Podcasts about Christmas Magic

In this episode, Josh and Brandon meet at Pop's to talk about PEP Digital #122: Sabrina's Christmas Magic.Beware spoilers in this episode! If you enjoy this podcast, please consider donating.Follow Archie and Me on Instagram, Bluesky, and Facebook.Podcast cover art by Sacha Jones

In 1965, Christmas television in the United States changed forever when, A Charlie Brown Christmas, premiered. Nothing about its creation and tone said it was going to be a success, but it touched people and was a huge hit. A hit that has continued to deliver Christmas Magic year after year for decades. I start the episode talking about something that became important in the eighties. That's when it wasn't enough to just watch the special. Now with VCRs, you could own the special. Sure, you could eventually buy or rent a copy, but with a blank tape, you could make your own copy. So I discuss what that was like in my home at the time. Then I dive into the special itself. I discuss the people in front of and behind the camera, its production, music, and much more. I also reference some newspaper articles, and I will share my clippings over on Patreon, so if you are a support, make sure to check them out. It isn't Christmas for me unless I watch, A Charlie Brown Christmas. It is a special that not just enhances my holiday mood, but helped to define it. Many of us who grew up watching it, when we try and think about what the season is really about, will hear Linus' speech in our head. Its a message that is presented in an earnest way that doesn't feel preachy, and for network programming, that is pretty amazing.

Episode 204. Join Jayme and Beth as they explore the elusive concept of holiday magic and where it seems to have disappeared. This week, they dive into the pressures of being the adult during the festive season, the nostalgia of childhood wonder, and the overwhelming expectations that come with the holidays. From early decorations to the stress of gift-giving, they reflect on how the magic of the season has shifted over the years and what we can do to reclaim it.On this episode >> holiday burnout >> where is my elf? >> give me the peppermint!__________Join the Geriatric Millennials Community! Instagram: @thegeriatricmillennialsFacebook: facebook.com/TheGeriatricMillennialsTheme music by The Finley Ghost__________Connect with Beth:Instagram: @eransofarInstagram: @paperwhale_paper whale: www.paperwhale.comConnect with Jayme:Instagram: @justenjoyjaymeFacebook: facebook.com/jayme.jones.75__________Beth and Jayme are long time friends and geriatric millennials. Relish in their unique perspectives as you workout, commute, fold laundry, or just need a break from the reality of this timeline! Listen in as they tell stories, discuss every topic under the sun, and just enjoy being in conversation with a friend. Designed to be the soundtrack for the mundane.

Fluent Fiction - Danish: Lost Time in the Snow: A Quest for Christmas Magic Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/da/episode/2025-12-15-23-34-02-da Story Transcript:Da: Vinteren havde kastet sit iskolde slør over den danske landskab, og sneen lå tungt langs vejene.En: Winter had cast its icy veil over the Danish landscape, and the snow lay heavy along the roads.Da: Kasper og Sofie var på en road trip gennem det smukke, men barske danske landskab.En: Kasper and Sofie were on a road trip through the beautiful but harsh Danish countryside.Da: De var på vej til deres familiejulefest på landet, men pludselig var noget vigtigt forsvundet.En: They were on their way to their family Christmas party in the countryside, but suddenly something important was missing.Da: Kasper satte sig op i bilen, som stod stille ved siden af den sneklædte vej.En: Kasper sat up in the car, which stood still by the snow-covered road.Da: Han så ind i sneen, som bevægede sig sidelæns i vindens skarpe kaskader.En: He looked into the snow, which moved sideways in the sharp gusts of the wind.Da: "Mit ur," sagde han lavmælt, og hans stemme rystede, ikke af kulde, men af bekymring.En: "My watch," he said softly, and his voice trembled, not from the cold, but from concern.Da: "Det er væk."En: "It's gone."Da: Sofie så hen på ham, hendes øjne fulde af forståelse, men også med et glimt af deres sædvanlige optimisme.En: Sofie looked at him, her eyes full of understanding, but also with a glint of their usual optimism.Da: "Vi finder det," sagde hun beroligende.En: "We'll find it," she said reassuringly.Da: "Lad os tænke praktisk.En: "Let's think practically.Da: Vi bør spørge folk i landsbyerne."En: We should ask people in the villages."Da: Kasper rystede på hovedet, hans blik fast besluttet.En: Kasper shook his head, his gaze determined.Da: "Vi retracerer vores skridt.En: "We retrace our steps.Da: Vi mister tid, hvis vi gør noget andet."En: We'll lose time if we do anything else."Da: De to sad i stilhed, hver indhyllet i tankerne om, hvordan de bedst skulle finde det savnede ur.En: The two sat in silence, each enveloped in thoughts of how best to find the missing watch.Da: Kasper, dybt sentimental, kunne ikke forestille sig jul uden sin bedstefars gamle armbåndsur.En: Kasper, deeply sentimental, couldn't imagine Christmas without his grandfather's old wristwatch.Da: Det var en tradition, en kæde der bandt ham til fortiden.En: It was a tradition, a chain that tied him to the past.Da: Sofie, dog, mente, at de kunne drage nytte af de lokale indbyggeres viden og hjælpsomhed.En: Sofie, however, believed they could benefit from the local residents' knowledge and helpfulness.Da: "Jeg ved, det betyder meget for dig," sagde hun forsigtigt.En: "I know it means a lot to you," she said cautiously.Da: "Men vi må samarbejde om det her."En: "But we have to work together on this."Da: Så fortsatte de deres rejse, og den lille bil drev gennem nabolandsbyerne, hvert sted deres hjul rullede forbi, pakkede tankerne ind i nye planer.En: So they continued their journey, and the little car drifted through the neighboring villages, each place their wheels rolled past wrapped their thoughts in new plans.Da: Som mørket faldt, og sneen tiltog i styrke, følte de sig lidt modløse.En: As darkness fell, and the snow increased in strength, they felt a bit discouraged.Da: Pludselig så Sofie noget gennem frontruden.En: Suddenly Sofie saw something through the windshield.Da: En lille, hyggelig kro lå forude, oplyst af gyldne lys, der flimrede velkomment.En: A small, cozy inn lay ahead, illuminated by golden lights that flickered welcomingly.Da: De genkendte det straks som kroen, hvor de havde tilbragt natten under sneens første ankomst.En: They recognized it immediately as the inn where they had spent the night during the first snowfall.Da: Med et glimt af ny håb gik de ind.En: With a glimmer of new hope, they went inside.Da: Indenfor var der varmt, en duft af brændende træ fyldte luften, og en venlig kroejer hilste dem med en varm velkomst.En: Inside it was warm, the scent of burning wood filled the air, and a friendly innkeeper greeted them with a warm welcome.Da: Sofie, aldrig bange for en fremmed, gik imod ham og spurgte direkte om uret.En: Sofie, never afraid of a stranger, approached him and asked directly about the watch.Da: Kroejerens smil udvidede sig, og han rakte bag disken og trak en velkendt lille æske frem.En: The innkeeper's smile widened, and he reached behind the counter and pulled out a familiar small box.Da: "Er dette, hvad I leder efter?"En: "Is this what you're looking for?"Da: spurgte han med et glimt i øjet.En: he asked with a glint in his eye.Da: Kasper var målløs, men glæden fyldte hurtigt hans ansigt.En: Kasper was speechless, but joy quickly filled his face.Da: Det var hans bedstefars ur, præcis som han huskede det.En: It was his grandfather's watch, just as he remembered it.Da: "Hvordan fandt du det?"En: "How did you find it?"Da: spurgte han, stadig forvirret.En: he asked, still confused.Da: "En af stuepigerne fandt det nær jeres værelse og tænkte, det var glemt," svarede kroejeren.En: "One of the maids found it near your room and thought it was forgotten," the innkeeper replied.Da: "Vi gemte det, i håbet om, at nogen ville komme for at hente det."En: "We kept it, hoping someone would come to retrieve it."Da: Kasper indså, hvad Sofie havde sagt hele tiden, at man ikke altid kan gøre alting alene.En: Kasper realized what Sofie had been saying all along, that one can't always do everything alone.Da: Han omfavnede hende med et varmt smil.En: He embraced her with a warm smile.Da: "Din idé om at spørge folk var god.En: "Your idea of asking people was good.Da: Jeg skulle have lyttet tidligere."En: I should have listened earlier."Da: Med uret sikkert tilbage om hans håndled følte han en ro, han ikke havde haft hele dagen.En: With the watch securely back on his wrist, he felt a peace he hadn't had all day.Da: De to rejste videre, sikre på at julemagi også fandtes i folks hjerte.En: The two traveled on, assured that Christmas magic also existed in people's hearts.Da: Julenat, da de nåede frem til familien, føltes alle de mistede timer som et fjernt minde.En: On Christmas Eve, when they arrived at the family home, all the lost hours felt like a distant memory.Da: Kasper havde fundet sit ur, men også noget vigtigere: en dybere forståelse af værdien af samarbejde og tillid.En: Kasper had found his watch, but also something more important: a deeper understanding of the value of cooperation and trust.Da: Det sneede stadig udenfor, men indenfor var der varmt og lyst, præcis som hjerterne i julesæsonen.En: It was still snowing outside, but indoors it was warm and bright, just like the hearts during the Christmas season. Vocabulary Words:veil: slørtrembled: rystedeglint: glimtretraced: retraceretsentimental: sentimentalcautiously: forsigtigtcooperation: samarbejdetrust: tillidilluminated: oplystinn: krowelcomingly: velkommentflickered: flimredegreeted: hilsteretrieve: henteunderstanding: forståelseresidents: indbyggerebenefit: drage nyttediscouraged: modløsefamiliar: velkendtembraced: omfavnedesecured: sikkertpeace: rostrength: styrkepassed: tilbragtsideways: sidelænsconcern: bekymringwelcomed: velkomstwidely: udvidederetrieve: henteunderstanding: forståelse

This week, we're bringing you a heartwarming and hilarious holiday episode!  Host Nicole is joined by some very special guests, her sons and their friends, or a candid conversation about all things Christmas.  From decorating traditions and favorite foods to funny gift mix-ups and sweet moments of gratitude, this episode is filled with laughter, love and a big dose of holiday cheer. Enjoyed this episode? Join a network of like-minded women at http://cpamoms.com/start and get the support you need to build the practice you want.

NOTE: This episode contains references to Christmas Magic that you may not want your children to hear!In this honest and often hilarious Christmas bonus conversation, Steph sits down with psychotherapist Emma Reed Turrell to talk about the emotional, logistical and often invisible labour of Christmas; especially for women. From managing everyone's expectations to trying to manufacture magical memories, from teenage eye-rolls to “it's not that deep, Mum,” the pair unravel the layered reality behind creating a holiday that feels good for everyone but you.Emma offers sharp insight into why December feels like it shrinks every year, why the list keeps getting longer and how social media quietly fuels our “shoulds.” They discuss the pressure to keep traditions alive, the moments that actually matter, and the quiet grief and shifting dynamics that shape Christmas behind the scenes.Whether you're overwhelmed, exhausted, sentimental, or simply curious about how to make Christmas feel more human, this episode will land with warmth, compassion and a welcome dose of realism.Emma Reed Turrell grew up near Portsmouth and went on to read English at Queens' College, Cambridge. Following ten years working in business, she returned to her earlier passion for psychology and retrained as a psychotherapist.Get a copy of Emma's book, What Am I Missing here.Listen to Emma's podcast, Dial Emma, here.For thoughtful gifts, for Christmas or any time of year, please have a look at dontbuyherflowers.comFollow Steph on Instagram. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Eimear Quinn returns to Ennis this Christmas for a magical concert at St Columba's Church on December 12th. Her renowned ethereal vocals, joined by the Mamisa String Quartet and guitarist Robbie Overson, promise an unforgettable evening in one of the county's most atmospheric venues. The newly formed Clare youth chamber choir LOINNIR will also perform on the night, following their recent success at the Derry International Choir Festival. Eimear Quinn, Irish singer and composer, Winner of the Eurovision Song Contest 1996 and Robbie Overson, guitarist joined Alan Morrissey on Friday's Morning Focus for a chat and a very special performance.

Send us a text! We love hearing from listeners. If you'd like a response, please include your email. This week Dianne and Jennie are getting into the holiday spirit with the heartwarming story of Colonel Harry Shoup, the Air Force officer who answered a mistaken phone call from a little girl looking for Santa. His kindness sparked a tradition that's tracked Santa for 70 years! Ever wondered how NORAD got involved? Tune in to hear the Ordinary Extraordinary, magical Christmas tale!Episode available on YouTube:   https://youtu.be/7014a4Stt_0?si=RS2OobqhaCPFBxvCIt may not be Christmas Eve yet, but read stories, play games and more, and of course, track Santa with NORAD on Christmas Eve at:https://www.noradsanta.org/en/Resources used to research this episode include:                                                    DME Interns. "Harry Shoup: The Santa Colonel ." https://news.va.gov/. 24 Dec. 2021. news.va.gov/98635/harry-shoup-the-santa-colonel/. Accessed 7 Dec. 2025.Young, Olivia. "Colorado woman recalls phone call that transformed father into NORAD's "Santa Colonel" ." https://www.cbsnews.com/. 24 Dec. 2024. www.cbsnews.com/colorado/news/colorado-woman-recalls-phone-call-transformed-father-norads-santa-colonel/. Accessed 7 Dec. 2025.Multiple Contributors . "NORAD Tracks Santa ." https://en.wikipedia.org/. 6 Nov. 2024. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NORAD_Tracks_Santa. Accessed 7 Dec. 2025.The Gazette . "Harry Wesley Shoup ." https://obits.gazette.com/. 18 Mar. 2009. obits.gazette.com/us/obituaries/gazette/name/harry-shoup-obituary?id=23024681. Accessed 7 Dec. 2025.Need an Ordinary Extraordinary Cemetery Podcast tee, hoodie or mug? Find all our taphophile-fun much here: https://oecemetery.etsy.com

This ep contains a little Christmas Magic spoiler. They also debrief the big Christmas show at the Clapham Grand, get deep into the tissue of the massages, and where are you doing it? Wrapping pressies that is… Enjoy! xx Please subscribe, follow, and leave a review. xxx You can find us in all places here; ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podfollow.com/lifewithnat/view⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ We're on Facebook: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/lifewithnatpod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Get the merch!: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.lifewithnat.shop/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Nat's insta: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@natcass1⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Neice's insta: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@natsnieces⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Tony's insta: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@tonycass68⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Linny's insta: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@auntielinny.lwn⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ THE BIG CHRISTMAS LIVE SHOW 7th December ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠- claphamgrand.com/event/live-with-nat-at-christmas/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Book Club: November's book - All Together for Christmas by Sarah Morgan & December's book (optional extra for the speedy readers) - A Heart for Christmas: Advent Romance by Sophie Jomain Nat's solo chats - any rants always welcome!  Scraping the Barrel - SCAN AND SHOP VIRGIN NO LONGER! Bonce vs list! - Are you a list maker? Always collecting for Nostalgia Fest! What's brewing with the Nieces - are we all skipping the end of summer, all of autumn and going straight to Christmas - Nat's door is! Group chat ettiquette & pranks. Nice Lorraines… get in touch! Advent calendars & gift recommendations v. welcome! Things we're nagging with Linny about - More lateness stories and some cleaning questions, please! The Tony talks chatter - Keep your DIY questions coming, also open to some saucy two paragraph stories for Tony to read out at the Southend show - think cheeky postcards (both in tone and length)! Can we make Tony an influencer and get him any freebies?  TBC Cultural differences ep - inspired by Linny's Mediterranean heritage and her & Ellia's Italian trip, we'd love to hear about the cultural differences you've noticed between the UK and basically ANYWHERE else!  A 'Keep It Light Media' Production Sales, advertising, and general enquiries: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠hello@keepitlightmedia.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send us a textOn this episode we lament the passing of guitar great Steve Cropper. We also discuss the huge July 2026 concert announcements in our neck of the woods, new rock releases for 2026, and we hear two new songs from Guns ‘N' Roses. Oh, and Doug “Dougs” a classic Christmas flick. We play MixTape and climb the Wall of Tunes for a man who lost a girl to Jim from The Office. #stevecropper #gunsnroses #michaelbublehttps://www.facebook.com/obrienanddoug/ https://instagram.com/obrien_and_doug

In this special holiday episode, host Laurel Simmons invites you to slow down and indulge in two of the season's most comforting pleasures: chocolate and wine. But this isn't just about taste, it's about transformation, history, and the quiet rituals that make the holidays feel magical. Laurel takes us through the ancient origins of both chocolate and wine, connecting their sacred roots to modern-day celebration. She dives into the science of fermentation, explains why these two delights pair so well emotionally and chemically, and offers practical, easy-to-follow tips for creating your own perfect pairings at home this holiday season. Whether you're a seasoned wine lover or someone who just wants to pair their peppermint bark with something bold and bubbly, this festive episode is your invitation to slow down and savour the joy of the season. What You'll Learn: The emotional and sensory reasons wine and chocolate feel so special during the holidays How fermentation connects both wine and chocolate at a molecular level The rich cultural history of chocolate from ancient rituals to Victorian Christmas traditions Practical rules for pairing: matching sweetness, intensity, and texture Specific wine suggestions for dark, milk, white, salted caramel, and peppermint chocolate Why terroir matters just as much for chocolate as it does for wine How to build mindful holiday rituals around flavour and connection Whether you're setting the table for a holiday dinner or just sneaking a chocolate truffle with a glass of red by the fireplace, this episode is a delicious reminder to slow down and celebrate the season's sweetest moments. The Christmas Magic of Wine & Chocolate is your perfect cozy holiday listen. Listen now at: www.winebehindthescenes.com

Fluent Fiction - Catalan: Churros, Acrobatics, and Christmas Magic on La Rambla Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/ca/episode/2025-12-09-08-38-20-ca Story Transcript:Ca: Laia i Marc passejaven per La Rambla, fascinats amb les llums de Nadal que brillaven al seu voltant.En: Laia and Marc were strolling down La Rambla, fascinated by the Christmas lights shining around them.Ca: Feia fred, però l'aire estava ple del caliu dels vianants que compraven regals i gaudien de les decoracions.En: It was cold, but the air was filled with the warmth of pedestrians buying gifts and enjoying the decorations.Ca: Marc, sempre aventurer, tenia un objectiu important aquell dia: trobar els millors xurros per impressionar Laia.En: Marc, always adventurous, had an important goal that day: to find the best churros to impress Laia.Ca: "He sentit a dir que hi ha una paradeta amb els millors xurros de Barcelona", va dir Marc amb entusiasme.En: "I've heard there's a stall with the best churros in Barcelona," said Marc enthusiastically.Ca: "Podem buscar-la al mapa i anar directes", va suggerir Laia pràctica, però sabia que amb Marc això era poc probable.En: "We can look it up on the map and go straight there," suggested practical Laia, but she knew this was unlikely with Marc.Ca: A mesura que caminaven, es van trobar amb un grup de músics que tocaven amb energia.En: As they walked, they came across a group of musicians playing energetically.Ca: Marc es va parar per escoltar.En: Marc stopped to listen.Ca: "Hem de seguir, sinó ens perdem", va insistir Laia amb un somriure pacient.En: "We must keep going, or we'll get lost," insisted Laia with a patient smile.Ca: Després d'un parell de melodies, Marc es va aixecar i va seguir olorant l'aire.En: After a couple of tunes, Marc got up and continued sniffing the air.Ca: "Els xurros ens esperen!En: "The churros await us!"Ca: ", va dir, mentre el seu nas el guiava.En: he said, as his nose led the way.Ca: Durant el camí, però, es van trobar amb un ballarí disfressat de Pare Noël fent acrobàcies.En: However, along the way, they encountered a dancer dressed as Santa Claus performing acrobatics.Ca: "Mira, Laia!En: "Look, Laia!"Ca: ", va dir Marc, fascinat.En: said Marc, fascinated.Ca: Laia va riure, malgrat ella mateixa estava començant a gaudir de les distraccions.En: Laia laughed, despite herself beginning to enjoy the distractions.Ca: Va ser llavors, mentre veien les acrobàcies, que una multitud els va envoltar.En: It was then, while watching the acrobatics, that a crowd surrounded them.Ca: Van començar a caminar, inadvertidament, amb una marxa de turistes que pensaven que aquella era la ruta cap als millors xurros de la ciutat.En: They began to walk, unknowingly, with a group of tourists who thought this was the route to the best churros in the city.Ca: Marc i Laia es van mirar, esbarats però, alhora, divertits amb la situació.En: Marc and Laia looked at each other, startled but, at the same time, amused by the situation.Ca: De sobte, a la cantonada d'un petit carreró, va aparèixer una parada humil, on la flaire de xocolata i massa fregida va captivar a tots.En: Suddenly, at the corner of a small alley, appeared a humble stall, where the scent of chocolate and fried dough captivated everyone.Ca: Amb la sort de la casualitat, allà eren els xurros més deliciosos de Barcelona.En: By the luck of chance, there were the most delicious churros in Barcelona.Ca: "Ho hem aconseguit, Laia!En: "We did it, Laia!"Ca: ", va exclamar Marc, amb els seus ulls brillants de victòria.En: exclaimed Marc, his eyes shining with victory.Ca: "I sense mapa!En: "And without a map!"Ca: ", va afegir amb un somriure trapella.En: he added with a mischievous smile.Ca: Laia el va mirar i va respondre, "Sí, a vegades val la pena deixar-se portar pel moment".En: Laia looked at him and replied, "Yes, sometimes it's worth letting oneself go with the moment."Ca: Així, menjant xurros i rient junts, van aprendre a gaudir tant del pla com de la sorpresa.En: Thus, eating churros and laughing together, they learned to enjoy both the plan and the surprise.Ca: La Rambla, amb el seu enrenou i la seva màgia, els havia regalat un dia inoblidable.En: La Rambla, with its bustle and magic, had given them an unforgettable day. Vocabulary Words:the decorations: les decoracionsadventurous: aventurerthe goal: l'objectiuthe churros: els xurrosthe stall: la paradetaenthusiastically: amb entusiasmepractical: pràcticathe musicians: els músicsenergetically: amb energiathe acrobatics: les acrobàciesthe crowd: la multitudunknowingly: inadvertidamentstartled: esbaratsthe tourists: els turistesthe humble stall: la parada humilthe scent: la flairefried dough: massa fregidacaptivated: va captivarthe luck: la sortthe victory: la victòriamischievous: trapellato let oneself go: deixar-se portarthe surprise: la sorpresathe bustle: l'enrenouthe magic: la màgiaunforgettable: inoblidablethe lights: les llumsthe warmth: el caliuthe pedestrians: els vianantsto impress: impressionar

