletoe, the more you need to
kiss me, Elaine."
Elaine felt the power of the mistletoe, and her lips began
to quiver with the need to kiss the owner of that voice.
She stepped forward, reaching out with her hands, and pulled
his furry lips over to meet hers. His arms encircled her,
his gloved hand feeling its way along her bare back, while
her tongue explored his mouth.
He whispered a few more words into her ear, and Elaine felt
her body become energized. Her kisses grew more fervent,
and her hands began exploring Santa's suit, feeling the
muscles in his back as he lifted her by the bottom and
carried her back to the bedroom.
He laid her out on the bed and spread her legs wide. His
beard tickled her things as he kissed his way up them,
alternating left and right, inching closer to heaven each
time. By the time his tongue touched her outer lips they
were moist and swollen and ready. He ran his tongue along
the folds, listening to her moaning as it grew louder and
faster. He drew circles around her button, teasing it until
she cried out and squeezed his head hard enough to cut off
the sound.
Grabbing the mistletoe pendant, he stood up quickly and held
it aloft over her face. "Open your eyes, Elaine," he
commanded. She did, still panting heavily from her orgasm.
"Focus on the mistletoe, Elaine," he told her. "And as you
watch the mistletoe sparkling and shining, swaying above
you, and as you feel your breathing slowing down, you can
also feel yourself growing even more aroused than you were
before. On a scale of one to ten, Elaine, the orgasm you
just had was a two. In a moment, you're going to feel me
inside you. As soon as that happens, Elaine, you will have
another orgasm and that one will be a six. Each time I say,
`Ho ho ho,' you will have another orgasm, and each one you
have will be one level stronger than the one before. Close
your eyes now and concentrate on those feelings."
Her eyes closed. Santa put the mistletoe aside and pushed
his pants and underwear down to his knees. Lifting her
bottom, he leaned forward and plunged himself into her
canal.
As soon as she felt him enter her, Elaine's body exploded
into another climax. He worked himself in and out, matching
her body's rhythm. When he felt her beginning to relax
again, he smiled and said, "Ho ho ho."
Elaine heard the words and felt another surge of delight
rushing through her body. Most of her mind was focused on
the pleasure that seemed to be enveloping her; a tiny bit
remembered the time Neil had placed her into a deep trance
and then quietly slipped a butterfly vibrator on her and
turned it on, driving her into exquisite exhaustion.
Santa felt the tingling begin in his groin and knew he was
almost through. He gripped her tighter and plunged himself
in all the way. "Ho ho ho."
Her muscles clamped down on him again, providing that last
little bit of stimulation. His knees buckled slightly,
falling to the edge of the bed. Elaine's every nerve and
sinew sang as she felt him filling her, struggling to hold
on to the end.
He looked down at her still-panting body, matching his
breathing to hers, letting them both recover. His cock
dwindled and slipped free. He stood up on shaky legs and
pulled his pants back up, adjusting the padding in the upper
part of the Santa suit that had been shoved aside in their
frenzy.
"Santa has to go now," he said when his breath had slowed
enough to speak clearly. "But you'll always remember this
special night, Elaine. Any time someone holds up your
special mistletoe, you'll remember this night and you'll
feel a powerful, compelling need to make love to that person
as soon as possible. But now, Elaine, it's time for you to
sleep. I'll be back again some day."
Santa admired her sleeping form for a few more minutes, then
gently covered her up and crept out of the apartment,
locking the door behind him.
Elaine awoke to the sensation of someone kissing her. She
kissed back, then let him break away. She opened her eyes
to see Neil standing over her. He was still in his hospital
scrubs.
"Interesting sleeping position," he remarked.
Elaine looked around. She was curled up sideways on the
bed, with her pillow at her back and his under her head. "I
had an interesting night," she told him. "A strange man in
a Santa suit broke in here and ravished me."
Neil's eyebrows rose. "Oh, really? Is that where this came
from?" From behind his back he produced the gleaming
mistletoe and held it aloft.
Elaine felt the fires ignite again inside her. She rolled
off the bed, embraced Neil, and gave him a soft, passionate
kiss. One hand reached into the front of his scrubs to
fondle his already-growing cock; the other caressed his cheek,
where a thin line of sticky residue remained.
She broke the kiss and smiled lustily at her lover. "As if
you didn't know."
<i>-wg
12/25/2002</i>
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