Fluent Fiction - Hungarian: Christmas Magic in Budapest: Finding Connection and Inspiration Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/hu/episode/2025-12-09-23-34-02-hu Story Transcript:Hu: A halászbástya karácsonyi fényárban úszott.En: The Halászbástya was awash in Christmas lights.Hu: Lámpák ragyogtak, és ünnepi dekorációk díszítették a macskaköves teraszokat.En: Lamps gleamed, and festive decorations adorned the cobblestone terraces.Hu: Az emberek sűrűn járkáltak, vastag kabátokba bújva, miközben a forralt bor és kürtőskalács illata betöltötte a levegőt.En: People strolled around densely, wrapped in thick coats, while the scent of mulled wine and kürtőskalács filled the air.Hu: László a város fölé magasodva szemlélte a forgatagot.En: László stood gazing over the city, watching the bustle.Hu: Otthon volt, Budapesten, a karácsonyi ünnepek idejére.En: He was home, in Budapest, for the Christmas holidays.Hu: De egyedül érezte magát, vágyott a kapcsolódásra.En: But he felt alone, yearning for connection.Hu: Valami mély, valami inspiráló hiányzott.En: Something deep, something inspiring was missing.Hu: Katalin, László unokatestvére, vidáman javasolta, hogy menjenek együtt a karácsonyi vásárba.En: Katalin, László's cousin, cheerfully suggested they visit the Christmas market together.Hu: László habozott.En: László hesitated.Hu: Nem volt könnyű idegenekkel beszélgetni, különösen egy ilyen zajos, mozgalmas helyen.En: It wasn't easy to talk to strangers, especially in such a noisy, bustling place.Hu: De Katalin lelkesedése ragadós volt, így hát elindultak.En: But Katalin's enthusiasm was infectious, so they set off.Hu: Sétálva a bódék között, László csodálkozva figyelte az árusokat.En: Walking among the stalls, László watched the vendors in wonder.Hu: Mindenütt csillogás, észrevett számos színes kézműves tárgyat.En: Everywhere there was sparkle, and he noticed many colorful handcrafted items.Hu: Katalin finoman noszogatta, hogy beszélgessen a helyiekkel.En: Katalin gently nudged him to talk to the locals.Hu: Végül egy standnál megállt, ahol hagyományos magyar kézműves termékeket árultak.En: Finally, he stopped at a stall selling traditional Hungarian crafts.Hu: Itt találkozott Eszterrel, egy élénk hölggyel, akinek szeme csillogott, miközben beszélt.En: Here he met Eszter, a lively woman whose eyes sparkled as she spoke.Hu: — Szia, segíthetek valamiben?En: "Hi, can I help you with something?"Hu: — kérdezte Eszter kedvesen.En: Eszter asked kindly.Hu: — Csak körülnézek, de ezek a kézművesek gyönyörűek — válaszolta László kissé félénken, de érdeklődve.En: "I'm just looking around, but these crafts are beautiful," László replied, a bit shy but interested.Hu: Eszter mosolyogva kezdett mesélni.En: With a smile, Eszter began to tell stories.Hu: Elmagyarázta a hímzés jelentőségét, a kerámiák titkait, miközben László figyelmesen hallgatta.En: She explained the significance of embroidery and the secrets of the ceramics while László listened attentively.Hu: Ahogy beszélgettek, közös szenvedélyük az alkotás iránt világossá vált.En: As they talked, their shared passion for creation became clear.Hu: Ez a felismerés valami újat gyújtott bennük.En: This realization ignited something new within them.Hu: — Művész vagyok, de egy ideje nem találok inspirációt — vallotta be László.En: "I am an artist, but I haven't found inspiration for a while," László admitted.Hu: — Talán csak más szemszögből kell nézned — javasolta Eszter barátságosan, megmutatva egy különleges mintát, amelyet egy régi hagyomány ihletett.En: "Perhaps you just need to look at it from a different perspective," Eszter suggested friendly, showing a unique pattern inspired by an old tradition.Hu: Valami kinyílt Lászlóban.En: Something opened up in László.Hu: Az este folyamán tovább beszélgettek, nevettek, és felfedezték, hogy mennyi közös van bennük.En: Throughout the evening, they continued talking, laughing, and discovering how much they had in common.Hu: Amikor eljött az elválás ideje, Eszter és László úgy döntöttek, hogy újra találkoznak, hogy megosszák ötleteiket és életeiket.En: When it was time to part, Eszter and László decided to meet again, to share their ideas and lives.Hu: László szíve könnyebb volt, amikor a vásárt elhagyta.En: László's heart felt lighter as he left the market.Hu: Többé nem érezte magát kívülállónak.En: He no longer felt like an outsider.Hu: Eszter által nemcsak új barátra talált, hanem új inspirációra is, amellyel visszatérhetett művészetéhez.En: Through Eszter, he not only found a new friend but also new inspiration to return to his art.Hu: A karácsonyi vásár nemcsak ajándékokat, hanem valódi kapcsolódást is hozott számára.En: The Christmas market brought him not just gifts, but a genuine connection as well. Vocabulary Words:awash: fényárbangleamed: ragyogtakadorned: díszítettékstrolled: járkáltakwrapped: bújvascent: illatamull: forraltgazing: szemléltebustle: forgatagyearning: vágyottenthusiasm: lelkesedéseinfectious: ragadósvendors: árusokatwonder: csodálkozvahandcrafted: kézművesnudged: noszogattasparkled: csillogottshy: félénkenattentively: figyelmeseninspiration: inspirációtrealization: felismerésignited: gyújtottperspective: szemszögbőlpattern: mintatradition: hagyománypart: elválásoutsider: kívülállónakgenuine: valódiconnection: kapcsolódástlighter: könnyebb

Esta quinta entrega de Actualijazz es una edición especial, con una duración superior la habitual, y se la dedicamos a la navidad. Todas las canciones que aquí vas a escuchar son novedades, acaban de salir. Hay un poco de todo: jazz, soul, salsa, rock y hasta country. Hay canciones nuevas, clásicos olvidados y versiones de estándares que te sorprenderán. Espero que os guste y que, durante estos días, esta selección os acompañe y que la compartáis con vuestras personas favoritas. Con motivo de las fiestas, Actualijazz hará una pausa para volver a encontrarnos el próximo año. Con mis mejores deseos… Lester Cuba. Playlist: – Somewhere In My Memory, Safri Duo; – Christmas In LA, Frank McComb; – Xmas in the Hood, Acantha Lang; – All That Glitters, Caity György & Mark Limacher; – Fairytale of New York, Dana Masters; – Christmas Island, Bria Skonberg; – Cool Yule (feat. Antonio Faraò), Mario Biondi; – All the Things I Know About Christmas, Nils Landgren; – Run, Run Rudolph, April Varner; – Merry Christmas, Babe, Eric Benét; – Christmas Magic, Laufey; – Last Christmas, Georgia Cécile & Euan Stevenson; – All I Want For Christmas Is You, Morgan Wade; – Llegó Navidad, Spanish Harlem Orchestra.

Why does Christmas feel so magical—and how can we bottle that feeling for our families? In this episode, Justin and Kylie unpack the science behind Christmas joy and reveal the seven psychological drivers that make the season feel warm, connected, nostalgic, and full of wonder. From sensory anchors to collective effervescence, discover how small tweaks to your traditions can transform a stressful season into a slow, meaningful, joy-soaked one. This is your cheat-sheet to creating the kind of Christmas your kids will remember forever. KEY POINTS Relationships are the heart of Christmas—intentional togetherness boosts joy and belonging. Anticipated joy (hello Advent calendars) fuels dopamine and lifts mood weeks before the day arrives. Sensory anchoring—smells, sights, tastes—creates powerful nostalgia and emotional connection. Collective effervescence elevates community energy when everyone enters the same seasonal rhythm. Permission for wonder gives adults a rare chance to play, imagine, and embrace childlike magic. Savouring and gratitude turn small moments into the big memories our kids carry into adulthood. Applying these principles can fix a stressful or disappointing Christmas and make it joyful again. QUOTE OF THE EPISODE “Christmas is culturally sanctioned slowness—and if we savour it, the joy multiplies.” ACTION STEPS FOR PARENTS Prioritise connection over productivity—plan moments of slow, intentional togetherness. Create anticipation with rituals that build excitement (tree, lights, Advent, small traditions). Use sensory anchors—scents, recipes, music, decorations—to spark nostalgia and joy. Lean into wonder: play, imagine, and embrace the magic your kids already feel. Savour moments in real time—pause, breathe, and let the season be slow. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

JoAnne’s Christmas Curse: Part 2 A Bike Messenger Received. Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In the morning, JoAnne only found one skirt and jacket; with a remarkable short skirt. And the only shoes had six inch spike heels. Fortunately the long wool overcoat was back, so at least she could probably make it to the office without being ravished, although as horny as she was waking up, any ravishing was more likely to be her doing anyway. JoAnne shrugged off her coat as she walked past Lillian's desk, the super-short skirt eliciting an appreciative "ooh" from Lillian. Then, Lillian said, "Um, shit. JoAnne, the secretary offsite training is today, so I have to leave in like five minutes; we're supposed to head out to some lame team building exercise thing." JoAnne flinched. Lillian, cute as ever, stood up and stepped into the inner office with her. Lillian continued. "I, um, was really hoping to finish all that, um, dictation we started yesterday, but I just got a call saying there are no excused absences. Human Resources is adamant." JoAnne forced a smile on her face. "Not your fault. I was really hoping we could; um, go over that last part again today. Maybe you could read it back to me tomorrow though." She felt Lillian's warm hand slide up the back of her skirt and gently grab her bare ass, a fingertip just pressed against her asshole. Lillian smiled sweetly as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "I hate to wait that long, but I'll go over my notes so I can read it back exactly right." JoAnne shivered, glanced out the door to make sure nobody was in the outer office, then whispered into Lillian's ear, "God, I was so looking forward to dragging you in here this morning. You'd better run while you still have some clothes on!" Lillian gave her a chaste peck on the cheek, then slipped out the door. Shit. Alone. Horny as hell. JoAnne settled in to get some work done. The morning dragged by, Joanne having to find every file, and never quite sure where to look. She was surprised at how much she actually had undervalued her secretaries; the Byzantine filing system used by the company for hard copy files, was certainly not designed for amateurs. By late afternoon, she found herself frustrated; sorting through file cabinets, looking for a 10-year old file. She was looking in the second lowest cabinet when she heard someone behind her, clearing his throat. JoAnne whirled. The same bike messenger as usual, stood with a package; and gilt edged green envelope in hand. From where he had been standing, he must have had a clear view of her full ass, as she bent over the files. With the super-short skirt and no panties, it didn't take a genius to figure out what he'd seen. She glanced down at his thin spandex cycling shorts surreptitiously. Yep. Hard-on. Giant hard-on. She could see each vein in the trellis texture wrapping around the wide girth of his cock. "How long have you been standing there." "About 90 seconds, I just came; in. I mean came in." "I'll bet." She snatched the big bubble-wrap envelope from his hand. Ripped it open and read the gilt and ivory card. All it said was, "He's all yours." She felt the now-familiar tingling, surge through her. The package had a very nice Christmas bath towel with ivory and gold trim. She stared at the muscular bike messenger, stepped around him; then closed, and locked the office door. "Three questions. No bullshit." He raised an eyebrow, "Yes?" "You married?" "No." "Steady girlfriend?" "No." "Straight?" "Yes." "Fine. I can see you're horny." She gestured at his monstrous hard-on. "You've eyed me every time you've come in here; and if I don't get laid in the next few minutes, I'll go insane." Her skirt and blouse hit the floor, and before he could even respond, she was on her knees and pulling the spandex shorts to his ankles. Her mouth was on his massive cock before he could even finish stepping out of his shoes and pull his shirt off. The taste was amazing, she felt like she couldn't get away; every lick made her crave him even more. She could barely get her hand around the shaft, so she began stroking his massive pole with both hands; spreading as much of her saliva on his cock as she could manage, then she began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, getting a little deeper with each stroke. She felt his hands grip her hair, and he slowly began to take over the rhythm, and driving in a little deeper each time. She felt a flash of anger as she realized he was just fucking her mouth, just using her! The feeling of anger flashed into heat that seemed to center on her pussy. She groaned around the thrusting pole. His cock went in deeper and she sucked harder, slurping as he pulled back. Fuck, it felt great, just to act like a total slut! She moved her hands back around, to grab his muscular ass, and began pulling him in harder. She should have been gagging and choking on his cock; it was going halfway down her damn throat! But apparently Holly had also turned off her gag mechanism or something. He must think she was a total whore to be able to deep throat him like that. The more she thought about it, the more it turned her on. She grabbed his ass hard and pulled him right up to her, feeling his cock slide down her throat until her lips were all the way down. She held him that way, listening to him groan, then she very slowly slid him out of her burning mouth, looking up at him and making hard eye contact. Just as he was almost out of her mouth, she let her teeth touch the head; then sucked him all the way in again. After four times, his eyes were starting to lose focus, so she finally let him slide all the way out, his cock glistening with her saliva. "You're not getting off that easy; I said I need to get laid. I need to get fucking pounded!" JoAnne led him over to the desk then she laid down on. With ass right at the edge, she pulled her knees up until they were right at her tits. The bike courier guy didn't hesitate at all, plunging his steel rod in all the way to the hilt. Even as wet as she was, the huge pole filling her; induced a gasp. "Oh yeah! Now just fucking hammer that pussy!" He complied without a word, his balls slapping against her ass with each drive. Moaning loudly, she stretched her legs up, then rested her heels over his shoulders, and began tweaking her hard nipples. With all her frustration earlier, her orgasms didn't take long to arrive; gushing hot juice as her inner muscles contracted on the giant cock. Feeling the force of her orgasm, he started to slow. She snarled through gritted teeth, "Keep fucking, god dammit! Don't stop or I'll slap the shit out of you!" He grinned and continued ramming into her steaming hole; it took two more hard climaxes, before she could feel herself relax. He began to pick up speed, and she could see from his face; he was nearly there. Suddenly the desk slid; and his cock popped out, pointed right at her; just as a fountain of sticky white cum erupted. JoAnne felt the first rope, splattering upward from her stomach, to her tits, and finally her face. Then a second rope came even harder and longer. Since her mouth was open, she got a good taste of the hot jizz. Her mouth filled up, just as the second rope a jizz abated. She stared directly into his eyes as she swallowed it all. A third rope commenced, hitting her right between the eyes. It spread evenly in both lateral directions. Covering her eye shadow and cascading down over her eyelids, and flowing over her high cheekbones. It ran along her jaw, and dribbled into the ravine of her deep cleavage. That bitch! JoAnne was sure she could hear Holly’s haunting giggle. He staggered back. "Shit, I'm sorry, the damn desk slid; I, uh;” She waved him off, licking the cum off her lips. "Don't worry about it; furniture has a mind of its own sometimes." He dressed hurriedly while she toweled herself off. After he was gone, she checked her hair one last time for cum droplets and headed home. That night, her vibrator was buzzing pretty late. Three on a match The next morning, one of the red outfits was hanging in the closet; see through white blouse, red skirt, red jacket; and the now-normal high heel red shoes. Not a stitch of underwear, of any type, of course. The skirt seemed longer than they had been, the last few days, and the neckline was a little less obvious. With the jacket closed and fully buttoned, she could probably be seen in public without getting arrested. Another Christmas card lay on her counter, all it said was, "Be Helpful! Helping Others Can be Fulfilling." Lillian wasn't in the outer office. Just as JoAnne settled into her chair, Lillian, wearing a cute little gray skirt outfit, came in, leading a small young woman with light brown hair and huge glasses, into the room. "JoAnne, this is Mouse, from the IT office. She is going to replace the Video conference set-up this morning; a lot more than the cable, was bad." "Mouse"; gave a weak smile, which clearly showed where she had picked up her nickname. The resemblance to a friendly, cute, cartoon mouse was uncanny. She had two prominent front teeth and her ears even stuck out enough to make the image perfect. Well, as long as she was here, there was no way JoAnne was going to get Lillian alone. JoAnne moved to Lillian's desk while Lillian and Mouse struggled with the connections. Mouse, working in the secure comms closet, while Lillian kept reconnecting cables under the desk. JoAnne watched Lillian's cute round ass, wiggling around as she swapped out yet another piece of the system, while Mouse adjusted settings on the master board in the closet; occasionally closing the door to see the whole panel. Going down a couple floors, to Security; to sign for a new badge and computer token that would work with the new conference system, was a relief for JoAnne. As she walked back into her office, closing the outer door behind her, the first thing she saw was Lillian's yummy ass, still wiggling from under the desk. Looking around, she noted that everyone seemed to be still at work, just as she’d left them. So that means Mouse was still in the comms closet, with the door almost shut. Grinning evilly, JoAnne slid up behind the desk and the lovely ass of her assistant was exposed. She rolled up her desk chair and seated herself, then slid one hand up her inner thigh; slowly; whispering, "As soon as we're alone, I'm eating that sweet pussy, until you scream! Then I'm fucking your brains out with Carlos!” That was the nickname she gave her new strap-on dildo harness setup. Lillian didn't say anything, but spread her legs further. JoAnne then saw the jeweled stem of a lovely ass-plug, deeply set in Lillian’s lovely asshole. Where did Lillian get this lovely accessory from? She let her fingers cruise up the soft inner thigh. Much to her excitement, Lillian wasn't wearing any panties; and she was very, very wet. JoAnne began to finger her in earnest, massaging the rapidly swollen clit and dripping pussy rapidly. Lillian was thrusting back against her hand, so she quickly slipped two fingers into her, pumping in and out until she heard a soft moan and felt Lillian's pussy muscles contacting rhythmically on her fingers. Hearing the rattling at the comms closet door, she rapidly stood up and acted as if she was in the middle of a conversation with Lillian: "So we may have to stay later tonight until we get this sorted out." Lillian stepped out of the comms closet. Stunned Joanne looked down at the desk as Mouse slipped out from underneath it, with a huge mousey grin, flushed face and a great deal of hair out of place. Belatedly, Joanne realized Mouse was also wearing a gray skirt, just like Lillian's. "I'll stay as late as you want, Ma'am! Gosh Lily, you said she was great to work for, but I didn't know she was this great!" Lillian looked confused. Mouse's grin got even wider. "Lil, she didn't know we switched places; she thought I was you.” Turning back to the director, Mouse continued; “Miss Steadman, It was great! Mouse was euphoric and giddy. “LiI, haven't gotten laid since the last time we did the amateur-night strip club thing, you know? The time you and I had too much tequila, ended up in the oil-wrestling pit, and went home together? And Miss Steadmann was really good! Normally I'd scream if someone just slid their hand up my skirt, but it was so obvious she thought it was you! And I thought it would be funny; she promised to fuck my brains out as soon as we were alone. So I was going to say something, but her fingers felt so good; going up my thigh, and I kept putting off saying anything. And I've been so horny all week. I mean; I can masturbate, but it just isn't the same as having someone else do it to you. And she knows just how to use her fingers; I came so hard, I thought I would pass out. Gosh Lily, you need to learn to share!" Mouse said the entire thing in one breath, which made Lillian begin to giggle, then Mouse joined in and finally JoAnne broke down and began to laugh. Breathlessly, JoAnne gasped out, "I'm so sorry, I've just been so crazy horny for the last week." Mouse giggled, "You should jump the bike courier guy; makes me wet every time he walks through the office. I end up fingering myself under the desk!" "I jumped him yesterday, and screwed his brains out." "Oh my gosh! Is he as good as he looks? I'll bet he's hung like a horse!" "Huge; he's just hung like a stallion!. But I'm still horny as hell!" After they finally managed to stop laughing, Mouse looked thoughtfully at the outer office door. Her wicked mouse-grin got wider. She pulled a doorknob sign out of her bag. It said; "Tech Support. Sensitive Hardware Installation; Keep Out." She walked to the outer office door, pulled it open, hung the sign on the outer knob, then closed and locked it with an evil mousey leer. "Looks like later to me!" JoAnne felt Lily reach around her and begin unbuttoning her blouse, pausing for a moment to gently tease JoAnne's hard nipples. Mouse dropped her skirt to the floor and walked towards the cleared off desk. "So Miss Jo, you said something about; making me scream?" Jo shivered as Lily pulled her blouse down off her shoulders while tracing up the nape of her neck with the hot tip of her tongue. Lily whispered in her ear. "I'm holding you to that, too. You may have said it to her, but you thought you were promising it to me. Looks like double duty for you." It was over two hours later when JoAnne finally walked out on wobbly legs. She was even a little sore; Mouse, it turned out, had a fondness for wearing the strap-on and her compact little body had more strength than anyone would expect. JoAnne was also very glad she'd been using the vibrator on her ass so regularly; her earlier attack on Lily's ass had brought a rather delightful but slightly over the top retribution from Lily. Mouse and Lily seemed very comfortable with each other, and it was pretty clear they were a lot fonder of each other than either of them really realized. To be honest JoAnne wondered why she'd noticed. Dropping off to sleep was easier than ever. After a few minutes with her vibrator of course. The Third Package When JoAnne woke the next morning, naked as usual, she glanced in the mirror; her little holly leaf was very much edged in gold now; and the hair seemed to be turning a dark green. At least her closet was looking a little more benign this morning; the ever present red jacket, a regular white silk blouse; hardly transparent at all; her now-perpetually-excited nipples poked through, but she was getting used to that. And the skirt was actually just a little shorter than her usual choice. The heels were almost an inch higher than before, but that was a pretty easy trade-off. The shoes, at least, were comfortable. As she strolled into her kitchen, she found Holly, and another incredibly busty elf perched on the counter, looking over a couple of scrolls. Both were drinking coffee from her coffeemaker. "A black elf?" Holly and the new elf looked up at her. The black elf threw her a sharp look. "What, is she racist, too?" Holly shook her head, and held up her scroll. "Nope. Just ignorant." Holly looked over at JoAnne. "Elves aren't born, we're recruited." "From where? "Everywhere. I was recruited in Germany over 900 years ago. Koko here was recruited from Johannesburg about 80 years ago." JoAnne really wanted to know what the hell they were doing in her kitchen, but pushing Holly had proven to be a really bad idea, so she tried to be conversational. "So what's the recruitment profile? I mean you'd have to have some kind of criteria." She looked at the two of them critically for a second. "Cause If I was going to guess, I'd assume it had something to do with having tits like honeydew melons." Koko gave a lopsided grin. "That's part of the 'elf upgrade package.' The Big Guy has a thing for giant knockers, so you lose a little height and gain half dozen cups sizes. They firm up and stick out, too. Gwyneth, our head supervisor, is over 800 years old, and she still has very little sag." She reached up with her hands and jiggled her boobs. "They're really sensitive, too. Definitely worth the trade." "Doesn't that make your back hurt?" Holly laughed. "Christmas Magic, Baby." "The Big Guy is?" "Santa Claus, Pere Noel, Father Christmas. Yep, he's real." "And he likes big knockers. Do you guys, uh?" Koko shook her head, eyes wide. "Nope, He's a one-woman guy, and Lady Winter isn't somebody you'd want to piss off. She doesn't mind skin and jiggle all around him, doesn't mind looking at it, herself. But I'd hate to think what would happen if anyone was stupid enough to go after and seduce him." Holly nodded. "She actually does the upgrades, I think the giant ta-tas are her idea, anyway." She suddenly looked a little serious. "So, anyway; Koko here is from the Legal Oversight office. She's responsible for making sure all the legal criteria are met for this kind of stuff. Christmas Lesson Curses, you know." "She's a lawyer?" Koko stiffened. "Oh? So I can't be a lawyer now?" JoAnne flinched. "No, I mean, I guess, I just never thought of Elves as needing lawyers." Koko relaxed a bit. "We have divisions to do everything: management, logistics, manufacturing, recruiting, and, of course; the elves who go out and spread Christmas cheer, the 'Jingle Girls,' that's by far our biggest division." Holly caught Jo's eye. "She has to make sure that I'm not misusing power, make sure you deserved the curse. All that kind of stuff." There was an almost pleading look in her eye. Koko nodded, sipping her coffee and picking up a scroll from the counter. "Somebody, who I won't name, but who's initials are 'Holly Mistletoe' is kind of sloppy with paperwork and has gotten her ass in trouble before; for overreacting. In fact, she's on probation. One more misuse and she's back in the toy factory, putting eyes in those creepy little dolls." Holly shuddered. Jo shrugged. "So what do you need to know?" "Okay. Let's see. Were you knowingly and deliberately rude to her, contrary to the Spirit of Christmas?" "Yeah, I kinda was. More than 'kinda.' I knocked her on her ass." "On purpose?" "I don't know. More, not giving a shit." Koko's eyes slid sideways accusingly towards Holly, who looked a little stricken. Jo suddenly felt a little sorry for Holly, even though she'd started this whole thing. "Oh yeah, I did tell her to 'Fuck off.' Twice. And definitely I meant that. I tried to get her thrown out of the restaurant." She saw relief cross Holly's face. Koko looked placated. "Okay. So let's see if the response was appropriate;” Koko scanned the scroll. "Maybe a little over the top, but not too much. No permanent damage or anything. Not like that sheep incident in Scotland." Holly suppressed a snicker and Koko glared at her. "It wasn't funny, you know. A whole country gets a bad reputation because some drunk highlander pinched your ass without your permission." She looked over at JoAnne. "Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes. I think I have. I'll sure as hell remember this, for the rest of my life." "Okay then, we can go ahead and turn it off." JoAnne thought fleetingly of Mouse and Lillian. "Wait, doesn't it end at midnight tonight anyway? Until Midnight of Christmas Eve and all that?" Koko looked a little confused. "Well, yes, but it isn't necessary to continue; you're clearly contrite;” "No, it's okay, I don't want to put you guys through any trouble or anything. I've made it so far, I'll make it through the day." Koko shrugged, but JoAnne thought Holly looked a bit smug as the two of them disappeared with that bizarre reverse popping sound. Alone. Unfortunately for JoAnne, Lily had called to say she would be out; her car had broken down. Just as bad, when JoAnne made up an excuse to call down to Tech Support to "ask Mouse a question about this video upgrade," she'd been told that Mouse had called out to go help someone whose car had broken down. Obviously Lily. JoAnne reflected that the two of them seemed to be a little more than just a couple friends who slept together once in a while. In a way, she wished Lily had called her for help instead of Mouse. She lasted only half the day in the nearly deserted office. Everyone had taken Christmas Eve off, and she could have sprinted through the building, naked; and not run into anyone. By noon, only she and the old man at the security desk, were left. Grumbling, she walked out of the building, and started home. Nobody to care for, nobody to visit. As she walked past a still-open jewelry store, she noticed charm necklaces proudly displayed. Not very expensive things; just little gold charms. But one design was a little cartoon mouse; and one of the others was a lily. After a flash of inspiration, she walked down the street to a metro delivery service, filled out the forms, and paid a ridiculous fee to have the necklaces delivered by tonight. With a self-satisfied smile, she sent the mouse necklace to Lily and the lily necklace to Mouse, along with a note that she hoped they had a wonderful Christmas. At 6pm, tired of waiting for the ‘shoe to drop’, and more than a little disappointed, JoAnne took a relaxing shower. Afterward she dried and wore her very expensive white plush bathrobe. She pulled a bottle of chilled white wine out of her walk-in wine cellar, and put it on the counter. Her earlier joy at finding the right gifts for Lily and Mouse, was fast-fading, and in the back of her mind, she was seriously considering drinking enough wine to pass out, for the first time since college. That is, until she heard a knock on her Penthouse apartment door. That in itself should have been impossible; nobody entered the building without being rung up in the first place. She walked over and looked out the peephole. The bike messenger. She smiled to herself, feeling a surge of lust. "Holly, you clever, sneaky little bitch." She untied and tossed her robe over on the easy chair, and threw the door open with a smile. "Just what I was waiting for! Come on in." Three faces stared at her in shock. Well, two were in shock; the third was starting a knowing grin. She looked from face to face to face, stunned. The Bike Messenger. An identical Bike Messenger. And yet another twin Bike Messenger. "Triplets? Identical Triplets." The grinning one stepped in, pulling the other two with him. "I'm Derrick, this is Devlin and that is Darwin. We operate Triple D Messenger Service." The one he'd called Devlin, stared at her for a second, then blinked and shook his head. "You dropped off a couple packages to be delivered and the addresses got smeared." He held up the packages for Lily and Mouse. "Since we had deliveries in this building we figured we'd drop by and get;” his voice trailed off as Joann reached over and grabbed his shirtfront and Darwin's arm, and began dragging them towards the living room. "I really hope you three don't have anywhere to be for the next couple of hours." She felt Derrick's hands slide up her bare body, to cup her tits, and Darwin started kissing her deeply. An hour later, moaning her way through yet another shivering orgasm, she noticed movement in the doorway. Lily and Mouse, both in long winter coats watched; open-mouthed from the doorway. Each one was clutching a wine box with a bow on it. She pulled her mouth off the head of the cock she'd been happily sucking on. Darwin, or was it Derrick; looked over at them, then back down at JoAnne. "You need to get that lock looked at." "Come in and close the door." Mouse looked at her wide-eyed, then at the men stroking in and out of JoAnne. "Miss Jo, you look a little; busy, maybe we should go." "Well; I think maybe 'Miss I-Get-Wet-and-Finger-Myself-Whenever-the-Bike-Messenger-Comes-Through'; and 'Miss I-Want-to-Take-a-Bite-of-His-Ass'; should lose their clothes and give me a hand before I suffocate. This whole 'airtight' thing is fun at first, but a girl needs to be able to breathe." Lily and Mouse exchanged looks and giggled as they dropped their coats. The only thing either one was wearing was their shoes. As the men slowly let her loose, JoAnne said. "Mouse, Lily, this is Derrick, Devlin and Darwin of Triple D Messenger Service." Lily reached out and grabbed the nearest cock. "Dibs on Devlin." "Um, actually, I'm Darwin;” "Yeah, whatever. Just get that rock hard ass and phallus over here." The one nearest Mouse smiled at her. "I'm;” Mouse solemnly cut him off, grabbing his hard shaft and leading him over towards an easy chair. "Don't care. You name wasn't the important part of my recurring fantasy." JoAnne looked at the remaining brother. Whatever his name was. "Thank God! Now I can move how I want to." It was another hour before they paused. While the guys recovered, JoAnne gave the charm necklaces to Mouse and Lily and watched their smiles light up. Especially when they realized who got which necklace. Mouse reached over and pulled Jo and Lily into a hug. "You guys are the best!" Lily grabbed the wine boxes, handing one to Mouse. "We got you gifts too." Mouse opened the box with a crazy mousey leer, pulling out an enormous strap-on, while Lily did the same. Her grin wasn't as mousey, but the leer was just as crazy. They began strapping them on, and over their shoulders, JoAnne could see the guys' hard-ons returning already. "Holly Mistletoe. Holly Mistletoe. Holly Mistletoe!" Everything froze with a snap. Holly, her elf cap askew, was standing in the middle of the room. She looked around at the three buff bike messengers, who'd just been starting to get up, then at Lily and Mouse, frozen with their giant strap-ons at the ready and lust-filled eyes. "Wow. I'm impressed. Helluva party." "It's getting a little wild." "Okay, you definitely need help. Do you want me to make them go to sleep, send some home, send all of them home?" "Oh, no. Don't do that." Holly looked around. "Then what?" "I wasn't really calling for help. I just figured, that if you weren't busy you might want to; you know." "Join in?" Holly looked at her disbelievingly. JoAnne shrugged. "Sorry, I just thought you might want a little fun. But I guess being an Elf on Christmas Eve, you're probably busy." Holly looked over at the three guys and grinned. "Fuck it, the team up north can get by without me." "How are you going to get them to not freak out when you just show up, I doubt all of them believe in Christmas Magic?" "The magic of Pizza. Everybody believes in pizza." A sudden snap with that strange reverse-popping sound and everyone was in motion again. Just as they had her encircled, there was a loud knock and the door popped open. Holly, in a ridiculously tight, red and white, cleavage-baring parody of a pizza delivery costume was standing at the door, holding a two huge pizza boxes. "Pizza delivery! For Miss Jo Steadmann. Looks like a 'Crowd Pleaser Combo', One 'Double Sweet and Spicy' and one extra-large, extra-hot Triple Sausage. Lily shook her head. "You really need to get that lock looked at." Holly looked around, as if seeing everything for the first time, and her eyes widened. "Oh, triplets!" Trio Times. Jo relaxed dreamily, eyes closed, laying on her side on her bed as Mouse and Lily thrust slowly, gently, in and out of her in perfect rhythm. Their legs were tangled together. Lily, behind her, and Mouse, in front, used their hands to hold JoAnne’s upper leg up at the knee, while they both kissed and nibbled her neck. She listened to far more intense noises from the next room. Somewhere around midnight, Holly had finally dragged the three bike messengers off with a lascivious grin. JoAnne didn't have to make any effort, just enjoyed the sensations, the slow build until a last, slow wave of orgasm slid through her. As she opened her eyes, she realized that Lily and Mouse were gently kissing each other, the golden charms on their necklaces tapping together, making tiny bell-like sounds, while the two of them looked into each other's eyes as if they were in a world all their own. Walking Funny. The next morning, JoAnne slipped quietly off the bed; Lillian and Mouse were nestled together on the other side. Mouse was snoring quietly, little, squeaky contented sounds. It was clear, just from the way they were holding each other; that they had crossed from occasional Friends with Benefits, to something much more serious, and that made JoAnne smile a little. Holly was sitting lazily, in one of the easy chairs, dressed in one of JoAnne's robes. She raised a mug up. "The boys had to leave, remembered they had a Christmas family thing. That's good, 'cause I'm gonna walk funny for a few days. Damn, they had some serious stamina. Must be all that bike riding. Hey, I've got some hot chocolate for you on the counter." JoAnne raised the steaming mug off the counter. "I thought you'd be busy today." "No, Christmas Day is a pretty quiet day for me, just a couple things to do." She waved at the penthouse apartment. "Is this worth it? Your job, I mean, it obviously makes a shit-ton of money, but it seems pretty stressful." "I thought so, but honestly, over the last few days, I've had more fun than I can remember." She paused. "I could work my ass off for the rest of my life and it would never get me what Lily and Mouse have." "I saw that too, they just didn't realize it until last night. They just figured out that they're a forever couple, I could see it in their eyes last night. You saw it before they did, didn't you?" They both love men, a lot. But they’ll have to be men who don’t mind the Sapphic dimensions in the two women’s lives. JoAnne nodded. "I even kind of gave a hint to them." She told Holly about the necklaces, realizing that the whole thought that she wasn't going to get something; she'd never even thought of wanting, was depressing. JoAnne decided to change the subject. "So, do you like your job?" "It's amazing. I get to travel all over the world, all the time. And I really am the best at it." "I can tell, last night was insane, you outdid yourself." “But I want more from life than career affirmation. I want a meaningful and fun relationship with someone who appreciates who I am. This corporation will never be able to give me those things.” “Did you know that Triple D is conducting a search for a logistics administrator? Derrick is conduction interviews, starting tomorrow. They’ve been offered metro area contracts from a global overnight delivery leader, and they’ll need a very competent administrator. It sounds custom-made for one JoAnne Steadmann?” “Derrick and I had fantastic chemistry, a couple days ago, and again last night. But will Derrick and I be compatible, I mean, after the curse wears off?” Holly shook her head. "The curse ended at Midnight. Since we operate all over the world, all our stuff is set to work on Greenwich mean time, so that'd be about 6PM yesterday, here." "So what was last night?" "That was all you; and, let me tell you, you are one crazy, horny, bitch. You just needed to be unleashed." "Oh. My. God. I thought that was part of your 'spreading Christmas cheer' job." Holly leaned back grinning. "That's a blast, one of the best jobs out there; but I'm not a Jingle Girl, that's not what I do. I just did a courtesy check, on my own time. Gawd, woman! You sure know how to host a shagging party!" "Well, what do you do?" Holly put the mug down on the small table next to her and pulled a scroll out of the thin air and unrolled it, then held a quill pen out to JoAnne, arching an eyebrow. "I'm in Recruiting. If you weren’t interested in settling down with a local guy, I’d be earnestly pitching a career option with lots of travel and opportunities unbounded.” Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts.

JoAnne’s Christmas Curse: Part 2 A Bike Messenger Received. Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In the morning, JoAnne only found one skirt and jacket; with a remarkable short skirt. And the only shoes had six inch spike heels. Fortunately the long wool overcoat was back, so at least she could probably make it to the office without being ravished, although as horny as she was waking up, any ravishing was more likely to be her doing anyway. JoAnne shrugged off her coat as she walked past Lillian's desk, the super-short skirt eliciting an appreciative "ooh" from Lillian. Then, Lillian said, "Um, shit. JoAnne, the secretary offsite training is today, so I have to leave in like five minutes; we're supposed to head out to some lame team building exercise thing." JoAnne flinched. Lillian, cute as ever, stood up and stepped into the inner office with her. Lillian continued. "I, um, was really hoping to finish all that, um, dictation we started yesterday, but I just got a call saying there are no excused absences. Human Resources is adamant." JoAnne forced a smile on her face. "Not your fault. I was really hoping we could; um, go over that last part again today. Maybe you could read it back to me tomorrow though." She felt Lillian's warm hand slide up the back of her skirt and gently grab her bare ass, a fingertip just pressed against her asshole. Lillian smiled sweetly as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "I hate to wait that long, but I'll go over my notes so I can read it back exactly right." JoAnne shivered, glanced out the door to make sure nobody was in the outer office, then whispered into Lillian's ear, "God, I was so looking forward to dragging you in here this morning. You'd better run while you still have some clothes on!" Lillian gave her a chaste peck on the cheek, then slipped out the door. Shit. Alone. Horny as hell. JoAnne settled in to get some work done. The morning dragged by, Joanne having to find every file, and never quite sure where to look. She was surprised at how much she actually had undervalued her secretaries; the Byzantine filing system used by the company for hard copy files, was certainly not designed for amateurs. By late afternoon, she found herself frustrated; sorting through file cabinets, looking for a 10-year old file. She was looking in the second lowest cabinet when she heard someone behind her, clearing his throat. JoAnne whirled. The same bike messenger as usual, stood with a package; and gilt edged green envelope in hand. From where he had been standing, he must have had a clear view of her full ass, as she bent over the files. With the super-short skirt and no panties, it didn't take a genius to figure out what he'd seen. She glanced down at his thin spandex cycling shorts surreptitiously. Yep. Hard-on. Giant hard-on. She could see each vein in the trellis texture wrapping around the wide girth of his cock. "How long have you been standing there." "About 90 seconds, I just came; in. I mean came in." "I'll bet." She snatched the big bubble-wrap envelope from his hand. Ripped it open and read the gilt and ivory card. All it said was, "He's all yours." She felt the now-familiar tingling, surge through her. The package had a very nice Christmas bath towel with ivory and gold trim. She stared at the muscular bike messenger, stepped around him; then closed, and locked the office door. "Three questions. No bullshit." He raised an eyebrow, "Yes?" "You married?" "No." "Steady girlfriend?" "No." "Straight?" "Yes." "Fine. I can see you're horny." She gestured at his monstrous hard-on. "You've eyed me every time you've come in here; and if I don't get laid in the next few minutes, I'll go insane." Her skirt and blouse hit the floor, and before he could even respond, she was on her knees and pulling the spandex shorts to his ankles. Her mouth was on his massive cock before he could even finish stepping out of his shoes and pull his shirt off. The taste was amazing, she felt like she couldn't get away; every lick made her crave him even more. She could barely get her hand around the shaft, so she began stroking his massive pole with both hands; spreading as much of her saliva on his cock as she could manage, then she began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, getting a little deeper with each stroke. She felt his hands grip her hair, and he slowly began to take over the rhythm, and driving in a little deeper each time. She felt a flash of anger as she realized he was just fucking her mouth, just using her! The feeling of anger flashed into heat that seemed to center on her pussy. She groaned around the thrusting pole. His cock went in deeper and she sucked harder, slurping as he pulled back. Fuck, it felt great, just to act like a total slut! She moved her hands back around, to grab his muscular ass, and began pulling him in harder. She should have been gagging and choking on his cock; it was going halfway down her damn throat! But apparently Holly had also turned off her gag mechanism or something. He must think she was a total whore to be able to deep throat him like that. The more she thought about it, the more it turned her on. She grabbed his ass hard and pulled him right up to her, feeling his cock slide down her throat until her lips were all the way down. She held him that way, listening to him groan, then she very slowly slid him out of her burning mouth, looking up at him and making hard eye contact. Just as he was almost out of her mouth, she let her teeth touch the head; then sucked him all the way in again. After four times, his eyes were starting to lose focus, so she finally let him slide all the way out, his cock glistening with her saliva. "You're not getting off that easy; I said I need to get laid. I need to get fucking pounded!" JoAnne led him over to the desk then she laid down on. With ass right at the edge, she pulled her knees up until they were right at her tits. The bike courier guy didn't hesitate at all, plunging his steel rod in all the way to the hilt. Even as wet as she was, the huge pole filling her; induced a gasp. "Oh yeah! Now just fucking hammer that pussy!" He complied without a word, his balls slapping against her ass with each drive. Moaning loudly, she stretched her legs up, then rested her heels over his shoulders, and began tweaking her hard nipples. With all her frustration earlier, her orgasms didn't take long to arrive; gushing hot juice as her inner muscles contracted on the giant cock. Feeling the force of her orgasm, he started to slow. She snarled through gritted teeth, "Keep fucking, god dammit! Don't stop or I'll slap the shit out of you!" He grinned and continued ramming into her steaming hole; it took two more hard climaxes, before she could feel herself relax. He began to pick up speed, and she could see from his face; he was nearly there. Suddenly the desk slid; and his cock popped out, pointed right at her; just as a fountain of sticky white cum erupted. JoAnne felt the first rope, splattering upward from her stomach, to her tits, and finally her face. Then a second rope came even harder and longer. Since her mouth was open, she got a good taste of the hot jizz. Her mouth filled up, just as the second rope a jizz abated. She stared directly into his eyes as she swallowed it all. A third rope commenced, hitting her right between the eyes. It spread evenly in both lateral directions. Covering her eye shadow and cascading down over her eyelids, and flowing over her high cheekbones. It ran along her jaw, and dribbled into the ravine of her deep cleavage. That bitch! JoAnne was sure she could hear Holly’s haunting giggle. He staggered back. "Shit, I'm sorry, the damn desk slid; I, uh;” She waved him off, licking the cum off her lips. "Don't worry about it; furniture has a mind of its own sometimes." He dressed hurriedly while she toweled herself off. After he was gone, she checked her hair one last time for cum droplets and headed home. That night, her vibrator was buzzing pretty late. Three on a match The next morning, one of the red outfits was hanging in the closet; see through white blouse, red skirt, red jacket; and the now-normal high heel red shoes. Not a stitch of underwear, of any type, of course. The skirt seemed longer than they had been, the last few days, and the neckline was a little less obvious. With the jacket closed and fully buttoned, she could probably be seen in public without getting arrested. Another Christmas card lay on her counter, all it said was, "Be Helpful! Helping Others Can be Fulfilling." Lillian wasn't in the outer office. Just as JoAnne settled into her chair, Lillian, wearing a cute little gray skirt outfit, came in, leading a small young woman with light brown hair and huge glasses, into the room. "JoAnne, this is Mouse, from the IT office. She is going to replace the Video conference set-up this morning; a lot more than the cable, was bad." "Mouse"; gave a weak smile, which clearly showed where she had picked up her nickname. The resemblance to a friendly, cute, cartoon mouse was uncanny. She had two prominent front teeth and her ears even stuck out enough to make the image perfect. Well, as long as she was here, there was no way JoAnne was going to get Lillian alone. JoAnne moved to Lillian's desk while Lillian and Mouse struggled with the connections. Mouse, working in the secure comms closet, while Lillian kept reconnecting cables under the desk. JoAnne watched Lillian's cute round ass, wiggling around as she swapped out yet another piece of the system, while Mouse adjusted settings on the master board in the closet; occasionally closing the door to see the whole panel. Going down a couple floors, to Security; to sign for a new badge and computer token that would work with the new conference system, was a relief for JoAnne. As she walked back into her office, closing the outer door behind her, the first thing she saw was Lillian's yummy ass, still wiggling from under the desk. Looking around, she noted that everyone seemed to be still at work, just as she’d left them. So that means Mouse was still in the comms closet, with the door almost shut. Grinning evilly, JoAnne slid up behind the desk and the lovely ass of her assistant was exposed. She rolled up her desk chair and seated herself, then slid one hand up her inner thigh; slowly; whispering, "As soon as we're alone, I'm eating that sweet pussy, until you scream! Then I'm fucking your brains out with Carlos!” That was the nickname she gave her new strap-on dildo harness setup. Lillian didn't say anything, but spread her legs further. JoAnne then saw the jeweled stem of a lovely ass-plug, deeply set in Lillian’s lovely asshole. Where did Lillian get this lovely accessory from? She let her fingers cruise up the soft inner thigh. Much to her excitement, Lillian wasn't wearing any panties; and she was very, very wet. JoAnne began to finger her in earnest, massaging the rapidly swollen clit and dripping pussy rapidly. Lillian was thrusting back against her hand, so she quickly slipped two fingers into her, pumping in and out until she heard a soft moan and felt Lillian's pussy muscles contacting rhythmically on her fingers. Hearing the rattling at the comms closet door, she rapidly stood up and acted as if she was in the middle of a conversation with Lillian: "So we may have to stay later tonight until we get this sorted out." Lillian stepped out of the comms closet. Stunned Joanne looked down at the desk as Mouse slipped out from underneath it, with a huge mousey grin, flushed face and a great deal of hair out of place. Belatedly, Joanne realized Mouse was also wearing a gray skirt, just like Lillian's. "I'll stay as late as you want, Ma'am! Gosh Lily, you said she was great to work for, but I didn't know she was this great!" Lillian looked confused. Mouse's grin got even wider. "Lil, she didn't know we switched places; she thought I was you.” Turning back to the director, Mouse continued; “Miss Steadman, It was great! Mouse was euphoric and giddy. “LiI, haven't gotten laid since the last time we did the amateur-night strip club thing, you know? The time you and I had too much tequila, ended up in the oil-wrestling pit, and went home together? And Miss Steadmann was really good! Normally I'd scream if someone just slid their hand up my skirt, but it was so obvious she thought it was you! And I thought it would be funny; she promised to fuck my brains out as soon as we were alone. So I was going to say something, but her fingers felt so good; going up my thigh, and I kept putting off saying anything. And I've been so horny all week. I mean; I can masturbate, but it just isn't the same as having someone else do it to you. And she knows just how to use her fingers; I came so hard, I thought I would pass out. Gosh Lily, you need to learn to share!" Mouse said the entire thing in one breath, which made Lillian begin to giggle, then Mouse joined in and finally JoAnne broke down and began to laugh. Breathlessly, JoAnne gasped out, "I'm so sorry, I've just been so crazy horny for the last week." Mouse giggled, "You should jump the bike courier guy; makes me wet every time he walks through the office. I end up fingering myself under the desk!" "I jumped him yesterday, and screwed his brains out." "Oh my gosh! Is he as good as he looks? I'll bet he's hung like a horse!" "Huge; he's just hung like a stallion!. But I'm still horny as hell!" After they finally managed to stop laughing, Mouse looked thoughtfully at the outer office door. Her wicked mouse-grin got wider. She pulled a doorknob sign out of her bag. It said; "Tech Support. Sensitive Hardware Installation; Keep Out." She walked to the outer office door, pulled it open, hung the sign on the outer knob, then closed and locked it with an evil mousey leer. "Looks like later to me!" JoAnne felt Lily reach around her and begin unbuttoning her blouse, pausing for a moment to gently tease JoAnne's hard nipples. Mouse dropped her skirt to the floor and walked towards the cleared off desk. "So Miss Jo, you said something about; making me scream?" Jo shivered as Lily pulled her blouse down off her shoulders while tracing up the nape of her neck with the hot tip of her tongue. Lily whispered in her ear. "I'm holding you to that, too. You may have said it to her, but you thought you were promising it to me. Looks like double duty for you." It was over two hours later when JoAnne finally walked out on wobbly legs. She was even a little sore; Mouse, it turned out, had a fondness for wearing the strap-on and her compact little body had more strength than anyone would expect. JoAnne was also very glad she'd been using the vibrator on her ass so regularly; her earlier attack on Lily's ass had brought a rather delightful but slightly over the top retribution from Lily. Mouse and Lily seemed very comfortable with each other, and it was pretty clear they were a lot fonder of each other than either of them really realized. To be honest JoAnne wondered why she'd noticed. Dropping off to sleep was easier than ever. After a few minutes with her vibrator of course. The Third Package When JoAnne woke the next morning, naked as usual, she glanced in the mirror; her little holly leaf was very much edged in gold now; and the hair seemed to be turning a dark green. At least her closet was looking a little more benign this morning; the ever present red jacket, a regular white silk blouse; hardly transparent at all; her now-perpetually-excited nipples poked through, but she was getting used to that. And the skirt was actually just a little shorter than her usual choice. The heels were almost an inch higher than before, but that was a pretty easy trade-off. The shoes, at least, were comfortable. As she strolled into her kitchen, she found Holly, and another incredibly busty elf perched on the counter, looking over a couple of scrolls. Both were drinking coffee from her coffeemaker. "A black elf?" Holly and the new elf looked up at her. The black elf threw her a sharp look. "What, is she racist, too?" Holly shook her head, and held up her scroll. "Nope. Just ignorant." Holly looked over at JoAnne. "Elves aren't born, we're recruited." "From where? "Everywhere. I was recruited in Germany over 900 years ago. Koko here was recruited from Johannesburg about 80 years ago." JoAnne really wanted to know what the hell they were doing in her kitchen, but pushing Holly had proven to be a really bad idea, so she tried to be conversational. "So what's the recruitment profile? I mean you'd have to have some kind of criteria." She looked at the two of them critically for a second. "Cause If I was going to guess, I'd assume it had something to do with having tits like honeydew melons." Koko gave a lopsided grin. "That's part of the 'elf upgrade package.' The Big Guy has a thing for giant knockers, so you lose a little height and gain half dozen cups sizes. They firm up and stick out, too. Gwyneth, our head supervisor, is over 800 years old, and she still has very little sag." She reached up with her hands and jiggled her boobs. "They're really sensitive, too. Definitely worth the trade." "Doesn't that make your back hurt?" Holly laughed. "Christmas Magic, Baby." "The Big Guy is?" "Santa Claus, Pere Noel, Father Christmas. Yep, he's real." "And he likes big knockers. Do you guys, uh?" Koko shook her head, eyes wide. "Nope, He's a one-woman guy, and Lady Winter isn't somebody you'd want to piss off. She doesn't mind skin and jiggle all around him, doesn't mind looking at it, herself. But I'd hate to think what would happen if anyone was stupid enough to go after and seduce him." Holly nodded. "She actually does the upgrades, I think the giant ta-tas are her idea, anyway." She suddenly looked a little serious. "So, anyway; Koko here is from the Legal Oversight office. She's responsible for making sure all the legal criteria are met for this kind of stuff. Christmas Lesson Curses, you know." "She's a lawyer?" Koko stiffened. "Oh? So I can't be a lawyer now?" JoAnne flinched. "No, I mean, I guess, I just never thought of Elves as needing lawyers." Koko relaxed a bit. "We have divisions to do everything: management, logistics, manufacturing, recruiting, and, of course; the elves who go out and spread Christmas cheer, the 'Jingle Girls,' that's by far our biggest division." Holly caught Jo's eye. "She has to make sure that I'm not misusing power, make sure you deserved the curse. All that kind of stuff." There was an almost pleading look in her eye. Koko nodded, sipping her coffee and picking up a scroll from the counter. "Somebody, who I won't name, but who's initials are 'Holly Mistletoe' is kind of sloppy with paperwork and has gotten her ass in trouble before; for overreacting. In fact, she's on probation. One more misuse and she's back in the toy factory, putting eyes in those creepy little dolls." Holly shuddered. Jo shrugged. "So what do you need to know?" "Okay. Let's see. Were you knowingly and deliberately rude to her, contrary to the Spirit of Christmas?" "Yeah, I kinda was. More than 'kinda.' I knocked her on her ass." "On purpose?" "I don't know. More, not giving a shit." Koko's eyes slid sideways accusingly towards Holly, who looked a little stricken. Jo suddenly felt a little sorry for Holly, even though she'd started this whole thing. "Oh yeah, I did tell her to 'Fuck off.' Twice. And definitely I meant that. I tried to get her thrown out of the restaurant." She saw relief cross Holly's face. Koko looked placated. "Okay. So let's see if the response was appropriate;” Koko scanned the scroll. "Maybe a little over the top, but not too much. No permanent damage or anything. Not like that sheep incident in Scotland." Holly suppressed a snicker and Koko glared at her. "It wasn't funny, you know. A whole country gets a bad reputation because some drunk highlander pinched your ass without your permission." She looked over at JoAnne. "Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes. I think I have. I'll sure as hell remember this, for the rest of my life." "Okay then, we can go ahead and turn it off." JoAnne thought fleetingly of Mouse and Lillian. "Wait, doesn't it end at midnight tonight anyway? Until Midnight of Christmas Eve and all that?" Koko looked a little confused. "Well, yes, but it isn't necessary to continue; you're clearly contrite;” "No, it's okay, I don't want to put you guys through any trouble or anything. I've made it so far, I'll make it through the day." Koko shrugged, but JoAnne thought Holly looked a bit smug as the two of them disappeared with that bizarre reverse popping sound. Alone. Unfortunately for JoAnne, Lily had called to say she would be out; her car had broken down. Just as bad, when JoAnne made up an excuse to call down to Tech Support to "ask Mouse a question about this video upgrade," she'd been told that Mouse had called out to go help someone whose car had broken down. Obviously Lily. JoAnne reflected that the two of them seemed to be a little more than just a couple friends who slept together once in a while. In a way, she wished Lily had called her for help instead of Mouse. She lasted only half the day in the nearly deserted office. Everyone had taken Christmas Eve off, and she could have sprinted through the building, naked; and not run into anyone. By noon, only she and the old man at the security desk, were left. Grumbling, she walked out of the building, and started home. Nobody to care for, nobody to visit. As she walked past a still-open jewelry store, she noticed charm necklaces proudly displayed. Not very expensive things; just little gold charms. But one design was a little cartoon mouse; and one of the others was a lily. After a flash of inspiration, she walked down the street to a metro delivery service, filled out the forms, and paid a ridiculous fee to have the necklaces delivered by tonight. With a self-satisfied smile, she sent the mouse necklace to Lily and the lily necklace to Mouse, along with a note that she hoped they had a wonderful Christmas. At 6pm, tired of waiting for the ‘shoe to drop’, and more than a little disappointed, JoAnne took a relaxing shower. Afterward she dried and wore her very expensive white plush bathrobe. She pulled a bottle of chilled white wine out of her walk-in wine cellar, and put it on the counter. Her earlier joy at finding the right gifts for Lily and Mouse, was fast-fading, and in the back of her mind, she was seriously considering drinking enough wine to pass out, for the first time since college. That is, until she heard a knock on her Penthouse apartment door. That in itself should have been impossible; nobody entered the building without being rung up in the first place. She walked over and looked out the peephole. The bike messenger. She smiled to herself, feeling a surge of lust. "Holly, you clever, sneaky little bitch." She untied and tossed her robe over on the easy chair, and threw the door open with a smile. "Just what I was waiting for! Come on in." Three faces stared at her in shock. Well, two were in shock; the third was starting a knowing grin. She looked from face to face to face, stunned. The Bike Messenger. An identical Bike Messenger. And yet another twin Bike Messenger. "Triplets? Identical Triplets." The grinning one stepped in, pulling the other two with him. "I'm Derrick, this is Devlin and that is Darwin. We operate Triple D Messenger Service." The one he'd called Devlin, stared at her for a second, then blinked and shook his head. "You dropped off a couple packages to be delivered and the addresses got smeared." He held up the packages for Lily and Mouse. "Since we had deliveries in this building we figured we'd drop by and get;” his voice trailed off as Joann reached over and grabbed his shirtfront and Darwin's arm, and began dragging them towards the living room. "I really hope you three don't have anywhere to be for the next couple of hours." She felt Derrick's hands slide up her bare body, to cup her tits, and Darwin started kissing her deeply. An hour later, moaning her way through yet another shivering orgasm, she noticed movement in the doorway. Lily and Mouse, both in long winter coats watched; open-mouthed from the doorway. Each one was clutching a wine box with a bow on it. She pulled her mouth off the head of the cock she'd been happily sucking on. Darwin, or was it Derrick; looked over at them, then back down at JoAnne. "You need to get that lock looked at." "Come in and close the door." Mouse looked at her wide-eyed, then at the men stroking in and out of JoAnne. "Miss Jo, you look a little; busy, maybe we should go." "Well; I think maybe 'Miss I-Get-Wet-and-Finger-Myself-Whenever-the-Bike-Messenger-Comes-Through'; and 'Miss I-Want-to-Take-a-Bite-of-His-Ass'; should lose their clothes and give me a hand before I suffocate. This whole 'airtight' thing is fun at first, but a girl needs to be able to breathe." Lily and Mouse exchanged looks and giggled as they dropped their coats. The only thing either one was wearing was their shoes. As the men slowly let her loose, JoAnne said. "Mouse, Lily, this is Derrick, Devlin and Darwin of Triple D Messenger Service." Lily reached out and grabbed the nearest cock. "Dibs on Devlin." "Um, actually, I'm Darwin;” "Yeah, whatever. Just get that rock hard ass and phallus over here." The one nearest Mouse smiled at her. "I'm;” Mouse solemnly cut him off, grabbing his hard shaft and leading him over towards an easy chair. "Don't care. You name wasn't the important part of my recurring fantasy." JoAnne looked at the remaining brother. Whatever his name was. "Thank God! Now I can move how I want to." It was another hour before they paused. While the guys recovered, JoAnne gave the charm necklaces to Mouse and Lily and watched their smiles light up. Especially when they realized who got which necklace. Mouse reached over and pulled Jo and Lily into a hug. "You guys are the best!" Lily grabbed the wine boxes, handing one to Mouse. "We got you gifts too." Mouse opened the box with a crazy mousey leer, pulling out an enormous strap-on, while Lily did the same. Her grin wasn't as mousey, but the leer was just as crazy. They began strapping them on, and over their shoulders, JoAnne could see the guys' hard-ons returning already. "Holly Mistletoe. Holly Mistletoe. Holly Mistletoe!" Everything froze with a snap. Holly, her elf cap askew, was standing in the middle of the room. She looked around at the three buff bike messengers, who'd just been starting to get up, then at Lily and Mouse, frozen with their giant strap-ons at the ready and lust-filled eyes. "Wow. I'm impressed. Helluva party." "It's getting a little wild." "Okay, you definitely need help. Do you want me to make them go to sleep, send some home, send all of them home?" "Oh, no. Don't do that." Holly looked around. "Then what?" "I wasn't really calling for help. I just figured, that if you weren't busy you might want to; you know." "Join in?" Holly looked at her disbelievingly. JoAnne shrugged. "Sorry, I just thought you might want a little fun. But I guess being an Elf on Christmas Eve, you're probably busy." Holly looked over at the three guys and grinned. "Fuck it, the team up north can get by without me." "How are you going to get them to not freak out when you just show up, I doubt all of them believe in Christmas Magic?" "The magic of Pizza. Everybody believes in pizza." A sudden snap with that strange reverse-popping sound and everyone was in motion again. Just as they had her encircled, there was a loud knock and the door popped open. Holly, in a ridiculously tight, red and white, cleavage-baring parody of a pizza delivery costume was standing at the door, holding a two huge pizza boxes. "Pizza delivery! For Miss Jo Steadmann. Looks like a 'Crowd Pleaser Combo', One 'Double Sweet and Spicy' and one extra-large, extra-hot Triple Sausage. Lily shook her head. "You really need to get that lock looked at." Holly looked around, as if seeing everything for the first time, and her eyes widened. "Oh, triplets!" Trio Times. Jo relaxed dreamily, eyes closed, laying on her side on her bed as Mouse and Lily thrust slowly, gently, in and out of her in perfect rhythm. Their legs were tangled together. Lily, behind her, and Mouse, in front, used their hands to hold JoAnne’s upper leg up at the knee, while they both kissed and nibbled her neck. She listened to far more intense noises from the next room. Somewhere around midnight, Holly had finally dragged the three bike messengers off with a lascivious grin. JoAnne didn't have to make any effort, just enjoyed the sensations, the slow build until a last, slow wave of orgasm slid through her. As she opened her eyes, she realized that Lily and Mouse were gently kissing each other, the golden charms on their necklaces tapping together, making tiny bell-like sounds, while the two of them looked into each other's eyes as if they were in a world all their own. Walking Funny. The next morning, JoAnne slipped quietly off the bed; Lillian and Mouse were nestled together on the other side. Mouse was snoring quietly, little, squeaky contented sounds. It was clear, just from the way they were holding each other; that they had crossed from occasional Friends with Benefits, to something much more serious, and that made JoAnne smile a little. Holly was sitting lazily, in one of the easy chairs, dressed in one of JoAnne's robes. She raised a mug up. "The boys had to leave, remembered they had a Christmas family thing. That's good, 'cause I'm gonna walk funny for a few days. Damn, they had some serious stamina. Must be all that bike riding. Hey, I've got some hot chocolate for you on the counter." JoAnne raised the steaming mug off the counter. "I thought you'd be busy today." "No, Christmas Day is a pretty quiet day for me, just a couple things to do." She waved at the penthouse apartment. "Is this worth it? Your job, I mean, it obviously makes a shit-ton of money, but it seems pretty stressful." "I thought so, but honestly, over the last few days, I've had more fun than I can remember." She paused. "I could work my ass off for the rest of my life and it would never get me what Lily and Mouse have." "I saw that too, they just didn't realize it until last night. They just figured out that they're a forever couple, I could see it in their eyes last night. You saw it before they did, didn't you?" They both love men, a lot. But they’ll have to be men who don’t mind the Sapphic dimensions in the two women’s lives. JoAnne nodded. "I even kind of gave a hint to them." She told Holly about the necklaces, realizing that the whole thought that she wasn't going to get something; she'd never even thought of wanting, was depressing. JoAnne decided to change the subject. "So, do you like your job?" "It's amazing. I get to travel all over the world, all the time. And I really am the best at it." "I can tell, last night was insane, you outdid yourself." “But I want more from life than career affirmation. I want a meaningful and fun relationship with someone who appreciates who I am. This corporation will never be able to give me those things.” “Did you know that Triple D is conducting a search for a logistics administrator? Derrick is conduction interviews, starting tomorrow. They’ve been offered metro area contracts from a global overnight delivery leader, and they’ll need a very competent administrator. It sounds custom-made for one JoAnne Steadmann?” “Derrick and I had fantastic chemistry, a couple days ago, and again last night. But will Derrick and I be compatible, I mean, after the curse wears off?” Holly shook her head. "The curse ended at Midnight. Since we operate all over the world, all our stuff is set to work on Greenwich mean time, so that'd be about 6PM yesterday, here." "So what was last night?" "That was all you; and, let me tell you, you are one crazy, horny, bitch. You just needed to be unleashed." "Oh. My. God. I thought that was part of your 'spreading Christmas cheer' job." Holly leaned back grinning. "That's a blast, one of the best jobs out there; but I'm not a Jingle Girl, that's not what I do. I just did a courtesy check, on my own time. Gawd, woman! You sure know how to host a shagging party!" "Well, what do you do?" Holly put the mug down on the small table next to her and pulled a scroll out of the thin air and unrolled it, then held a quill pen out to JoAnne, arching an eyebrow. "I'm in Recruiting. If you weren’t interested in settling down with a local guy, I’d be earnestly pitching a career option with lots of travel and opportunities unbounded.” Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts.

Fluent Fiction - Catalan: Christmas Magic in Montserrat: Tradition Meets Innovation Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/ca/episode/2025-12-07-08-38-20-ca Story Transcript:Ca: A Montserrat, el primer indici que el Nadal s'apropa és l'olor de castanyes torrades barrejada amb la frescor de l'aire de tardor.En: In Montserrat, the first sign that Christmas is approaching is the smell of roasted chestnuts mixed with the freshness of the autumn air.Ca: Les muntanyes rocoses embolcallen el monestir amb una majestuositat que sembla atemporal.En: The rocky mountains envelop the monastery with a majesty that seems timeless.Ca: En aquest entorn, Martí i Laia condueixen turistes curiosos, mostrant la riquesa del lloc i les seves històries antigues.En: In this setting, Martí and Laia guide curious tourists, showing the richness of the place and its ancient stories.Ca: Martí és un apassionat.En: Martí is passionate.Ca: Sempre parla amb entusiasme de la història del monestir, de les llegendes i de les tradicions catalanes.En: He always speaks enthusiastically about the history of the monastery, the legends, and the Catalan traditions.Ca: A mesura que s'acosta el Nadal, sent una forta necessitat de compartir aquesta màgia amb els seus visitants.En: As Christmas approaches, he feels a strong need to share this magic with his visitors.Ca: —Què et sembla si incorporem alguna cosa especial per Nadal, Laia? —proposa Martí amb ulls brillants.En: "What do you think about incorporating something special for Christmas, Laia?" proposes Martí with bright eyes.Ca: Laia, que preferia mantenir-se fidel al guió de les visites, aixeca una cella.En: Laia, who preferred to stick to the script of the tours, raises an eyebrow.Ca: —Martí, la nostra feina és respectar el cronograma. No tenim temps per a floritures.En: "Martí, our job is to respect the schedule. We don't have time for embellishments."Ca: Però Martí pensa en el caga tió, en la música alegre dels villancicos que ressonen pels passadissos del monestir, i en els trossos dolços de torró que transporten records d'infància.En: But Martí thinks of the caga tió, the cheerful music of the villancicos echoing through the monastery halls, and the sweet pieces of turrón that bring back childhood memories.Ca: Amb decisió, decideix afegir aquests elements atrevitament a les visites.En: With determination, he decides to boldly add these elements to the tours.Ca: Durant una visita, Martí ofereix als turistes petits trossos de torró.En: During one tour, Martí offers the tourists small pieces of turrón.Ca: Els seus ulls s'il·luminen amb eufòria, i es fa un silenci positiu mentre assaboreixen aquesta delícia catalana.En: Their eyes light up with euphoria, and a positive silence falls as they savor this Catalan delight.Ca: —Què és això? —pregunta un visitant amb interès genuí.En: "What is this?" a visitor asks with genuine interest.Ca: —És torró. Una tradició dolça de Nadal a Catalunya —explica Martí, sense poder contenir el seu somriure.En: "It's turrón. A sweet Christmas tradition in Catalonia," explains Martí, unable to contain his smile.Ca: La visita continua, i tornant a través de les sales, la llum dels pessebres fa que els turistes s'aturin a admirar-los amb oohs i aahs d'admiració.En: The visit continues, and as they return through the halls, the light from the pessebres makes the tourists stop to admire them with oohs and aahs of admiration.Ca: Quan el tour acaba, les seves cares mostren emoció i gratitud.En: When the tour ends, their faces show excitement and gratitude.Ca: —Ha estat increïble! Gràcies per fer-ho especial! —diu una dona del grup.En: "That was incredible! Thank you for making it special!" says a woman from the group.Ca: En escoltar aquestes paraules, Laia, que ha observat discretament, accepta que Martí tenia raó.En: Hearing these words, Laia, who has been observing discreetly, acknowledges that Martí was right.Ca: La seva creativitat havia aportat un valor inesperat i apreciat.En: His creativity had brought unexpected and appreciated value.Ca: —Bé, potser una mica de màgia nadalenca no fa mal a ningú —admet Laia, somrient finalment.En: "Well, maybe a little Christmas magic doesn't hurt anyone," admits Laia, finally smiling.Ca: La parella d'amics decideix incorporar permanentment aquests tocs nadalencs a les visites durant les festes.En: The pair of friends decides to permanently incorporate these Christmas touches into the tours during the holidays.Ca: Martí, ara més segur de les seves idees, somia amb altres formes de fer brillar la cultura mentre Laia aprèn a valorar el poder dels detalls que fan somriure a la gent.En: Martí, now more confident in his ideas, dreams of other ways to make the culture shine, while Laia learns to appreciate the power of details that make people smile.Ca: I així, amb el monestir vestit de festes, Martí i Laia descobreixen el perfecte equilibri entre tradició i innovació, creant records que perduren en els cors dels seus visitants molt després que hagin marxat de Montserrat.En: And so, with the monastery dressed for the holidays, Martí and Laia discover the perfect balance between tradition and innovation, creating memories that linger in the hearts of their visitors long after they have left Montserrat. Vocabulary Words:the monastery: el monestirthe chestnuts: les castanyesthe freshness: la frescorthe tourists: els turistesthe richness: la riquesathe legends: les llegendesthe schedule: el cronogramathe embellishments: les florituresthe halls: els passadissosthe determination: la decisióthe laughter: la riallathe euphoria: l'eufòriathe delight: la delíciathe tradition: la tradicióthe admiration: l'admiracióthe gratitude: la gratitudthe creativity: la creativitatthe magic: la màgiathe power: el poderthe details: els detallsthe balance: l'equilibrithe innovation: la innovacióthe memories: els recordsthe childhood: la infànciathe need: la necessitatto incorporate: incorporarto envelop: embolcallarto appreciate: valorarto acknowledge: acceptarto contain: contenir

JoAnne’s Christmas Curse: Part 1 The Merry Misadventures of the Christmas Cursed. Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Curse. JoAnne forced her way brusquely through the dense crowd toward the Thai place on the corner. Lord, she hated holiday shopping; screaming brats, the jarring sounds of ringing bells, the constant fucking "gimme, gimme, gimme" of the damn "charity" workers. As if they weren't really there to guilt you into forking over the goddamn money. And all these fucking people just kept on bumping against her, wrinkling her $2000 black skirt and jacket power suit. Didn't they have somewhere to be, didn't people work anymore? Just as she broke free of the crowd, she half-ran-into and half-plowed-over a diminutive blonde girl in some kind of Christmas outfit, sending packages skittering across the frozen ground and knocking the mini-skirted kid on her ass. Great, what the fuck was a kid doing out in the middle of the day anyway; JoAnne stopped. From the size of her boobs, this was no kid; a midget? Crap, they used something else now, like small person or some shit. The blonde glared at her through her skewed hair while she straightened her tilted elf hat for a second, then caught herself and smiled, although, honestly, it looked a little more like she was gritting her teeth. "Merry Christmas, huh?" JoAnne rolled her eyes and started to walk on. "Hey! Aren't you going to help me get all this shit picked up?" JoAnne looked over her shoulder at the flustered little blonde. "Fuck off, I'm busy" and pushed her way into the Restaurant. Finding her way to her usual seat, as she brushed her short, platinum blonde hair back, she sat and pointed at the waitress who immediately ran to the kitchen to get her order started and get her a damn drink. JoAnne pulled out her blackberry and started to pull up her emails; about 10 seconds later her system froze. Shit. The chair across from her pulled out. Without looking up, JoAnne growled. "I don't need any company, and I need space to work. Fuck off." Even with her cold demeanor, her pale skin, white blonde hair and blue eyes drew more attention than she'd ever wanted. Nothing happened. When she looked up, the tiny honey blonde from outside was leaning back in the chair, staring at her with her arms crossed under her outsized boobs. She looked a like a distinctly adult-oriented version of an elf; long blonde hair, pointy ears, a micro-miniskirt and a huge rack that barely stayed in her costume. Despite the rosy cheeks and turned up nose, though, the twinkle in her eyes looked extremely icy. JoAnne sighed. Oh well, if the little bitch wanted to be a problem, she'd have her thrown out. She started to look around for a waiter, then realized nobody was moving. Nobody at all. Inside or in the vast crowd outside. No sound. Everything was frozen. She looked back at the girl, who slowly arched her left eyebrow in an overly dramatic fashion. "Look Sister, I'd tell you not to do anything stupid, but that would be wasted effort. You can't do anything, you're stuck in that chair until I say otherwise. Elf. Christmas. Magic. Bitch." JoAnne started to protest, but her mouth simply froze as the Elf raised her hand. "Don't bother. This isn't a dream. You didn't fall and hit your head. You haven't even had a drink today yet. And it sure as fuck-all wasn't that nasty bran concoction you had for breakfast. On your salary you eat sawdust for breakfast? Fuck, eat a good breakfast and spend five more minutes on the damn elliptical." She waved her hand and JoAnne found she could speak again. "Look if you want an apology;” The Elf cut her off again "It wouldn't be sincere and you wouldn't learn a god damn thing. Don't bullshit me, Baby, I'm a whole lot older than I look. Besides, I have your file." She leaned back, reached two fingers into her ample cleavage and pulled out an ornate, gilt edged scroll, untied it and began to read over it: "Let's see; JoAnne Steadmann, age 32. No personal relationships. Wow, that sucks. You seem to have a severe case of Greed, brought on by a Self-Centered Nature and a Lack of Human Empathy, which seems to have developed around puberty;” Her voice trailed off as she read more. Then: "Damn!? You're Frigid? No Orgasms? No wonder you're a grade-A Bitch! Hell, I wouldn't wish that on anyone! Got your cherry popped in High School, but didn't enjoy it at all. And you didn't even experiment at Wellesley? Damn that's like the lickety-slit capitol of the world. You missed out on a whole lot of the sweet stuff there, Baby." JoAnne just glared at her. Whatever the hell this was about, the little blonde bitch had no right digging into her personal life. "On the bright side you're not entirely freaked out by this, and that's rarer than you think. Too many people have lost belief in Christmas magic; they can lose it completely when shit like this happens. You're pretty enough in platinum-blonde-career bitch sort of way. And, according to Records Division, you never developed any real sex aversions, so that's good;” Shaking her head, the Elf hastily re-rolled the scroll, tucked it back between her oversized boobs, then leaned forward looking intently into JoAnne's eyes. "I can fix this; but I have to follow the rules. I'm not allowed to just go around helping humanity; free will and all that shit. But I can inflict a Christmas lesson on you because you denied the True Meaning of Christmas. You were rude. To an Elf. Within the Fortnight of Christmas." JoAnne leaned back in shock. "Is this going to be one of those ghosts things? I;” The Elf shook her head "Ghosts wouldn't help you at all." She paused. "God, I love that one, it's a classic but it won't work here. I am giving you the gift of Lust. I am removing most of your inhibitions; the sexual ones anyway and 'cursing' you so that at least once a day until Midnight on Christmas Eve, you're going to find yourself in a situation that ends up in sex of some kind or other. Nothing dangerous, nothing that will destroy your life. You may end up feeling a little used and a bit humiliated, but you'll like it. Besides, a little humility would do you a lot of good, Sunshine." JoAnne felt her anger flare "Nobody uses;” And just as quickly found herself muted as the Elf stood up. "Alright, let's get this show on the road, I've got some fucking Joy to spread by the end of the day. Gimme the panties, you won't be needing them." JoAnne tried to resist, but found herself standing, reaching under her skirt and pulling off her black silk underwear and handing them over. She watched in disgust as the little Elf held them up to her nose and breathed in deeply. The Elf shook her head sadly and looked at JoAnne. "Nothing. Just Fabric softener and soap. You really are Frigid. I'm fixing that right now." She stepped over to JoAnne and reached up under her skirt. JoAnne felt the Elf's very warm hand cup her crotch. The Elf looked her in the eye "Damn. Closed up tighter than a bank vault." She rubbed her palm back and forth for a second. "Ah, there it is!" JoAnne's knees nearly gave out and she almost fell to the ground as she felt something hot surge through her whole body, but the Elf steadied her and guided her back into her seat. As Joanne watched, the Elf licked her fingertips delicately. "Much better." "That was your First Orgasm. It's been sort of stuck in the gate for a damn long time. It was a little weak from the time attenuation, so the next time it will feel better." JoAnne stiffened. "Buh, better?" "More powerful, longer." JoAnne couldn't even imagine that. The Elf continued on without really noticing JoAnne's reaction. "Here's the deal, you get a little something every day, each day gets a little more extreme and a little more intense. I've used this one a lot; it was practically standard in Vicki's day; Queen Victoria. It will be a real experience, but you can handle it. Still, if it gets to be too much, call my name three times; its 'Holly Mistletoe" and I'll pop in to help. If you really need it." Suddenly, with a sound like a balloon popping in reverse, Holly was gone and everything was in motion. The waitress rushed up with her drink; which she drank in one gulp, and her food arrived almost immediately. She managed to catch her breath and tried to act normal, although she just didn't have it in her to bitch at the waitress for being too slow like she usually did. She even caught herself leaving a much larger tip than usual. She must be shaken up. The Tattoo. JoAnne slipped into her desk; the walk back had been weird. She'd been so damn conscious of not wearing any underwear, and she normally never thought about; that. And she felt almost feverishly warm, with everybody bumping into her. She kept wondering if they somehow knew she was panty-less. Worse yet, she guiltily realized she kind of liked the idea. She had practically run by her new red-headed secretary and locked herself in the office. She started to buzz the secretary. With a start she realized she couldn't remember her secretary's name. She had just gotten rid of Samantha, the brunette; JoAnne never kept a secretary very long. She was concerned about secretaries learning too much about her; shuffling them back into the secretarial pool after 6 weeks or two big deals. What was the name of the name of the new one; thin, red hair, pixie cut, pointy nose; Lori? No. Lisa? No. Lil; Lillian. That was it. She punched the intercom on her phone. "Lillian, could you bring me a glass of water please?" A somewhat puzzled, "Yes, Ma'am," came back. Which made sense, after all, JoAnne never asked for anything, she ordered things, and she never, ever said please. Lillian quietly and efficiently brought her the water, then stepped out. As she left JoAnne watched her ass sway under her cream colored skirt. It was awfully perky and cute. JoAnne squeaked. She never, ever thought about things like that. She felt warmth growing between her thighs, more and more intense, like an itch that needed a scratch, but much, much more; personal. She shifted and tried to concentrate on work, but the only emails she had were autoreplies informing her that the recipients would be back after Christmas break. A curious tingling was growing just above her privates. She frantically pulled her skirt up and looked down. All her pubic hair was gone, except for a neatly trimmed patch just above her cunt in the shape of a holly leaf. Even more of a shock, just to the left of it was a tiny incredibly intricate tattoo of a mistletoe ball on crossed candy canes. She could just make out the words "Christmas Magic. Bitch." woven into the mistletoe. Shit. Shit. Shit. How the hell do you explain that to your gynecologist? Maybe it was one of those stick on tattoos, she could just rub it. The second she started rubbing, she knew she'd made a mistake. The feeling shot over her like arcs of electricity; she felt her lips go numb, her legs began to shake and her nipples grew achingly hard; she could make out the tips through the fabric of her blouse. She wanted to stop, she really did, but she couldn't; her fingers were playing with her lips and clit almost instantly. Without stopping, she managed to pull her skirt up around her waist and pull open her jacket and shirt. She couldn't get the fucking bra off, but while she massaged her clit she reached inside the bra and began to pinch and tweak her rock hard nipples. She was so wet that her fingers slipped inside without her even realizing it. First one, then a second. She felt her orgasm hit like a train, then a second, then a third, leaving her gasping, barely able to move in her slowly rotating chair. After a few minutes she rearranged herself into some semblance of order, although her shirt and her jacket were each missing a button. No surprise there. Still, she felt better than could ever remember feeling; relaxed, warm and comfortable. She managed to make it through the next few hours, before she decided to leave. Lillian was watching her curiously; not too surprising since she never left before 5:00. JoAnne heard herself say, "Go ahead and take a couple hours, you probably have some Christmas shopping to do or something." That got a warm smile and a "Thank you". The rest of the evening was normal, although she did finger herself; just a little; in the shower. The Package. The next morning, as JoAnne dressed for work, a number of things became obvious. First off, most of her clothing was missing; not one bra or panty was in the condominium. Even the bra she'd had on yesterday had disappeared from the hamper. There was a card sitting on the kitchen island; from Holly; advising her that she would "get those Manhattan Career Bitch costumes back later" if she still wanted them. All her severe black suits were gone as well; they were replaced with very expensive looking red silk suits of a similar type with slightly shorter skirts and sheer white silk blouses with decidedly more "decisive" necklines. Her shoes had changed too; color and about an inch more heel, although they proved surprisingly comfortable. The morning passed fairly productively; with only a couple of odd glances from Lillian. To be on the safe side, she decided to order lunch in the office, but it was almost two in the afternoon before anything happened. Lillian buzzed: "Miss, there's a bike messenger with a package; he says I can't sign for it." "Send him in." A tall, muscular, dark haired guy with a small, brightly colored box walked in. "Sorry, instructions were explicit, you'll have to sign for it." JoAnne sighed and reached for the box; as soon as she touched it, one end popped open and something fell out onto the desk. A vibrator. An enormous, brightly colored vibrator. And of course it hit right on the on/off button. She and the messenger watched it buzz around in a circle on her desktop for a long second before she grabbed it and fumbled it off. "I, uh, this friend;” "No problem. Short blonde woman; she looked like a joker, all dressed up like an elf. Had a hell of a smirk. I figured it was some kind of practical joke." JoAnne watched his firm ass as he left. Lillian followed her gaze as he walked out. "Just want to bite that and hang on." Instead of admonishing her to be more professional, JoAnne found herself nodding and smiling like an idiot. She suddenly caught herself, then hastily shut the door and retreated to her office. The vibrator stared at her from the center of her desk. It was red and white striped, of course. About 8 inches long, had little gumdrop-like rubber nobs all over it and a bullet like tip of gold metal. She decided to stick it in a desk drawer. Another mistake. As soon as she picked it up, the tingling between her thighs began again, and she couldn't physically put the vibrator down. She reached with her empty hand and clicked the intercom on the phone. "Lillian. Hold my calls." "Yes, Miss." There was something in Lillian's voice, but JoAnne realized she didn't have time to deal with it; the tingling was so intense it was almost painful; and she felt like she was suffocating in her suit; it seemed like her clothes were lined with lead weights. She fumbled her skirt off and opened her blouse and shirt, exposing her tits to the cool office air. Her nipples were standing out like fucking spikes and she could feel wetness between her thighs. Good Lord. Her pussy was absolutely dripping. JoAnne clicked on the vibrator and began to run the tip over her excited nipples. She moaned loudly; it was a damn good thing the office was soundproof. Fuck, that felt amazing. She licked her fingers and got her nipples really wet so they stiffened even more with the cold and the vibrator. Damn, how long could they get? Her breath was coming in short pants as she slumped in the chair, and hooked each leg over a chair arm, spreading herself wide open. "Fah-Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Pinching her nipples with her free hand she ran the vibrator all over her inner thighs, eliciting more hot juice from an already wide open and steaming pussy. When she couldn't wait any longer, she began to run the tip of the vibrator over her pussy lips; she planned to do it for a while, but when the tip hit her swollen clit, she spilled over into orgasm, screaming as quietly as she could. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!" As the spasms died away she meant to put the vibrator down and get dressed but her hands seemed to have minds of their own, her free hand spread her pussy lips wide open while she danced the vibrator in and out, just an inch or so; then she plunged it into the gaping hole, screaming loudly as the orgasms exploded through her. Even then, as she pulled the wet shaft out of herself, her hand seemed to slip and the tip slipped down below her cunt, resting against her asshole. The vibrations felt good. Surprisingly good; almost; she felt another orgasm building. This time she did it; she began to frantically rub her clit with her free hand while she gently pushed the tip of the vibrator into her ass. By the time this orgasm settled, she realized had three fingers up her twat and had shoved the vibrator into her ass almost four inches. Still though, she felt in command enough to stop. She switched off the vibrator and shakily dressed herself, thanking God for soundproofing. After she caught her breath, she dropped the vibrator into her purse and clicked the intercom. "Lillian, you, uh, can resume forwarding my calls." "Yes, Miss." Very definitely a smile in her voice. Fuck her, all she could do would be to spread rumors, and if she did she would be back in the secretarial pool without the executive bonus pay. The rest of the day passed quietly and she decided that on her way out she would feel out if Lillian was going to say anything. As she stepped out the door she watched the cute redhead suppress a wicked little smile. "Lillian, I thought it would be a good idea;” Lillian intercepted the thought "...to remind me that secretaries do not discuss their bosses activities with anyone at all. It's in the confidentiality agreement we sign when we get sent up from the pool." At first JoAnne was appalled that Lillian would cut in like that, but she decided to try to be nice; a very different tack for her. "Umm, yeah. I just didn't want any rumors to, you know, start." Lillian smiled mischievously. "I won't say anything to anyone, but maybe next time you might want to completely shut your blinds. And maybe turn off the intercom. Luckily, I was on headset. I don't mind sharing, yesterday sounded great. Today sounded exquisite and looked even better; but if you want privacy;” JoAnne stared at the communication window to the office; it was open nearly a foot. She was sure it had been closed yesterday; and she was the only one with a remote for it. Even the intercom could only be turned on from inside the office. She must have left it on when she; she began to turn bright red, then raced from the office. The Glass Elevator. The next day was Saturday, her only real day off this week; Sunday was a teleconference with Japan from the office, so she had to go in. She stayed burrowed into her bed almost until noon; she just couldn't figure out what to do about the office. If she stayed in her apartment, she might end up masturbating, but at least she would be doing it without an audience. Just the thought of Lillian listening to her and watching her made her feel; uncomfortable, but somehow it didn't feel as bad as it should have, which worried her even more. She finally had to get out of bed to pee; and of course, her pajamas had disappeared overnight. She went to put on a robe at least, but the only thing in the apartment was a red skirt and white shirt combo that looked like they might be made of tissue paper, and a dark red overcoat, a bit too warm for the apartment, but suitable for the snow outside. And of course, red fuck-me shoes. After a moment of irritation she pulled on the skirt and shirt; she might as well have been walking around topless for all the shirt covered her tits, and the skirt was about one centimeter below her ass cheeks. She went over to the refrigerator; not one stick of food. Damn. Her phone battery was dead; she'd apparently forgotten to plug it in. By the time she lifted the receiver on her house phone, she wasn't surprised to find the line dead. She sat down in her easy chair and turned on the TV. She would just wait it out; the phone line would be back soon. Four hours later, with her stomach complaining, and only cooking shows on, she gave up. If she just zipped downstairs, she could grab some food at one of the trendy-take out joints and be back up in fifteen minutes. She looked in the mirror. A class A slut stared back at her; nipples obvious through the shirt, skirt so short it should be illegal. Looked kind of yummy in a way though. She grabbed the bulky wool overcoat and buttoned it completely. Key card. Wallet. She headed out. The internal elevators were out, so she took the glass elevator on the outside of the building; she could see the whole city; the crowds of people looking up at the elevator as it came down. It didn't take long to get her Cuban sandwich and head back. Which was good, the coat was a little warm, even with snowy weather. As she neared the elevator, she heard a familiar voice. "Trying to hide, today?" JoAnne whirled. Holly was perched on a concrete stanchion toying with an oversize Santa hat. JoAnne started to speak, but a wave of Holly's hand cut her off mute. "Take the hat, you'll need it." JoAnne grabbed the hat; and with the same odd reverse pop, Holly simply vanished. JoAnne sprinted for the elevator; this couldn't be good. Get home. Get home. Get; The now familiar tingling almost overwhelmed her, as the elevator door closed. JoAnne jammed the oversize hat on her head and slipped a hand inside the overcoat to push the skirt up and found; nothing. No skirt, no shirt; her clothes had evaporated. She couldn't stop to fight it; she began fingering herself furiously, three fingers slipping into her hole almost instantly. As the elevator crept up, she realized her coat was evaporating like smoke. She felt tears form as the elevator ground to a halt just three floors up; she was fully visible to the crowd. A crazy naked woman, masturbating in an elevator, wearing nothing but a hat! A hat, she was relieved to note, that obscured her hair and face completely. People were stopping to stare; to her horror, she realized she liked it; hell, she loved it! A middle-aged man pulled out a cell phone and snapped her picture as she managed to fit a fourth finger up her gaping pussy. Hot cunt juice flowed over JoAnne’s hand; she began to cum, over, and over; thinking about all those people watching her. At some point, the elevator began to move upward; just in time as an old lady dragged the building's doorman around to see. Snow thickened around the building, obscuring the ascending elevator. It stopped a floor below hers and refused to move further. She grabbed her purse and food and crept up the stairs; the security camera lights were dark; probably thanks to Holly. JoAnne managed to slip into her apartment, although she had had to hide in the stairwell while three people walked by. Once in her apartment, she collapsed on the bed, just in time to hear her email ping on the computer. She almost ignored it, but the timing. The email was from NaughtyList@northpole.org; and it was a video entitled; "Mystery woman puts on Christmas show." With a sinking heart, she opened the file and watched herself masturbating in front of hundreds of men and women, wearing just a Santa hat. According to the file, nearly 500,000 people had watched the video. Half a million people watching her? This time, she was pretty sure it wasn't Elf magic, but either way, she spent the next hour with her new vibrator buried in her pussy, pumping it like a jack hammer. She wasn't sure how many orgasms she had; one helluva lot. She managed to eat her food, then sank into a deep sleep. Video Tele Conference. Sunday morning, JoAnne woke late, and ended up rushing to the office; the red outfits were miraculously back, although she noticed the skirts were shorter. She decided on a businesslike demeanor. Ignore everything with Lillian. Blame it on medication; if she had to. By the time she arrived, a harassed-looking Lillian was already there, clicking cables into position. "Thank god you're here. The main video teleconference is down, so I'd setting up your desk so you can have both slides and video feed. The partners have called three times already. We are good on this end, but Japan is having problems with dual video. They will be able to hear you, but only see the slides and the video, not you. The partners will be listening in on the phone." JoAnne slipped into her chair, just in time to hear the chime of the video teleconference, coming on line. "Mister Nakamura;” her foot kicked a cable and the video feed went dark. She signaled to Lillian while she continued her spiel. Lillian looked under the desk, grabbed some tape and crawled under. After a few mumbled curses from Lillian, the video feed from Japan came back on. JoAnne started to push her chair back, to let Lillian out, but the video flickered again and she felt Lillian pull her back. A few seconds later, Lillian pushed a note into her hand. "Your chair hooked on cables, if you push back, lose whole Video Tele Conference." JoAnne finished her spiel, then turned on the 40 minute auto presentation, and muted her own audio. "Okay, it's on autopilot. And mute." Lillian pushed her head up on JoAnne's thigh and eyed the control critically "Good, it really is on mute. You haven't had a good track record with mute lately, just wanted to check. The chair clipped a wire, I will replace it tomorrow; but don't try to push back right now, or the Video Conference will go down for good, I wouldn't be able to reroute without a whole new set of cables. You seem stressed." JoAnne sighed. "You have no idea." "I can fix that." JoAnne started to respond, but Lillian's meaning became clear as she spread JoAnne's knees apart and began to settle in between them. JoAnne tried to resist, but her thighs seemed to drift even further apart on their own, and she even lifted as Lillian unzipped her skirt and slid it off. JoAnne stopped even trying to resist, just leaning back and letting Lillian's quick and talented tongue slide her up one orgasm after another. Lillian had slid her own clothes off and was fingering herself as she ate JoAnne. Lillian seemed to orgasm in time with her. After a few minutes, JoAnne heard Lillian's fingers pumping in and out of her hot wet tunnel. All too soon, the auto-play pinged and JoAnne had to return to her speech, although Lillian continued tonguing her gently throughout. The response to the presentation was more than good; the order from Japan was at least three times larger than she had anticipated in her best case scenario, so it was no surprise when the partners called her, and told her to come on down to the office. After one more good cum, she untangled herself from the desk, the chair, and Lillian. "Look, I have to go down there;” Lillian smiled cheerfully, but with a wicked edge "It's okay; I have to go to a family thing anyway. At least now it will be easier to put up with. By the way, I love your ‘lawn and landscaping’; and that is the cutest little tattoo; I never heard you like Christmas that much." She gave JoAnne a warm kiss; which tasted of candy canes. As JoAnne Walked out, she could hear Lillian putting things up; and whistling a cheery Christmas tune. The meeting with the partners went particularly well; and Robert, the older brother; commented that he had never seen her more relaxed and in control. That night she fell asleep, wondering what it would be like to return the favor to Lillian; while she used her now-indispensable vibrator on herself. Hard Dictation. The next morning, in the shower, JoAnne realized her little tuft of designer pubic hair hadn't grown out at all; in fact, it looked kind of, well, glittery, like gold glitter along the edges of the naughty holly leaf. All the red clothes were still there, although the skirts seemed even shorter, and there were little emerald holly pins on each lapel. As she picked up her purse, she found a small scroll on top. In shining gilt letters it said: "Sometimes it is better to give, than receive. Be sure to give a Lil' something." JoAnne actually smiled at the blunt hint, as if she hadn't been thinking about Lillian already. She was waking up hornier every damn morning. Still though, the office was mayhem; frantic arrangements to make sure the Japan orders were completed on time, after action reports and a hasty lunch meeting with the partners combined to keep her from even talking to Lillian for more than a second or two, and that about work. Just as she sat down at her desk from the lunch meeting, the intercom buzzed. "Messenger service again, Miss." "Send him in." The same bike messenger walked in, carrying another Holiday package. Even though she knew the package would pop open, she didn't bother to try to stop it. She had a suspicion that if she tried to stop the Elf curse, it would up the ante. He held the box over the desk, and suddenly the bottom flaps dropped open, of their own doing. This time, the packages contents hit the desk with a thud, and didn't move. Some kind of black leather belt contraption, attached to a huge candy-cane striped dildo. She rolled her eyes "My friend is a little;” "Smart ass? Yeah, the little blonde chick, in some kind of Christmas elf get up; kept giggling to herself." "Just like last time" JoAnne presumed. "I'll take your word on that." As he left, JoAnne watched his muscular ass, and puzzled over his words. He'd been there, how often? To vibrators falling out of packages, anyway? After he left, she grinned wickedly; give a Lil' something? She had just the thing. She tucked it into her top drawer. Then cleared the top of her desk off completely. "Lillian? I need you to come in; and take dictation for me." "Yes, Miss Steadmann." Lillian entered. "Your schedule is cleared until tomorrow morning, Miss JoAnne. Both your afternoon appointments just called in and cancelled." JoAnne glanced at the closed office door. Locked, and the blinds were fully closed. She stood up and looked out the office window into the flurries. "Lillian, we need to talk about a performance reward." "Actually, I'm maxed out this year; I was on the CBN team earlier this year. I can't get any more cash awards until next year. JoAnne turned around and backed Lillian up against the desk. "That isn't exactly what I had in mind." Pinning Lillian against the desk, Joanne kissed her hungrily, forcing her tongue into Lillian's mouth. She had Lillian's skirt unzipped and dropped to the floor and her blouse and bra off in seconds. She gently pressed Lillian back until the blonde girl was lying back on the desk, clad in only a mint green thong. JoAnne slid the thong down Lillian's long legs, eyeing Lillian's obviously wet cunt, with its little topping of strawberry blonde hair. Without thinking, she brought the panties to her face and breathed in deeply. They were filled with a musky, heady scent that made her mouth water. She looked right into Lillian's eyes and said, "Aren't you just a horny little thing!" Lillian let her legs fall open. "You have no idea;” "I can fix that." She dropped the thong onto the skirt and slid in between Lillian's creamy thighs, dropping her own skirt and jacket as she did so. She didn't hesitate at all; her mouth closed over Lillian's swollen pink pussy and she began to tongue and suck with abandon. She must have been doing something right, because Lillian's sighs turned to moans; then outright screams of ecstasy. JoAnne also fingered herself to orgasm, and only after Lillian had practically passed out, did she let up. Lillian breathed heavily, "God, that was fucking fantastic!" JoAnne reached into her drawer, and pulled out the strap-on dildo; and slipped the straps on while Lillian watched wide-eyed. "Your reward isn't over; yet." Despite the very thick size of the rubber red and white, spiral–striped cock, Lillian was so wet, it slipped into her easily. JoAnne began to thrust slowly in and out. "You like that?" Lillian breathed in deeply, then brought her legs up around JoAnne’s ass, "Yes. But; you can do it harder if you want." JoAnne thrust deeper and faster. Lillian hissed and grabbed JoAnne's tits, in a tight grip. "God, yes. Harder; please; harder" JoAnne began to really pump hard, Lillian seemed to have no problem taking in the big fake cock. "Fuck. Yeah. Give it to me. Harder. Harder. Harder!" JoAnne began to slam it into her as hard as she could. Lillian began to make a weird keening sound. "Don't fucking stop. Oh fuck. Don't stop. Please don't stop!" Just as JoAnne was sure her legs were going to give out, Lillian's eyes shot open, and she arched her back and screamed incredibly loud. JoAnne felt a huge gush of hot pussy juice squirt around the dildo and drench her. Lillian collapsed so suddenly she slid off the giant dildo. "Holy. Shit." As JoAnne slid the strap-on off, Lillian rolled over onto her stomach obviously trying to marshal the strength to get up. JoAnne eyed her perky ass; particularly the little pink asshole. She was almost ready to reach for the strap-on when the phone rang. Lillian grabbed the phone without getting up. "JoAnne Steadmann's office. Lillian speaking. Uh huh, yes;” As Lillian talked on the phone, JoAnne reached down and parted her ass cheeks. She knew she shouldn't but she just couldn't resist bending over and tonguing the little pink rosebud. Lillian squirmed, but didn't try to get away; in fact she brought her knees up a little to help JoAnne. After she had the little pink asshole dripping with saliva, she continued tonguing while gently inserted her forefinger and began to pump it gently in and out. Lillian was slowly thrusting her ass back on the finger and into her face while talking on the phone. But as soon as she finished the phone call, she came up on all fours and began fucking her ass back against JoAnne's face and finger, grinding until she came. This time when they broke apart, she slid to the other side of the desk, eyeing JoAnne warily, but with a wide smile. "Okay, you're just plain kinky. And something about you just turns my inner slut on full power. Still, we have to stop; you have a meeting in 30 minutes. You'd better wash your face and get dressed." Scowling and smiling at the same time, JoAnne struggled into her clothes as did Lillian. Still, Lillian was absolutely glowing, and walking a little slowly, which made JoAnne smile. The meeting lasted until well after business closing, so Lillian was gone when she went back to get her purse and coat. But the mint green thong was carefully arranged in the middle of JoAnne's desk; with a candy cane sitting on it. To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts, for Literotica.

JoAnne’s Christmas Curse: Part 1 The Merry Misadventures of the Christmas Cursed. Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Curse. JoAnne forced her way brusquely through the dense crowd toward the Thai place on the corner. Lord, she hated holiday shopping; screaming brats, the jarring sounds of ringing bells, the constant fucking "gimme, gimme, gimme" of the damn "charity" workers. As if they weren't really there to guilt you into forking over the goddamn money. And all these fucking people just kept on bumping against her, wrinkling her $2000 black skirt and jacket power suit. Didn't they have somewhere to be, didn't people work anymore? Just as she broke free of the crowd, she half-ran-into and half-plowed-over a diminutive blonde girl in some kind of Christmas outfit, sending packages skittering across the frozen ground and knocking the mini-skirted kid on her ass. Great, what the fuck was a kid doing out in the middle of the day anyway; JoAnne stopped. From the size of her boobs, this was no kid; a midget? Crap, they used something else now, like small person or some shit. The blonde glared at her through her skewed hair while she straightened her tilted elf hat for a second, then caught herself and smiled, although, honestly, it looked a little more like she was gritting her teeth. "Merry Christmas, huh?" JoAnne rolled her eyes and started to walk on. "Hey! Aren't you going to help me get all this shit picked up?" JoAnne looked over her shoulder at the flustered little blonde. "Fuck off, I'm busy" and pushed her way into the Restaurant. Finding her way to her usual seat, as she brushed her short, platinum blonde hair back, she sat and pointed at the waitress who immediately ran to the kitchen to get her order started and get her a damn drink. JoAnne pulled out her blackberry and started to pull up her emails; about 10 seconds later her system froze. Shit. The chair across from her pulled out. Without looking up, JoAnne growled. "I don't need any company, and I need space to work. Fuck off." Even with her cold demeanor, her pale skin, white blonde hair and blue eyes drew more attention than she'd ever wanted. Nothing happened. When she looked up, the tiny honey blonde from outside was leaning back in the chair, staring at her with her arms crossed under her outsized boobs. She looked a like a distinctly adult-oriented version of an elf; long blonde hair, pointy ears, a micro-miniskirt and a huge rack that barely stayed in her costume. Despite the rosy cheeks and turned up nose, though, the twinkle in her eyes looked extremely icy. JoAnne sighed. Oh well, if the little bitch wanted to be a problem, she'd have her thrown out. She started to look around for a waiter, then realized nobody was moving. Nobody at all. Inside or in the vast crowd outside. No sound. Everything was frozen. She looked back at the girl, who slowly arched her left eyebrow in an overly dramatic fashion. "Look Sister, I'd tell you not to do anything stupid, but that would be wasted effort. You can't do anything, you're stuck in that chair until I say otherwise. Elf. Christmas. Magic. Bitch." JoAnne started to protest, but her mouth simply froze as the Elf raised her hand. "Don't bother. This isn't a dream. You didn't fall and hit your head. You haven't even had a drink today yet. And it sure as fuck-all wasn't that nasty bran concoction you had for breakfast. On your salary you eat sawdust for breakfast? Fuck, eat a good breakfast and spend five more minutes on the damn elliptical." She waved her hand and JoAnne found she could speak again. "Look if you want an apology;” The Elf cut her off again "It wouldn't be sincere and you wouldn't learn a god damn thing. Don't bullshit me, Baby, I'm a whole lot older than I look. Besides, I have your file." She leaned back, reached two fingers into her ample cleavage and pulled out an ornate, gilt edged scroll, untied it and began to read over it: "Let's see; JoAnne Steadmann, age 32. No personal relationships. Wow, that sucks. You seem to have a severe case of Greed, brought on by a Self-Centered Nature and a Lack of Human Empathy, which seems to have developed around puberty;” Her voice trailed off as she read more. Then: "Damn!? You're Frigid? No Orgasms? No wonder you're a grade-A Bitch! Hell, I wouldn't wish that on anyone! Got your cherry popped in High School, but didn't enjoy it at all. And you didn't even experiment at Wellesley? Damn that's like the lickety-slit capitol of the world. You missed out on a whole lot of the sweet stuff there, Baby." JoAnne just glared at her. Whatever the hell this was about, the little blonde bitch had no right digging into her personal life. "On the bright side you're not entirely freaked out by this, and that's rarer than you think. Too many people have lost belief in Christmas magic; they can lose it completely when shit like this happens. You're pretty enough in platinum-blonde-career bitch sort of way. And, according to Records Division, you never developed any real sex aversions, so that's good;” Shaking her head, the Elf hastily re-rolled the scroll, tucked it back between her oversized boobs, then leaned forward looking intently into JoAnne's eyes. "I can fix this; but I have to follow the rules. I'm not allowed to just go around helping humanity; free will and all that shit. But I can inflict a Christmas lesson on you because you denied the True Meaning of Christmas. You were rude. To an Elf. Within the Fortnight of Christmas." JoAnne leaned back in shock. "Is this going to be one of those ghosts things? I;” The Elf shook her head "Ghosts wouldn't help you at all." She paused. "God, I love that one, it's a classic but it won't work here. I am giving you the gift of Lust. I am removing most of your inhibitions; the sexual ones anyway and 'cursing' you so that at least once a day until Midnight on Christmas Eve, you're going to find yourself in a situation that ends up in sex of some kind or other. Nothing dangerous, nothing that will destroy your life. You may end up feeling a little used and a bit humiliated, but you'll like it. Besides, a little humility would do you a lot of good, Sunshine." JoAnne felt her anger flare "Nobody uses;” And just as quickly found herself muted as the Elf stood up. "Alright, let's get this show on the road, I've got some fucking Joy to spread by the end of the day. Gimme the panties, you won't be needing them." JoAnne tried to resist, but found herself standing, reaching under her skirt and pulling off her black silk underwear and handing them over. She watched in disgust as the little Elf held them up to her nose and breathed in deeply. The Elf shook her head sadly and looked at JoAnne. "Nothing. Just Fabric softener and soap. You really are Frigid. I'm fixing that right now." She stepped over to JoAnne and reached up under her skirt. JoAnne felt the Elf's very warm hand cup her crotch. The Elf looked her in the eye "Damn. Closed up tighter than a bank vault." She rubbed her palm back and forth for a second. "Ah, there it is!" JoAnne's knees nearly gave out and she almost fell to the ground as she felt something hot surge through her whole body, but the Elf steadied her and guided her back into her seat. As Joanne watched, the Elf licked her fingertips delicately. "Much better." "That was your First Orgasm. It's been sort of stuck in the gate for a damn long time. It was a little weak from the time attenuation, so the next time it will feel better." JoAnne stiffened. "Buh, better?" "More powerful, longer." JoAnne couldn't even imagine that. The Elf continued on without really noticing JoAnne's reaction. "Here's the deal, you get a little something every day, each day gets a little more extreme and a little more intense. I've used this one a lot; it was practically standard in Vicki's day; Queen Victoria. It will be a real experience, but you can handle it. Still, if it gets to be too much, call my name three times; its 'Holly Mistletoe" and I'll pop in to help. If you really need it." Suddenly, with a sound like a balloon popping in reverse, Holly was gone and everything was in motion. The waitress rushed up with her drink; which she drank in one gulp, and her food arrived almost immediately. She managed to catch her breath and tried to act normal, although she just didn't have it in her to bitch at the waitress for being too slow like she usually did. She even caught herself leaving a much larger tip than usual. She must be shaken up. The Tattoo. JoAnne slipped into her desk; the walk back had been weird. She'd been so damn conscious of not wearing any underwear, and she normally never thought about; that. And she felt almost feverishly warm, with everybody bumping into her. She kept wondering if they somehow knew she was panty-less. Worse yet, she guiltily realized she kind of liked the idea. She had practically run by her new red-headed secretary and locked herself in the office. She started to buzz the secretary. With a start she realized she couldn't remember her secretary's name. She had just gotten rid of Samantha, the brunette; JoAnne never kept a secretary very long. She was concerned about secretaries learning too much about her; shuffling them back into the secretarial pool after 6 weeks or two big deals. What was the name of the name of the new one; thin, red hair, pixie cut, pointy nose; Lori? No. Lisa? No. Lil; Lillian. That was it. She punched the intercom on her phone. "Lillian, could you bring me a glass of water please?" A somewhat puzzled, "Yes, Ma'am," came back. Which made sense, after all, JoAnne never asked for anything, she ordered things, and she never, ever said please. Lillian quietly and efficiently brought her the water, then stepped out. As she left JoAnne watched her ass sway under her cream colored skirt. It was awfully perky and cute. JoAnne squeaked. She never, ever thought about things like that. She felt warmth growing between her thighs, more and more intense, like an itch that needed a scratch, but much, much more; personal. She shifted and tried to concentrate on work, but the only emails she had were autoreplies informing her that the recipients would be back after Christmas break. A curious tingling was growing just above her privates. She frantically pulled her skirt up and looked down. All her pubic hair was gone, except for a neatly trimmed patch just above her cunt in the shape of a holly leaf. Even more of a shock, just to the left of it was a tiny incredibly intricate tattoo of a mistletoe ball on crossed candy canes. She could just make out the words "Christmas Magic. Bitch." woven into the mistletoe. Shit. Shit. Shit. How the hell do you explain that to your gynecologist? Maybe it was one of those stick on tattoos, she could just rub it. The second she started rubbing, she knew she'd made a mistake. The feeling shot over her like arcs of electricity; she felt her lips go numb, her legs began to shake and her nipples grew achingly hard; she could make out the tips through the fabric of her blouse. She wanted to stop, she really did, but she couldn't; her fingers were playing with her lips and clit almost instantly. Without stopping, she managed to pull her skirt up around her waist and pull open her jacket and shirt. She couldn't get the fucking bra off, but while she massaged her clit she reached inside the bra and began to pinch and tweak her rock hard nipples. She was so wet that her fingers slipped inside without her even realizing it. First one, then a second. She felt her orgasm hit like a train, then a second, then a third, leaving her gasping, barely able to move in her slowly rotating chair. After a few minutes she rearranged herself into some semblance of order, although her shirt and her jacket were each missing a button. No surprise there. Still, she felt better than could ever remember feeling; relaxed, warm and comfortable. She managed to make it through the next few hours, before she decided to leave. Lillian was watching her curiously; not too surprising since she never left before 5:00. JoAnne heard herself say, "Go ahead and take a couple hours, you probably have some Christmas shopping to do or something." That got a warm smile and a "Thank you". The rest of the evening was normal, although she did finger herself; just a little; in the shower. The Package. The next morning, as JoAnne dressed for work, a number of things became obvious. First off, most of her clothing was missing; not one bra or panty was in the condominium. Even the bra she'd had on yesterday had disappeared from the hamper. There was a card sitting on the kitchen island; from Holly; advising her that she would "get those Manhattan Career Bitch costumes back later" if she still wanted them. All her severe black suits were gone as well; they were replaced with very expensive looking red silk suits of a similar type with slightly shorter skirts and sheer white silk blouses with decidedly more "decisive" necklines. Her shoes had changed too; color and about an inch more heel, although they proved surprisingly comfortable. The morning passed fairly productively; with only a couple of odd glances from Lillian. To be on the safe side, she decided to order lunch in the office, but it was almost two in the afternoon before anything happened. Lillian buzzed: "Miss, there's a bike messenger with a package; he says I can't sign for it." "Send him in." A tall, muscular, dark haired guy with a small, brightly colored box walked in. "Sorry, instructions were explicit, you'll have to sign for it." JoAnne sighed and reached for the box; as soon as she touched it, one end popped open and something fell out onto the desk. A vibrator. An enormous, brightly colored vibrator. And of course it hit right on the on/off button. She and the messenger watched it buzz around in a circle on her desktop for a long second before she grabbed it and fumbled it off. "I, uh, this friend;” "No problem. Short blonde woman; she looked like a joker, all dressed up like an elf. Had a hell of a smirk. I figured it was some kind of practical joke." JoAnne watched his firm ass as he left. Lillian followed her gaze as he walked out. "Just want to bite that and hang on." Instead of admonishing her to be more professional, JoAnne found herself nodding and smiling like an idiot. She suddenly caught herself, then hastily shut the door and retreated to her office. The vibrator stared at her from the center of her desk. It was red and white striped, of course. About 8 inches long, had little gumdrop-like rubber nobs all over it and a bullet like tip of gold metal. She decided to stick it in a desk drawer. Another mistake. As soon as she picked it up, the tingling between her thighs began again, and she couldn't physically put the vibrator down. She reached with her empty hand and clicked the intercom on the phone. "Lillian. Hold my calls." "Yes, Miss." There was something in Lillian's voice, but JoAnne realized she didn't have time to deal with it; the tingling was so intense it was almost painful; and she felt like she was suffocating in her suit; it seemed like her clothes were lined with lead weights. She fumbled her skirt off and opened her blouse and shirt, exposing her tits to the cool office air. Her nipples were standing out like fucking spikes and she could feel wetness between her thighs. Good Lord. Her pussy was absolutely dripping. JoAnne clicked on the vibrator and began to run the tip over her excited nipples. She moaned loudly; it was a damn good thing the office was soundproof. Fuck, that felt amazing. She licked her fingers and got her nipples really wet so they stiffened even more with the cold and the vibrator. Damn, how long could they get? Her breath was coming in short pants as she slumped in the chair, and hooked each leg over a chair arm, spreading herself wide open. "Fah-Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Pinching her nipples with her free hand she ran the vibrator all over her inner thighs, eliciting more hot juice from an already wide open and steaming pussy. When she couldn't wait any longer, she began to run the tip of the vibrator over her pussy lips; she planned to do it for a while, but when the tip hit her swollen clit, she spilled over into orgasm, screaming as quietly as she could. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!" As the spasms died away she meant to put the vibrator down and get dressed but her hands seemed to have minds of their own, her free hand spread her pussy lips wide open while she danced the vibrator in and out, just an inch or so; then she plunged it into the gaping hole, screaming loudly as the orgasms exploded through her. Even then, as she pulled the wet shaft out of herself, her hand seemed to slip and the tip slipped down below her cunt, resting against her asshole. The vibrations felt good. Surprisingly good; almost; she felt another orgasm building. This time she did it; she began to frantically rub her clit with her free hand while she gently pushed the tip of the vibrator into her ass. By the time this orgasm settled, she realized had three fingers up her twat and had shoved the vibrator into her ass almost four inches. Still though, she felt in command enough to stop. She switched off the vibrator and shakily dressed herself, thanking God for soundproofing. After she caught her breath, she dropped the vibrator into her purse and clicked the intercom. "Lillian, you, uh, can resume forwarding my calls." "Yes, Miss." Very definitely a smile in her voice. Fuck her, all she could do would be to spread rumors, and if she did she would be back in the secretarial pool without the executive bonus pay. The rest of the day passed quietly and she decided that on her way out she would feel out if Lillian was going to say anything. As she stepped out the door she watched the cute redhead suppress a wicked little smile. "Lillian, I thought it would be a good idea;” Lillian intercepted the thought "...to remind me that secretaries do not discuss their bosses activities with anyone at all. It's in the confidentiality agreement we sign when we get sent up from the pool." At first JoAnne was appalled that Lillian would cut in like that, but she decided to try to be nice; a very different tack for her. "Umm, yeah. I just didn't want any rumors to, you know, start." Lillian smiled mischievously. "I won't say anything to anyone, but maybe next time you might want to completely shut your blinds. And maybe turn off the intercom. Luckily, I was on headset. I don't mind sharing, yesterday sounded great. Today sounded exquisite and looked even better; but if you want privacy;” JoAnne stared at the communication window to the office; it was open nearly a foot. She was sure it had been closed yesterday; and she was the only one with a remote for it. Even the intercom could only be turned on from inside the office. She must have left it on when she; she began to turn bright red, then raced from the office. The Glass Elevator. The next day was Saturday, her only real day off this week; Sunday was a teleconference with Japan from the office, so she had to go in. She stayed burrowed into her bed almost until noon; she just couldn't figure out what to do about the office. If she stayed in her apartment, she might end up masturbating, but at least she would be doing it without an audience. Just the thought of Lillian listening to her and watching her made her feel; uncomfortable, but somehow it didn't feel as bad as it should have, which worried her even more. She finally had to get out of bed to pee; and of course, her pajamas had disappeared overnight. She went to put on a robe at least, but the only thing in the apartment was a red skirt and white shirt combo that looked like they might be made of tissue paper, and a dark red overcoat, a bit too warm for the apartment, but suitable for the snow outside. And of course, red fuck-me shoes. After a moment of irritation she pulled on the skirt and shirt; she might as well have been walking around topless for all the shirt covered her tits, and the skirt was about one centimeter below her ass cheeks. She went over to the refrigerator; not one stick of food. Damn. Her phone battery was dead; she'd apparently forgotten to plug it in. By the time she lifted the receiver on her house phone, she wasn't surprised to find the line dead. She sat down in her easy chair and turned on the TV. She would just wait it out; the phone line would be back soon. Four hours later, with her stomach complaining, and only cooking shows on, she gave up. If she just zipped downstairs, she could grab some food at one of the trendy-take out joints and be back up in fifteen minutes. She looked in the mirror. A class A slut stared back at her; nipples obvious through the shirt, skirt so short it should be illegal. Looked kind of yummy in a way though. She grabbed the bulky wool overcoat and buttoned it completely. Key card. Wallet. She headed out. The internal elevators were out, so she took the glass elevator on the outside of the building; she could see the whole city; the crowds of people looking up at the elevator as it came down. It didn't take long to get her Cuban sandwich and head back. Which was good, the coat was a little warm, even with snowy weather. As she neared the elevator, she heard a familiar voice. "Trying to hide, today?" JoAnne whirled. Holly was perched on a concrete stanchion toying with an oversize Santa hat. JoAnne started to speak, but a wave of Holly's hand cut her off mute. "Take the hat, you'll need it." JoAnne grabbed the hat; and with the same odd reverse pop, Holly simply vanished. JoAnne sprinted for the elevator; this couldn't be good. Get home. Get home. Get; The now familiar tingling almost overwhelmed her, as the elevator door closed. JoAnne jammed the oversize hat on her head and slipped a hand inside the overcoat to push the skirt up and found; nothing. No skirt, no shirt; her clothes had evaporated. She couldn't stop to fight it; she began fingering herself furiously, three fingers slipping into her hole almost instantly. As the elevator crept up, she realized her coat was evaporating like smoke. She felt tears form as the elevator ground to a halt just three floors up; she was fully visible to the crowd. A crazy naked woman, masturbating in an elevator, wearing nothing but a hat! A hat, she was relieved to note, that obscured her hair and face completely. People were stopping to stare; to her horror, she realized she liked it; hell, she loved it! A middle-aged man pulled out a cell phone and snapped her picture as she managed to fit a fourth finger up her gaping pussy. Hot cunt juice flowed over JoAnne’s hand; she began to cum, over, and over; thinking about all those people watching her. At some point, the elevator began to move upward; just in time as an old lady dragged the building's doorman around to see. Snow thickened around the building, obscuring the ascending elevator. It stopped a floor below hers and refused to move further. She grabbed her purse and food and crept up the stairs; the security camera lights were dark; probably thanks to Holly. JoAnne managed to slip into her apartment, although she had had to hide in the stairwell while three people walked by. Once in her apartment, she collapsed on the bed, just in time to hear her email ping on the computer. She almost ignored it, but the timing. The email was from NaughtyList@northpole.org; and it was a video entitled; "Mystery woman puts on Christmas show." With a sinking heart, she opened the file and watched herself masturbating in front of hundreds of men and women, wearing just a Santa hat. According to the file, nearly 500,000 people had watched the video. Half a million people watching her? This time, she was pretty sure it wasn't Elf magic, but either way, she spent the next hour with her new vibrator buried in her pussy, pumping it like a jack hammer. She wasn't sure how many orgasms she had; one helluva lot. She managed to eat her food, then sank into a deep sleep. Video Tele Conference. Sunday morning, JoAnne woke late, and ended up rushing to the office; the red outfits were miraculously back, although she noticed the skirts were shorter. She decided on a businesslike demeanor. Ignore everything with Lillian. Blame it on medication; if she had to. By the time she arrived, a harassed-looking Lillian was already there, clicking cables into position. "Thank god you're here. The main video teleconference is down, so I'd setting up your desk so you can have both slides and video feed. The partners have called three times already. We are good on this end, but Japan is having problems with dual video. They will be able to hear you, but only see the slides and the video, not you. The partners will be listening in on the phone." JoAnne slipped into her chair, just in time to hear the chime of the video teleconference, coming on line. "Mister Nakamura;” her foot kicked a cable and the video feed went dark. She signaled to Lillian while she continued her spiel. Lillian looked under the desk, grabbed some tape and crawled under. After a few mumbled curses from Lillian, the video feed from Japan came back on. JoAnne started to push her chair back, to let Lillian out, but the video flickered again and she felt Lillian pull her back. A few seconds later, Lillian pushed a note into her hand. "Your chair hooked on cables, if you push back, lose whole Video Tele Conference." JoAnne finished her spiel, then turned on the 40 minute auto presentation, and muted her own audio. "Okay, it's on autopilot. And mute." Lillian pushed her head up on JoAnne's thigh and eyed the control critically "Good, it really is on mute. You haven't had a good track record with mute lately, just wanted to check. The chair clipped a wire, I will replace it tomorrow; but don't try to push back right now, or the Video Conference will go down for good, I wouldn't be able to reroute without a whole new set of cables. You seem stressed." JoAnne sighed. "You have no idea." "I can fix that." JoAnne started to respond, but Lillian's meaning became clear as she spread JoAnne's knees apart and began to settle in between them. JoAnne tried to resist, but her thighs seemed to drift even further apart on their own, and she even lifted as Lillian unzipped her skirt and slid it off. JoAnne stopped even trying to resist, just leaning back and letting Lillian's quick and talented tongue slide her up one orgasm after another. Lillian had slid her own clothes off and was fingering herself as she ate JoAnne. Lillian seemed to orgasm in time with her. After a few minutes, JoAnne heard Lillian's fingers pumping in and out of her hot wet tunnel. All too soon, the auto-play pinged and JoAnne had to return to her speech, although Lillian continued tonguing her gently throughout. The response to the presentation was more than good; the order from Japan was at least three times larger than she had anticipated in her best case scenario, so it was no surprise when the partners called her, and told her to come on down to the office. After one more good cum, she untangled herself from the desk, the chair, and Lillian. "Look, I have to go down there;” Lillian smiled cheerfully, but with a wicked edge "It's okay; I have to go to a family thing anyway. At least now it will be easier to put up with. By the way, I love your ‘lawn and landscaping’; and that is the cutest little tattoo; I never heard you like Christmas that much." She gave JoAnne a warm kiss; which tasted of candy canes. As JoAnne Walked out, she could hear Lillian putting things up; and whistling a cheery Christmas tune. The meeting with the partners went particularly well; and Robert, the older brother; commented that he had never seen her more relaxed and in control. That night she fell asleep, wondering what it would be like to return the favor to Lillian; while she used her now-indispensable vibrator on herself. Hard Dictation. The next morning, in the shower, JoAnne realized her little tuft of designer pubic hair hadn't grown out at all; in fact, it looked kind of, well, glittery, like gold glitter along the edges of the naughty holly leaf. All the red clothes were still there, although the skirts seemed even shorter, and there were little emerald holly pins on each lapel. As she picked up her purse, she found a small scroll on top. In shining gilt letters it said: "Sometimes it is better to give, than receive. Be sure to give a Lil' something." JoAnne actually smiled at the blunt hint, as if she hadn't been thinking about Lillian already. She was waking up hornier every damn morning. Still though, the office was mayhem; frantic arrangements to make sure the Japan orders were completed on time, after action reports and a hasty lunch meeting with the partners combined to keep her from even talking to Lillian for more than a second or two, and that about work. Just as she sat down at her desk from the lunch meeting, the intercom buzzed. "Messenger service again, Miss." "Send him in." The same bike messenger walked in, carrying another Holiday package. Even though she knew the package would pop open, she didn't bother to try to stop it. She had a suspicion that if she tried to stop the Elf curse, it would up the ante. He held the box over the desk, and suddenly the bottom flaps dropped open, of their own doing. This time, the packages contents hit the desk with a thud, and didn't move. Some kind of black leather belt contraption, attached to a huge candy-cane striped dildo. She rolled her eyes "My friend is a little;” "Smart ass? Yeah, the little blonde chick, in some kind of Christmas elf get up; kept giggling to herself." "Just like last time" JoAnne presumed. "I'll take your word on that." As he left, JoAnne watched his muscular ass, and puzzled over his words. He'd been there, how often? To vibrators falling out of packages, anyway? After he left, she grinned wickedly; give a Lil' something? She had just the thing. She tucked it into her top drawer. Then cleared the top of her desk off completely. "Lillian? I need you to come in; and take dictation for me." "Yes, Miss Steadmann." Lillian entered. "Your schedule is cleared until tomorrow morning, Miss JoAnne. Both your afternoon appointments just called in and cancelled." JoAnne glanced at the closed office door. Locked, and the blinds were fully closed. She stood up and looked out the office window into the flurries. "Lillian, we need to talk about a performance reward." "Actually, I'm maxed out this year; I was on the CBN team earlier this year. I can't get any more cash awards until next year. JoAnne turned around and backed Lillian up against the desk. "That isn't exactly what I had in mind." Pinning Lillian against the desk, Joanne kissed her hungrily, forcing her tongue into Lillian's mouth. She had Lillian's skirt unzipped and dropped to the floor and her blouse and bra off in seconds. She gently pressed Lillian back until the blonde girl was lying back on the desk, clad in only a mint green thong. JoAnne slid the thong down Lillian's long legs, eyeing Lillian's obviously wet cunt, with its little topping of strawberry blonde hair. Without thinking, she brought the panties to her face and breathed in deeply. They were filled with a musky, heady scent that made her mouth water. She looked right into Lillian's eyes and said, "Aren't you just a horny little thing!" Lillian let her legs fall open. "You have no idea;” "I can fix that." She dropped the thong onto the skirt and slid in between Lillian's creamy thighs, dropping her own skirt and jacket as she did so. She didn't hesitate at all; her mouth closed over Lillian's swollen pink pussy and she began to tongue and suck with abandon. She must have been doing something right, because Lillian's sighs turned to moans; then outright screams of ecstasy. JoAnne also fingered herself to orgasm, and only after Lillian had practically passed out, did she let up. Lillian breathed heavily, "God, that was fucking fantastic!" JoAnne reached into her drawer, and pulled out the strap-on dildo; and slipped the straps on while Lillian watched wide-eyed. "Your reward isn't over; yet." Despite the very thick size of the rubber red and white, spiral–striped cock, Lillian was so wet, it slipped into her easily. JoAnne began to thrust slowly in and out. "You like that?" Lillian breathed in deeply, then brought her legs up around JoAnne’s ass, "Yes. But; you can do it harder if you want." JoAnne thrust deeper and faster. Lillian hissed and grabbed JoAnne's tits, in a tight grip. "God, yes. Harder; please; harder" JoAnne began to really pump hard, Lillian seemed to have no problem taking in the big fake cock. "Fuck. Yeah. Give it to me. Harder. Harder. Harder!" JoAnne began to slam it into her as hard as she could. Lillian began to make a weird keening sound. "Don't fucking stop. Oh fuck. Don't stop. Please don't stop!" Just as JoAnne was sure her legs were going to give out, Lillian's eyes shot open, and she arched her back and screamed incredibly loud. JoAnne felt a huge gush of hot pussy juice squirt around the dildo and drench her. Lillian collapsed so suddenly she slid off the giant dildo. "Holy. Shit." As JoAnne slid the strap-on off, Lillian rolled over onto her stomach obviously trying to marshal the strength to get up. JoAnne eyed her perky ass; particularly the little pink asshole. She was almost ready to reach for the strap-on when the phone rang. Lillian grabbed the phone without getting up. "JoAnne Steadmann's office. Lillian speaking. Uh huh, yes;” As Lillian talked on the phone, JoAnne reached down and parted her ass cheeks. She knew she shouldn't but she just couldn't resist bending over and tonguing the little pink rosebud. Lillian squirmed, but didn't try to get away; in fact she brought her knees up a little to help JoAnne. After she had the little pink asshole dripping with saliva, she continued tonguing while gently inserted her forefinger and began to pump it gently in and out. Lillian was slowly thrusting her ass back on the finger and into her face while talking on the phone. But as soon as she finished the phone call, she came up on all fours and began fucking her ass back against JoAnne's face and finger, grinding until she came. This time when they broke apart, she slid to the other side of the desk, eyeing JoAnne warily, but with a wide smile. "Okay, you're just plain kinky. And something about you just turns my inner slut on full power. Still, we have to stop; you have a meeting in 30 minutes. You'd better wash your face and get dressed." Scowling and smiling at the same time, JoAnne struggled into her clothes as did Lillian. Still, Lillian was absolutely glowing, and walking a little slowly, which made JoAnne smile. The meeting lasted until well after business closing, so Lillian was gone when she went back to get her purse and coat. But the mint green thong was carefully arranged in the middle of JoAnne's desk; with a candy cane sitting on it. To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts, for Literotica.

Fluent Fiction - Korean: Capturing Christmas Magic: Jisoo's Night in Busan Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/ko/episode/2025-12-06-08-38-20-ko Story Transcript:Ko: 부산의 겨울밤은 반짝이는 불빛으로 가득 차 있었다.En: The winter night in Busan was filled with sparkling lights.Ko: 크리스마스 트리 축제가 펼쳐진 날이었다.En: It was the day of the Christmas tree festival.Ko: 지수, 유나, 민호는 셋이서 광장으로 향했다.En: Jisoo, Yuna, and Minho headed to the plaza together.Ko: 지수는 수줍은 성격이었지만, 마음속 깊이 사진 찍기를 좋아했다.En: Though Jisoo was shy by nature, she loved taking photos deep in her heart.Ko: 오늘 그녀의 목표는 울긋불긋한 크리스마스 트리를 아름답게 담아내는 것이었다.En: Her goal for today was to beautifully capture the colorful Christmas trees.Ko: 유나는 활기차게 말했다, "이 트리 진짜 예쁘다! 오늘 진짜 멋진 사진 찍어보자!"En: Yuna said enthusiastically, "This tree is really pretty! Let's try to take some really cool pictures today!"Ko: 민호는 웃으며 대답했다, "그래, 지수. 네가 좋아하는 각도로 찍어봐. 우린 옆에서 도와줄게."En: Minho responded with a smile, "Yeah, Jisoo. Take it from the angle you like. We'll help from the side."Ko: 광장에는 많은 사람들이 몰려 있었다.En: The plaza was crowded with many people.Ko: 아이들은 눈사람 모형을 보고 신나했고, 어른들은 길거리에 늘어선 맛있는 음식들을 즐겼다.En: Children were thrilled looking at the snowman models, and adults enjoyed the delicious foods lined along the streets.Ko: 하지만 지수는 사람들 사이에서 사진을 찍기가 쉽지 않았다.En: However, it wasn't easy for Jisoo to take pictures among the throng of people.Ko: 더군다나 차가운 바람이 불어와 손을 얼게 만들었다.En: Moreover, the cold wind was making her hands numb.Ko: "너무 복잡해... 좋은 사진을 찍을 수 있을까?" 지수는 속으로 생각했다.En: "It's too crowded... I wonder if I can take a good picture?" Jisoo thought to herself.Ko: 그러면서도 그녀는 포기하지 않았다.En: But even then, she did not give up.Ko: "다른 각도로 한번 더 시도해 볼까?"라고 결심했다.En: "Should I try from another angle one more time?"Ko: 조용한 곳으로 조금 더 걸어가던 지수는 뜻밖의 장소를 발견했다.En: Walking a little further to a quiet spot, Jisoo discovered an unexpected place.Ko: 높은 언덕에서 내려다보니, 크리스마스 트리가 온 부산 시내를 비추고 있었다.En: From a high hill, she could see the Christmas tree illuminating the entire city of Busan.Ko: 그곳에서 바라보는 풍경은 다른 사람들이 보지 못한 것이었다.En: The view from there was something that others hadn't seen.Ko: "여기가 좋겠다," 지수는 카메라를 들어 정확한 순간을 기다렸다.En: "This seems like a good spot," Jisoo thought as she raised her camera and waited for the right moment.Ko: 바로 그때, 아름다운 캐럴이 울려 퍼졌다.En: At that moment, beautiful carols began to play.Ko: 불빛과 음악이 하나로 어우러진 순간, 지수는 마음속의 불안감을 떨치고 셔터를 눌렀다.En: As the lights and music harmonized, Jisoo shook off her inner anxiety and pressed the shutter.Ko: 스스로 만족할 만큼 아름다운 사진이 만들어졌다.En: She produced a photo that was beautiful enough to satisfy herself.Ko: 돌아가려던 순간, 유나와 민호가 그녀를 찾았다.En: Just as she was about to go back, Yuna and Minho found her.Ko: "지수, 우리도 구경하고 싶어! 너 사진 어땠어?" 유나가 물었다.En: "Jisoo, we want to see it too! How did your pictures turn out?" Yuna asked.Ko: 지수는 환하게 웃으며 카메라를 보여주었다.En: Jisoo beamed and showed her camera.Ko: "좋아, 정말 멋진 사진이야!" 민호가 감탄했다.En: "Wow, that's a really great shot!" Minho admired.Ko: 세 친구는 함께 크리스마스를 축하하며 부산의 밤을 즐겼다.En: The three friends celebrated Christmas together and enjoyed the night in Busan.Ko: 지수는 이번 여행을 통해 자신의 시각을 믿기로 했다.En: Through this trip, Jisoo decided to trust her own perspective.Ko: 더 이상 주변의 시선에 흔들리지 않고, 자신만의 독특한 관점을 사랑할 수 있게 되었다.En: No longer swayed by the views of others, she learned to love her unique viewpoint.Ko: 그러면서 지수는 따뜻한 기분으로 친구들과 함께 웃음을 나눴다.En: Meanwhile, Jisoo shared laughter with her friends, filled with warmth.Ko: 부산의 겨울밤은 그렇게 기억에 남을 시간으로 흘러갔다.En: The winter night in Busan passed by as a memorable time. Vocabulary Words:sparkling: 반짝이는enthusiastically: 활기차게crowded: 몰려numb: 얼게resolve: 결심했다unexpected: 뜻밖의illuminating: 비추고anxiety: 불안감satisfy: 만족할thrilled: 신나harmonized: 어우러진quiet: 조용한throng: 복잡delicious: 맛있는discover: 발견했다perspective: 시각unique: 독특한viewpoint: 관점capture: 담아내는shutter: 셔터beamed: 환하게plaza: 광장admired: 감탄했다carols: 캐럴memorable: 기억에 남을nature: 성격thrilled: 신나cognizant: 의식하는resolve: 결심했다harmonize: 어우러진

Author Kandy Shepherd joins Samantha Tennant for a warm, funny, deeply charming conversation about Christmas romances, second-chance love, magazine days at Cosmo and Family Circle, writing older heroines, collaborative duets, and why setting matters so much in a great story.

Fluent Fiction - Italian: Capturing Christmas Magic: A Photographer's Mountain Encounter Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/it/episode/2025-12-03-08-38-20-it Story Transcript:It: Il sole calava lentamente dietro le maestose Montagne Rocciose, tingendo il cielo di un caldo arancione.En: The sun was slowly setting behind the majestic Montagne Rocciose, painting the sky a warm orange.It: Al mercato di Natale, le bancarelle brillavano con le luci scintillanti e il profumo di cannella danzava nell'aria.En: At the Christmas market, the stalls were glowing with sparkling lights, and the scent of cinnamon danced in the air.It: Luca, un fotografo appassionato di viaggi, camminava tra la folla.En: Luca, a travel-enthusiast photographer, walked through the crowd.It: Cercava l'immagine perfetta che catturasse la calda atmosfera natalizia in mezzo al gelido paesaggio montano.En: He was searching for the perfect image to capture the warm Christmas atmosphere amidst the icy mountain landscape.It: Le bancarelle erano adorni di corone e fiocchi rossi; gli artigiani sorridevano ai passanti.En: The stalls were adorned with wreaths and red bows; the artisans smiled at the passersby.It: Uno stand in particolare attirò l'attenzione di Luca.En: One stand, in particular, caught Luca's attention.It: Era decorato con ornamenti fatti a mano, ognuno unico nel suo genere.En: It was decorated with handmade ornaments, each unique in its kind.It: Dietro al banco c'era Isabella, una giovane artigiana con gli occhi brillanti e le mani abili.En: Behind the counter was Isabella, a young artisan with bright eyes and skillful hands.It: "Luca," si presentò, con un sorriso caldo come il cidro speziato che si serviva poco lontano.En: "Luca," he introduced himself, with a smile as warm as the spiced cider being served not far away.It: "Sto cercando la storia perfetta per le mie foto.En: "I'm looking for the perfect story for my photos.It: Posso parlarti dei tuoi ornamenti?"En: Can I talk to you about your ornaments?"It: Isabella assentì, curiosa.En: Isabella nodded, curious.It: "Certo, ogni decorazione ha una storia," rispose.En: "Of course, every decoration has a story," she replied.It: "Le faccio con materiali naturali, qui vicino alle montagne.En: "I make them with natural materials, right here near the mountains.It: Sogno di far conoscere il mio lavoro lontano da qui."En: I dream of making my work known far from here."It: Mentre parlavano, una nevicata improvvisa dipinse il mercato di un bianco soffice, trasformandolo in uno scenario incantato.En: As they talked, a sudden snowfall painted the market with a soft white, transforming it into an enchanted scene.It: Un bambino si avvicinò a Isabella, affascinato dalle sue creazioni.En: A child approached Isabella, fascinated by her creations.It: Lei, con un sorriso giocoso, gli porse un piccolo angelo di legno, i loro occhi si illuminarono.En: She, with a playful smile, handed him a small wooden angel, their eyes lighting up.It: Luca rimase colpito da quel momento semplice e sincero.En: Luca was touched by that simple and sincere moment.It: Alzò la macchina fotografica e scattò una foto: Isabella che rideva con il bambino, condomini di magia e gioia sotto la neve.En: He raised his camera and took a picture: Isabella laughing with the child, co-artists of magic and joy under the snow.It: Era l'immagine che aveva cercato da sempre.En: It was the image he had always been searching for.It: Dopo, mentre la notte avvolgeva il mercato, Luca e Isabella si sedettero con un caldo bicchiere di sidro in mano.En: Later, as night enveloped the market, Luca and Isabella sat with a warm glass of cider in hand.It: Parlano delle loro passioni, dei sogni e delle speranze.En: They talked about their passions, dreams, and hopes.It: Luca le promise di usare le sue foto per promuovere il lavoro di Isabella.En: Luca promised her to use his photos to promote Isabella's work.It: Il cuore di Isabella si riempì di gratitudine e speranza.En: Isabella's heart filled with gratitude and hope.It: Capì che condividere la sua storia personale rendeva le sue creazioni ancora più preziose.En: She realized that sharing her personal story made her creations even more precious.It: Quanto a Luca, realizzò che il vero valore di una fotografia non stava solo nell'immagine, ma nell'anima che essa riflette.En: As for Luca, he understood that the true value of a photograph was not just in the image, but in the soul it reflects.It: Quella notte, tra risate e promesse, iniziò una nuova amicizia, mentre il mercato, ai piedi delle Montagne Rocciose, continuava a brillare di luce e calore, un piccolo angolo di mondo dove i sogni potevano davvero diventare realtà.En: That night, amid laughter and promises, a new friendship began, while the market at the foot of the Montagne Rocciose continued to shine with light and warmth, a small corner of the world where dreams could truly become reality. Vocabulary Words:the sunset: il tramontomajestic: maestosethe wreath: la coronathe artisan: l'artigianothe passerby: il passantethe ornament: l'ornamentothe decoration: la decorazioneunique: unicothe snowfall: la nevicataenchanted: incantatothe child: il bambinothe angel: l'angeloto capture: catturarethe landscape: il paesaggioto smile: sorridereskillful: abilithe cider: il sidroto promote: promuoverethe creation: la creazionegratitude: gratitudinethe hope: la speranzathe soul: l'animato reflect: riflettereto envelop: avvolgerethe market: il mercatothe photograph: la fotografiathe friendship: l'amiciziathe warmth: il caloreprecious: preziosoto shine: brillare

JOIN PATREON FOR AD-FREE LISTENING & MORE PERKS: patreon.com/sleepandsorcery   Get cozy and settle in for four festive sleep stories filled with magic and enchantment, this version without background music. Spend Christmas at the mysterious mansion of Covenshire, making new friends and sharing legends from the landscape. Shop for gifts at the most magical Christmas market in Surrey Alley. Witness the wonders of the Winter Solstice at the School of Sorcery. And step into a magical gingerbread wonderland.   This is a compilation of previously released stories from Sleep & Sorcery: Tales from a Covenshire Christmas Christmas Eve in Surrey Alley Yuletide at Wizard School A Walk down Gingerbread Lane   THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME THROUGH 100 ORIGINAL STORIES!   Music & Sound: A Glimpse of Avalon by Flouw, The Wind Forgot My Name by Rand Aldo, Sensors Surrender by Ave Air, Via Epidemic Sound   Sleep & Sorcery is a folklore and fantasy-inspired sleep series. My name is Laurel, and I'll be your guide on tonight's fantastical journey. Sleep & Sorcery is one part bedtime story, one part guided meditation, and one part dreamy adventure. Follow along with my voice for as long as it serves you, and when you're ready, feel free to let go of the story and relax into sleep.     Order the Sleep & Sorcery book! https://www.crossedcrowbooks.com/shop-crossed-crow-books/p/sleepandsorcery Sleep & Sorcery: A Collection of Enchanting Bedtime Stories, Rituals, and Spells for Meaningful Rest, unlimited paperback now available from Crossed Crow Books. Limited edition hardcover is available as well. The book features many of your favorite stories, plus exclusive writings and a suite of rituals to enrich your resting and waking life. Stories like mine are best with headphones! For comfort and security when drifting off to sleep, SleepPhones are the best thing I've found. They won't fall out like earbuds, and they're not bulky or uncomfortable like most over-ear headphones.   Learn more: https://www.sleepphones.com/?aff=846     Now you can support Sleep & Sorcery on Patreon. Pledge a monthly donation to Sleep & Sorcery, which helps me keep making original bedtime stories for you. In return, you can qualify for exclusive supporter benefits, like episode scripts, bonus sleepy readings of classic literature, merch discounts, and giveaways. I hope you'll consider supporting me on Patreon, so I can continue doing what I love.   Visit patreon.com/sleepandsorcery to learn more and pledge your support.     Instagram | Twitter | Insight Timer | YouTube | Newsletter Signup   Sleep & Sorcery MERCH Show your love of Sleep & Sorcery – or get some gifts for the sleepy sorcerer in your life with this cozy collection of apparel, dream journals, die-cut stickers, and home goods. Visit https://bit.ly/shopmyth.   Want to get in touch? sleepandsorcery@gmail.com   Disclaimer: some links in this description are affiliate links, meaning I earn a small commission if you decide to purchase the product, at no additional cost to you. Thank you for supporting my work!   Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

JOIN PATREON FOR AD-FREE LISTENING & MORE PERKS: patreon.com/sleepandsorcery Get cozy and settle in for four festive sleep stories filled with magic and enchantment, accompanied by ambient music. Spend Christmas at the mysterious mansion of Covenshire, making new friends and sharing legends from the landscape. Shop for gifts at the most magical Christmas market in Surrey Alley. Witness the wonders of the Winter Solstice at the School of Sorcery. And step into a magical gingerbread wonderland. This is a compilation of previously released stories from Sleep & Sorcery: Tales from a Covenshire Christmas Christmas Eve in Surrey Alley Yuletide at Wizard School A Walk down Gingerbread Lane   THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME THROUGH 100 ORIGINAL STORIES!   Music & Sound: A Glimpse of Avalon by Flouw, The Wind Forgot My Name by Rand Aldo, Sensors Surrender by Ave Air, Via Epidemic Sound   Sleep & Sorcery is a folklore and fantasy-inspired sleep series. My name is Laurel, and I'll be your guide on tonight's fantastical journey. Sleep & Sorcery is one part bedtime story, one part guided meditation, and one part dreamy adventure. Follow along with my voice for as long as it serves you, and when you're ready, feel free to let go of the story and relax into sleep.     Order the Sleep & Sorcery book! https://www.crossedcrowbooks.com/shop-crossed-crow-books/p/sleepandsorcery Sleep & Sorcery: A Collection of Enchanting Bedtime Stories, Rituals, and Spells for Meaningful Rest, unlimited paperback now available from Crossed Crow Books. Limited edition hardcover is available as well. The book features many of your favorite stories, plus exclusive writings and a suite of rituals to enrich your resting and waking life. Stories like mine are best with headphones! For comfort and security when drifting off to sleep, SleepPhones are the best thing I've found. They won't fall out like earbuds, and they're not bulky or uncomfortable like most over-ear headphones.   Learn more: https://www.sleepphones.com/?aff=846     Now you can support Sleep & Sorcery on Patreon. Pledge a monthly donation to Sleep & Sorcery, which helps me keep making original bedtime stories for you. In return, you can qualify for exclusive supporter benefits, like episode scripts, bonus sleepy readings of classic literature, merch discounts, and giveaways. I hope you'll consider supporting me on Patreon, so I can continue doing what I love.   Visit patreon.com/sleepandsorcery to learn more and pledge your support.     Instagram | Twitter | Insight Timer | YouTube | Newsletter Signup   Sleep & Sorcery MERCH Show your love of Sleep & Sorcery – or get some gifts for the sleepy sorcerer in your life with this cozy collection of apparel, dream journals, die-cut stickers, and home goods. Visit https://bit.ly/shopmyth.   Want to get in touch? sleepandsorcery@gmail.com   Disclaimer: some links in this description are affiliate links, meaning I earn a small commission if you decide to purchase the product, at no additional cost to you. Thank you for supporting my work!   Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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Local Christmas Magic. When I wrote this up and autofill decided on the word "Magic" before I could type "Music", I couldn't help but think it was a better choice.Today is a Radio Sessions podcast with the extended versions of conversations heard on the Saturday morning show on Shoreline Classics. Our studio was full of friends including, Kim & Travis Teed and several members of the HuronSong Chorus (Deborah Bailey, Michele Hansen, Richard Madge, Craig Wark & Nisa Howe Lobb)You'll hear details on some upcoming Christmas shows, but you'll also hear a lot of passion from our guests today. Passion for the magic of community, belonging, singing and contributing to great causes.

Fluent Fiction - Danish: Finding Christmas Magic in Copenhagen's Tivoli Gardens Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/da/episode/2025-11-21-08-38-19-da Story Transcript:Da: Det var en kold, klar eftermiddag i København.En: It was a cold, clear afternoon in København.Da: Tivoli Gardens sprudlede af liv.En: Tivoli Gardens was bustling with life.Da: Lysene glitrede i træerne som små stjerner.En: The lights glistened in the trees like little stars.Da: Duften af gløgg og ristede mandler fyldte luften.En: The scent of gløgg and roasted almonds filled the air.Da: Lars gik alene gennem de smalle stier.En: Lars walked alone through the narrow paths.Da: Selvom julen snart var her, havde han svært ved at mærke glæden.En: Although Christmas was soon approaching, he struggled to feel the joy.Da: Lars stoppede ved en bod.En: Lars stopped at a booth.Da: Han betragtede de glade mennesker omkring sig.En: He watched the happy people around him.Da: Skæve juletræer, fyldt med pynt, tårnede op på begge sider.En: Crooked Christmas trees, filled with decorations, towered on either side.Da: Børn lo, mens de krammede i deres tykke jakker.En: Children laughed as they hugged in their thick jackets.Da: Men Lars følte sig alene, som om en usynlig mur skilte ham fra resten.En: But Lars felt alone, as if an invisible wall separated him from the rest.Da: Lars sukkede og overvejede at gå.En: Lars sighed and considered leaving.Da: Men da hørte han en kvindes latter.En: But then he heard a woman's laughter.Da: "Nej, Mikkel, du holder det forkert!"En: "No, Mikkel, you're holding it wrong!"Da: stemte Ingrid ind, hendes stemme varm og indbydende.En: chimed in Ingrid, her voice warm and inviting.Da: Lars drejede hovedet mod lyden.En: Lars turned his head towards the sound.Da: Mikkel holdt et krus varm kakao i begge hænder og grinede.En: Mikkel was holding a mug of hot cocoa in both hands and laughing.Da: Lars tog en dyb indånding.En: Lars took a deep breath.Da: Det var nu eller aldrig.En: It was now or never.Da: Han gik hen til dem.En: He approached them.Da: "Undskyld?"En: "Excuse me?"Da: sagde han forsigtigt.En: he said cautiously.Da: Ingrid vendte sig mod ham med et venligt smil.En: Ingrid turned towards him with a friendly smile.Da: "Hej!En: "Hi!Da: Vil du med os?"En: Would you like to join us?"Da: spurgte hun, overraskende muntert.En: she asked, surprisingly cheerfully.Da: Lars tøvede, men noget ved deres åbne ansigter gjorde beslutningen lettere.En: Lars hesitated, but something about their open faces made the decision easier.Da: "Gerne," svarede han.En: "Sure," he replied.Da: Sammen fandt de en bænk og satte sig.En: Together, they found a bench and sat down.Da: De begyndte at snakke om deres juletraditioner.En: They began talking about their Christmas traditions.Da: Lars fortalte om sin barndom på landet.En: Lars spoke of his childhood in the countryside.Da: Ingrid og Mikkel delte historier om deres hjemlige juleaftener, langt væk fra Danmark.En: Ingrid and Mikkel shared stories about their Christmas Eves at home, far away from Danmark.Da: De drak varm kakao og spiste æbleskiver.En: They drank hot cocoa and ate æbleskiver.Da: Snakken flød let, og Lars følte en varme han længe havde savnet.En: The conversation flowed easily, and Lars felt a warmth he had long missed.Da: Det var som om, al hans frygt og ensomhed smeltede væk i lyset fra deres nye venskab.En: It was as if all his fear and loneliness melted away in the light of their newfound friendship.Da: Da natten faldt på, var Tivoli oplyst af tusindvis af lys.En: As night fell, Tivoli was illuminated by thousands of lights.Da: Lars sagde farvel til Ingrid og Mikkel med et smil, der kom helt fra hjertet.En: Lars said goodbye to Ingrid and Mikkel with a smile that came straight from the heart.Da: "Tak," sagde han, "for selskabet."En: "Thank you," he said, "for the company."Da: De nikkede, glade for den nye forbindelse.En: They nodded, happy for the new connection.Da: Lars gik gennem portene ud i natten, men han følte sig ikke længere alene.En: Lars walked through the gates into the night, but he no longer felt alone.Da: Han vidste nu, at åbne sig selv kunne føre til uvurderlige venskaber.En: He now knew that opening himself up could lead to invaluable friendships.Da: Lykkelig og tilfreds slentrede han bort, med en ny glæde for julen i sit hjerte.En: Happy and content, he strolled away, with a new joy for Christmas in his heart. Vocabulary Words:bustling: sprudledeglistened: glitredenarrow: smalleapproaching: snartstruggled: sværtbooth: bodcrooked: skævehugged: krammedeinvisible: usynligsighed: sukkedeconsidered: overvejedelaughter: latterchimed: stemtecautiously: forsigtigthesitated: tøvedebench: bænkCountry side: landetflowed: flødloneliness: ensomhedmelted: smeltedeilluminated: oplystgates: porteneinvaluable: uvurderligefriendship: venskabcontent: tilfredsstrolled: slentredejoy: glædepeace: rofear: frygtinviting: indbydende

In this cozy, heart–filling episode, I'm sharing all of the Christmas traditions that make this season feel magical in our home. From our simple salt dough ornaments (that somehow get sweeter every year as the kids grow) to chilly nights spent stargazing in the yard searching for Santa, these are the little rituals that anchor us in the whirlwind of the holidays.I'm talking about the practical things too—like my make-ahead cinnamon rolls and breakfast casserole that keep Christmas morning slow and stress-free, our “no travel on Christmas Day” rule that lets us soak in every moment at home, and the joy of putting the tree up early so the season doesn't pass us by.You'll also hear about the traditions we're adding this year in our new neighborhood!If you're craving inspiration for creating or reviving meaningful traditions—ones that feel intentional, joyful, and doable—this episode will leave you feeling cozy, nostalgic, and excited to make a little magic in your own home.Grab a blanket, pour something warm, and enjoy.

Join us as Ric and Patrick have a Christmas fireside chat with Sheila, diving into all the festive fun happening around Walt Disney World this holiday season — from party dates and foodie must-trys to Disney Springs magic, resort décor, and even what it's really like to attend the filming of the Disney Parks Holiday Special. Cozy vibes, good laughs, and lots of peppermint-flavored opinions await!

Episode 202: Christmas Magic and History in Natchitoches, Louisiana with Paige Alost In this episode of The Family Vacationer, we continue our Christmas in the U.S. series with a visit to Natchitoches, Louisiana (pronounced Nack-a-tish). Known as the oldest permanent settlement in the Louisiana Purchase, Natchitoches blends French and Creole heritage, small-town charm, and one of America's most beloved holiday traditions—the Natchitoches Christmas Festival, now in its 99th year. Rob and Traci sit down with Paige Alost, Director of the Natchitoches Convention and Visitors Bureau, to uncover the rich history, cultural diversity, and holiday magic that make this town a must-visit destination. From historic architecture and Creole cuisine to Mardi Gras parades, Steel Magnolias filming locations, and the famous Natchitoches meat pie, this episode is full of inspiration for families looking to create unforgettable holiday memories. What You'll Learn in This Episode: The fascinating history of Natchitoches as the oldest city in Louisiana (even older than New Orleans!)How the town's French, Spanish, Creole, and Native American influences come alive for visitorsWhy the Natchitoches Christmas Festival is one of the most magical holiday events in the U.S.The best times to visit during the six-week holiday seasonUnique year-round family attractions, from historic forts to Dark Woods Adventure ParkWhere to taste the town's signature dish—the Natchitoches meat pieHow to explore Steel Magnolias filming locations (and even stay in the famous house)A perfect 48-hour itinerary for families visiting Natchitoches About Our Guest Paige Alost is the Director of the Natchitoches Convention and Visitors Bureau. She is passionate about sharing the history, culture, and hospitality of Louisiana's oldest city with visitors from near and far. Learn more and plan your trip at Natchitoches.com. Resources & Links Plan your trip: Natchitoches.comFollow Visit Natchitoches on FacebookConnect with The Family Vacationer on Instagram and Substack Don't Miss Rob's upcoming book, The Family Vacationer: A Parent's Guide to Meaningful Travel, releases this December! Packed with stories, strategies, and tips, it's designed to help families make the most of every trip together.

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This week, we're tackling Catherine's fantastic questions about visiting Disneyland Paris with mobility challenges - perfect for first-timers navigating DLP's accessibility! More In This Episode:

In this episode of the UK Travel Planning Podcast, Tracy chats with New Zealander Abigail Hannah, who recently spent a month exploring the UK in winter. From sparkling Christmas lights in London to bracing coastal walks in Brighton and cosy family moments on the Isle of Wight, Abigail shares her honest reflections on what it's like to travel the UK in the colder months.Expect practical tips for navigating winter travel—how to pack smart, budget effectively, and make the most of trains and public transport. They also discuss staying connected with eSIMs, using Wise cards for spending, and making the most of the festive season with Christmas markets and museums.Whether you're planning a winter trip or just curious about what it's like to explore the UK off-season, this episode is packed with helpful insights, travel stories, and seasonal inspiration.⭐️ Guest - Abigail Hannah of Aotearoa Adventures

Happy Monday, Christmas Fanatics! This week, the elves gather to discuss the 2024, Netflix original holiday film, "The Merry Gentlemen"! Does this slightly more risqué version of a Hallmark movie have enough heart to give your hosts all of the Christmas feels? Is there a difference between a strip club and a male revue? And will this film enter anyone's holiday canon? You'll just have to tune in to find out! So sit back, relax, and enjoy this festive episode that we guarantee is the perfect way to kickstart your week! Enjoy! As always, thanks for your love and support, y'all!

This week's episode on Heidi's Lane was so special because I had my son, Cash, join me for a heartfelt conversation about Christmas traditions, family dynamics, and navigating the holidays without Matix at home for the first time. We reflected on the bittersweet shift in our family as Matix embarks on his mission, and I got to share just how proud I am of Cash for stepping up as the big brother in his own unique way. From cozy traditions to a powerful lesson Cash taught me about seeing the good in every situation, this conversation was as warm and real as it gets. Here are the key moments from the episode: 2:00 Cash's Perspective on Family Conversations 5:18 Cash's Exercise to See the Good in Challenging Situations 13:20 Christmas Eve Traditions 18:45 Why Christmas Morning Feels Special 31:00 Christmas Without Matix 35:09 The Impact of Family Roles Shifting 50:51 Single Parenting During the Holidays Connect with Heidi:Website: https://heidipowell.net/ Email: podcast@heidipowell.net Instagram: @realheidipowell Facebook: Heidi Powell YouTube: @HeidiPowellNet Train with Heidi on her Show Up App:  https://www.showupfit.app/

TODAY'S ROSARY for SUNDAY, DECEMBER 29, 2024  - Glorious Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC TRADITIONAL ROSARY by THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS - Glorious Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC Experience a calm and reverent rosary including offertory prayers for each mystery, prayer for Our Pope, prayer to St. Michael the Archangel and Guardian Angel prayer.   Featured Song Title: I Saw Three Ships (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Go Tell It on the Mountain (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Auld Lang Syne (Piano Version)   Artist: Megan Wofford May this Rosary become a faithful companion to your prayer life. Additional prayer tools at www.rosarywristband.com !!! SUPPORT OUR 2ND CHANNEL !!!  COMMUNION OF SAINTS 2 features a FEMALE VOICE (my lovely wife Rea)  https://youtu.be/8v2u3Sbhh4I?si=7CbWIGvgxquvNNQM **NEW**  30 MINUTE TRADITIONAL ROSARY - GLORIOUS SUNDAY - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/v-gX7p-QznQ SPOKEN ONLY VERSION: 17 Minute Rosary - Sunday - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/LFcRgq2cQRA MOST VIEWED SUNDAY ROSARY: Calm Music    https://youtu.be/1Fnoyv8EmO0 MOST VIEWED ONE HOUR ROSARY DEVOTION: Complete Rosary    https://youtu.be/rrNMRJ5oH-Q MOST VIEWED SLEEP ROSARY: 4 Hour Sleep Rosary    https://youtu.be/4a-uaEEJOF4 Have you joined our Membership?  For only $1.99 a month, you can directly help this channel grow:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLXCEpdy0etQAdEHB1z-oTg/join Or consider a donation through PayPal to help us continue creating quality content:  https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?business=CHerrera720037%40gmail.com&cmd=_donations¤cy_code=USD&item_name=Donation+to+The+Communion+of+Saints&return=https%3A%2F%2Frosarywristband.com%2Fhome Blessings, Chris - The Communion of Saints Email: chris@rosarywristband.com Simply, easy and quick rosary prayers for everyday recitation and reflection.   This collection of Catholic rosary videos in english serve as a daily devotion and feature calm background music and nature soundscapes.   Choose from audio only or follow along video with all mysteries: Joyful, Sorrowful, Glorious and Luminous.  Listen before sleep or any time for renewed focus and peace. “Together we pray” Visit rosarywristband.com for comfortable one decade rosaries. #Rosary #GloriousMysteries #CatholicMeditation #SundayRosary #todayrosary #todayrosaryinenglish

TODAY'S ROSARY for SATURDAY, DECEMBER 28, 2024  - Joyful Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC TRADITIONAL ROSARY by THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS - Joyful Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC Experience a calm and reverent rosary including offertory prayers for each mystery, prayer for Our Pope, prayer to St. Michael the Archangel and Guardian Angel prayer.   Featured Song Title: I Saw Three Ships (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Go Tell It on the Mountain (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Auld Lang Syne (Piano Version)   Artist: Megan Wofford May this Rosary become a faithful companion to your prayer life. Additional prayer tools at www.rosarywristband.com !!! SUPPORT OUR 2ND CHANNEL !!!  COMMUNION OF SAINTS 2 features a FEMALE VOICE (my lovely wife Rea)  https://youtu.be/8v2u3Sbhh4I?si=7CbWIGvgxquvNNQM **NEW**  30 MINUTE TRADITIONAL ROSARY - JOYFUL SATURDAY - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/8NCv89Qk4Zw SPOKEN ONLY VERSION: 17 Minute Rosary - Saturday - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/vv8l7xMAOmM MOST VIEWED SATURDAY ROSARY: Calm Music    https://youtu.be/ryTdYnt1eUI MOST VIEWED ONE HOUR ROSARY DEVOTION: Complete Rosary    https://youtu.be/rrNMRJ5oH-Q MOST VIEWED SLEEP ROSARY: 4 Hour Sleep Rosary    https://youtu.be/4a-uaEEJOF4 Have you joined our Membership?  For only $1.99 a month, you can directly help this channel grow:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLXCEpdy0etQAdEHB1z-oTg/join Or consider a donation through PayPal to help us continue creating quality content:  https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?business=CHerrera720037%40gmail.com&cmd=_donations¤cy_code=USD&item_name=Donation+to+The+Communion+of+Saints&return=https%3A%2F%2Frosarywristband.com%2Fhome Blessings, Chris - The Communion of Saints Email: chris@rosarywristband.com Simply, easy and quick rosary prayers for everyday recitation and reflection.   This collection of Catholic rosary videos in english serve as a daily devotion and feature calm background music and nature soundscapes.   Choose from audio only or follow along video with all mysteries: Joyful, Sorrowful, Glorious and Luminous.  Listen before sleep or any time for renewed focus and peace. “Together we pray” Visit rosarywristband.com for comfortable one decade rosaries. #Rosary #JoyfulMysteries #CatholicMeditation #SaturdayRosary #todayrosary #todayrosaryinenglish 

TODAY'S ROSARY for FRIDAY, DECEMBER 27, 2024  - Sorrowful Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC TRADITIONAL ROSARY by THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS - Sorrowful Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC Experience a calm and reverent rosary including offertory prayers for each mystery, prayer for Our Pope, prayer to St. Michael the Archangel and Guardian Angel prayer.   Featured Song Title: I Saw Three Ships (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Go Tell It on the Mountain (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Auld Lang Syne (Piano Version)   Artist: Megan Wofford May this Rosary become a faithful companion to your prayer life. Additional prayer tools at www.rosarywristband.com !!! SUPPORT OUR 2ND CHANNEL !!!  COMMUNION OF SAINTS 2 features a FEMALE VOICE (my lovely wife Rea)  https://youtu.be/8v2u3Sbhh4I?si=7CbWIGvgxquvNNQM **NEW**  30 MINUTE TRADITIONAL ROSARY - SORROWFUL FRIDAY - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/fZE1UwFbRE0 SPOKEN ONLY VERSION: 17 Minute Rosary - Friday - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/KyCey-qH-lA MOST VIEWED FRIDAY ROSARY: Calm Music    https://youtu.be/tcryvk5IlmY MOST VIEWED ONE HOUR ROSARY DEVOTION: Complete Rosary    https://youtu.be/rrNMRJ5oH-Q MOST VIEWED SLEEP ROSARY: 4 Hour Sleep Rosary    https://youtu.be/4a-uaEEJOF4 Have you joined our Membership?  For only $1.99 a month, you can directly help this channel grow:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLXCEpdy0etQAdEHB1z-oTg/join Or consider a donation through PayPal to help us continue creating quality content:  https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?business=CHerrera720037%40gmail.com&cmd=_donations¤cy_code=USD&item_name=Donation+to+The+Communion+of+Saints&return=https%3A%2F%2Frosarywristband.com%2Fhome Blessings, Chris - The Communion of Saints Email: chris@rosarywristband.com Simply, easy and quick rosary prayers for everyday recitation and reflection.   This collection of Catholic rosary videos in english serve as a daily devotion and feature calm background music and nature soundscapes.   Choose from audio only or follow along video with all mysteries: Joyful, Sorrowful, Glorious and Luminous.  Listen before sleep or any time for renewed focus and peace. “Together we pray” Visit rosarywristband.com for comfortable one decade rosaries. #Rosary #SorrowfulMysteries #CatholicMeditation #FridayRosary #todayrosary #todayrosaryinenglish

We're taking a look back at one of Maggie's favorite episodes from last year where she invites us all to believe in the magic of the holiday season. Follow on Instagram: @metimewithmaggie Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

TODAY'S ROSARY for THURSDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2024  - Luminous Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC TRADITIONAL ROSARY by THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS - Luminous Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC Experience a calm and reverent rosary including offertory prayers for each mystery, prayer for Our Pope, prayer to St. Michael the Archangel and Guardian Angel prayer.   Featured Song Title: I Saw Three Ships (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Go Tell It on the Mountain (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Auld Lang Syne (Piano Version)   Artist: Megan Wofford May this Rosary become a faithful companion to your prayer life. Additional prayer tools at www.rosarywristband.com !!! SUPPORT OUR 2ND CHANNEL !!!  COMMUNION OF SAINTS 2 features a FEMALE VOICE (my lovely wife Rea)  https://youtu.be/8v2u3Sbhh4I?si=7CbWIGvgxquvNNQM **NEW**  30 MINUTE TRADITIONAL ROSARY - LUMINOUS THURSDAY - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/3FsR8I6WiTs SPOKEN ONLY VERSION: 17 Minute Rosary - Thursday - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/S6fNrAPjf2M MOST VIEWED THURSDAY ROSARY: Calm Music    https://youtu.be/73Z7rRx6dnM MOST VIEWED ONE HOUR ROSARY DEVOTION: Complete Rosary    https://youtu.be/rrNMRJ5oH-Q MOST VIEWED SLEEP ROSARY: 4 Hour Sleep Rosary    https://youtu.be/4a-uaEEJOF4 Have you joined our Membership?  For only $1.99 a month, you can directly help this channel grow:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLXCEpdy0etQAdEHB1z-oTg/join Or consider a donation through PayPal to help us continue creating quality content:  https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?business=CHerrera720037%40gmail.com&cmd=_donations¤cy_code=USD&item_name=Donation+to+The+Communion+of+Saints&return=https%3A%2F%2Frosarywristband.com%2Fhome Blessings, Chris - The Communion of Saints Email: chris@rosarywristband.com Simply, easy and quick rosary prayers for everyday recitation and reflection.   This collection of Catholic rosary videos in english serve as a daily devotion and feature calm background music and nature soundscapes.   Choose from audio only or follow along video with all mysteries: Joyful, Sorrowful, Glorious and Luminous.  Listen before sleep or any time for renewed focus and peace. “Together we pray” Visit rosarywristband.com for comfortable one decade rosaries. #Rosary #LuminousMysteries #CatholicMeditation #ThursdayRosary #todayrosary #todayrosaryinenglish

TODAY'S ROSARY for WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 25, 2024  - Glorious Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC TRADITIONAL ROSARY by THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS - Glorious Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC Experience a calm and reverent rosary including offertory prayers for each mystery, prayer for Our Pope, prayer to St. Michael the Archangel and Guardian Angel prayer.   Featured Song Title: I Saw Three Ships (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Go Tell It on the Mountain (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Auld Lang Syne (Piano Version)   Artist: Megan Wofford May this Rosary become a faithful companion to your prayer life. Additional prayer tools at www.rosarywristband.com !!! SUPPORT OUR 2ND CHANNEL !!!  COMMUNION OF SAINTS 2 features a FEMALE VOICE (my lovely wife Rea)  https://youtu.be/8v2u3Sbhh4I?si=7CbWIGvgxquvNNQM **NEW**  30 MINUTE TRADITIONAL ROSARY - GLORIOUS WEDNESDAY - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/r2tCG5QM1_o SPOKEN ONLY VERSION: 17 Minute Rosary - Wednesday - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/KyCey-qH-lA MOST VIEWED WEDNESDAY ROSARY: Calm Music    https://youtu.be/1Fnoyv8EmO0 MOST VIEWED ONE HOUR ROSARY DEVOTION: Complete Rosary    https://youtu.be/rrNMRJ5oH-Q MOST VIEWED SLEEP ROSARY: 4 Hour Sleep Rosary    https://youtu.be/4a-uaEEJOF4 Have you joined our Membership?  For only $1.99 a month, you can directly help this channel grow:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLXCEpdy0etQAdEHB1z-oTg/join Or consider a donation through PayPal to help us continue creating quality content:  https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?business=CHerrera720037%40gmail.com&cmd=_donations¤cy_code=USD&item_name=Donation+to+The+Communion+of+Saints&return=https%3A%2F%2Frosarywristband.com%2Fhome Blessings, Chris - The Communion of Saints Email: chris@rosarywristband.com Simply, easy and quick rosary prayers for everyday recitation and reflection.   This collection of Catholic rosary videos in english serve as a daily devotion and feature calm background music and nature soundscapes.   Choose from audio only or follow along video with all mysteries: Joyful, Sorrowful, Glorious and Luminous.  Listen before sleep or any time for renewed focus and peace. “Together we pray” Visit rosarywristband.com for comfortable one decade rosaries. #Rosary #GloriousMysteries #CatholicMeditation #WednesdayRosary #todayrosary #todayrosaryinenglish

TODAY'S ROSARY for TUESDAY, DECEMBER 24, 2024  - Sorrowful Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC TRADITIONAL ROSARY by THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS - Sorrowful Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC Experience a calm and reverent rosary including offertory prayers for each mystery, prayer for Our Pope, prayer to St. Michael the Archangel and Guardian Angel prayer.   Featured Song Title: I Saw Three Ships (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Go Tell It on the Mountain (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Auld Lang Syne (Piano Version)   Artist: Megan Wofford May this Rosary become a faithful companion to your prayer life. Additional prayer tools at www.rosarywristband.com !!! SUPPORT OUR 2ND CHANNEL !!!  COMMUNION OF SAINTS 2 features a FEMALE VOICE (my lovely wife Rea)  https://youtu.be/8v2u3Sbhh4I?si=7CbWIGvgxquvNNQM **NEW**  30 MINUTE TRADITIONAL ROSARY - SORROWFUL TUESDAY - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/xuBcmbi8XKM SPOKEN ONLY VERSION: 17 Minute Rosary - Tuesday - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/KyCey-qH-lA MOST VIEWED TUESDAY ROSARY: Calm Music    https://youtu.be/tcryvk5IlmY MOST VIEWED ONE HOUR ROSARY DEVOTION: Complete Rosary    https://youtu.be/rrNMRJ5oH-Q MOST VIEWED SLEEP ROSARY: 4 Hour Sleep Rosary    https://youtu.be/4a-uaEEJOF4 Have you joined our Membership?  Starting at only $1.99 a month, you can directly help this channel grow:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLXCEpdy0etQAdEHB1z-oTg/join Or consider a donation through PayPal to help us continue creating quality content:  https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?business=CHerrera720037%40gmail.com&cmd=_donations¤cy_code=USD&item_name=Donation+to+The+Communion+of+Saints&return=https%3A%2F%2Frosarywristband.com%2Fhome Blessings, Chris - The Communion of Saints Email: chris@rosarywristband.com Simply, easy and quick rosary prayers for everyday recitation and reflection.   This collection of Catholic rosary videos in english serve as a daily devotion and feature calm background music and nature soundscapes.   Choose from audio only or follow along video with all mysteries: Joyful, Sorrowful, Glorious and Luminous.  Listen before sleep or any time for renewed focus and peace. “Together we pray” Visit rosarywristband.com for comfortable one decade rosaries. #Rosary #SorrowfulMysteries #CatholicMeditation #TuesdayRosary #todayrosary #todayrosaryinenglish

TODAY'S ROSARY for MONDAY, DECEMBER 23, 2024  - Joyful Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC TRADITIONAL ROSARY by THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS - Joyful Mysteries - CHRISTMAS MAGIC Experience a calm and reverent rosary including offertory prayers for each mystery, prayer for Our Pope, prayer to St. Michael the Archangel and Guardian Angel prayer.   Featured Song Title: I Saw Three Ships (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Go Tell It on the Mountain (Guitar Version)   Artist: Roots and Recognition Featured Song Title: Auld Lang Syne (Piano Version)   Artist: Megan Wofford May this Rosary become a faithful companion to your prayer life. Additional prayer tools at www.rosarywristband.com !!! SUPPORT OUR 2ND CHANNEL !!!  COMMUNION OF SAINTS 2 features a FEMALE VOICE (my lovely wife Rea)  https://youtu.be/8v2u3Sbhh4I?si=7CbWIGvgxquvNNQM **NEW**  30 MINUTE TRADITIONAL ROSARY - JOYFUL MONDAY - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/6UX8ObKpb3A SPOKEN ONLY VERSION: 17 Minute Rosary - Monday - SPOKEN ONLY https://youtu.be/vv8l7xMAOmM MOST VIEWED MONDAY ROSARY: Calm Music    https://youtu.be/ryTdYnt1eUI MOST VIEWED ONE HOUR ROSARY DEVOTION: Complete Rosary    https://youtu.be/rrNMRJ5oH-Q MOST VIEWED SLEEP ROSARY: 4 Hour Sleep Rosary    https://youtu.be/4a-uaEEJOF4 Have you joined our Membership?  Starting at only $1.99 a month, you can directly help this channel grow:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLXCEpdy0etQAdEHB1z-oTg/join Or consider a donation through PayPal to help us continue creating quality content:  https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?business=CHerrera720037%40gmail.com&cmd=_donations¤cy_code=USD&item_name=Donation+to+The+Communion+of+Saints&return=https%3A%2F%2Frosarywristband.com%2Fhome All music in this video is licensed thru Epidemic Sound Publishing. Blessings, Chris - The Communion of Saints Email: chris@rosarywristband.com Simply, easy and quick rosary prayers for everyday recitation and reflection.   This collection of Catholic rosary videos in english serve as a daily devotion and feature calm background music and nature soundscapes.   Choose from audio only or follow along video with all mysteries: Joyful, Sorrowful, Glorious and Luminous.  Listen before sleep or any time for renewed focus and peace. “Together we pray” Visit rosarywristband.com for comfortable one decade rosaries. #Rosary #JoyfulMysteries #CatholicMeditation #MondayRosary #todayrosary #todayrosaryinenglish

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Deck the halls, load up on hot cocoa, and prepare to defend your gingerbread house champion title (looking at you, Jaj). This week on Good As New, we're diving into all things Christmas—whether you're wrangling kids or just indulging your inner child. From driving to see over-the-top holiday light displays to ice skating your way into the Nutcracker fantasy, we've got festive traditions and brand-new ideas to sprinkle some extra magic into your holiday season.Bake cookies, binge Christmas classics, and argue over which Christmas movie is supreme (hint: this new one is super POPULAR and may DEFY GRAVITY). Remember: the holidays are as sparkly and spectacular as you make them—so grab the glitter and let's get merry!Hug Your People, and Then Hug Them Again Find us here: Instagram Website Tiktok Our latest merchandise DROP

This week, Stassi is back with C-O-Lo, sharing all the big moves as the podcast joins the Podcast One family! After a rare three-day social marathon and juggling 24/7 parenting duties with Messer's unpredictable nap schedule, Stassi dives into her fabulous night at Mariah Carey's “Christmas Time” tour show—she was there for all the holiday vibes, and every song was perfection. Then, they talk about  “nepo-babies” (they're here, deal with it!) and Stassi breaks down her unforgettable look for the Wicked premiere—and why it might just be the best movie ever. From Martha Stewart's effortlessly iconic doc to Blake Lively's latest fashion slay and Ryan Reynolds' surprisingly “serious” side, they wrap up a magical weekend filled with glam, gossip, and everything in between! This episode is sponsored by: Nutrafol - First month's subscription and free shipping at Nutrafol.com and enter promo code STRAIGHTUP. Caraway - Visit Carawayhome.com/STASSI10 for up to 20% off your next purchase. Limited-time offer. Chime - Open your account in 2 minutes at chime.com/ STASSI . Lightbox - New customers get 10% off their first order on lightboxjewelry.com. Use code STASSI10. Thrive - Go to ThriveMarket.com/stassi for 30% off your first order, plus a FREE $60 gift!