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THIS IS NOT A DRILL: Santa Claus himself joins us on Ep. 185. You won't believe what we learn from (and about) Old Saint Nick. Once Santa signs off, we deliver you some pitches for wine-centric Hallmark holiday classics. Somebody get us a movie deal...
Happy Spooky Holiday Wednesday, dear friends! We've got a Christmas spectacular for you this year! Kala talks about Mari Lwyd. This is essentially a creepy hobby horse used for drunken caroling. It's every ex goth kid's Christmas dream! Then Brittany tells the tale of Père Fouettard. This French Anti-Santa travels along with Old Saint Nick punishing naughty children. He basically looks like Santa, but kinda dirty and in black instead of red. An ex-goth kid's Christmas dream. And we end the whole episode sharing some spooky Christmas Reddit stories that are sure to have you closing the blinds before you crawl into bed on Christmas night. We hope you all have a safe and happy holiday!
Merry Christmas all you ghouls! A Christmas comic that's also a horror comic? Yes! Mart has brought a fun book with him and in this episode we get talking right on about holiday cheer and Death posing as Old Saint Nick! A fun time will be had by all, so you'd better not be naughty or Santa Mart will get you in your dreams! As usual, if you'd like to leave any feedback for the show, you can contact me on Twitter @Billyd_licious or on the show's Facebook page. You can find Mart on most social media platforms @martgray and his awesome blog Too Dangerous for a Girl! Thanks for listening!
St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party. By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning. My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China. But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!! Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex. I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my "stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.” He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth. The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside. With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long. I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers. I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!! In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird. The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist. “Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!! The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick. After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden. Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.” With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered. Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!! I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself. After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth. What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!! As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.” He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end. Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon. I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.” I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!! That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!! He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!! I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage. I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!! In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!! There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me! I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again. When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed. Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!! Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!! Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!! By BR_imornery81 for Literotica
St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party. By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning. My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China. But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!! Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex. I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my "stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.” He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth. The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside. With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long. I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers. I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!! In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird. The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist. “Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!! The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick. After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden. Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.” With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered. Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!! I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself. After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth. What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!! As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.” He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end. Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon. I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.” I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!! That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!! He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!! I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage. I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!! In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!! There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me! I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again. When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed. Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!! Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!! Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!! By BR_imornery81 for Literotica
Santa! We know him! Rebecca and Shannon chatted with the delightful and hilarious Foss brothers about donating this year's city Christmas tree. Bruce and Steve share what led their family to donate the tree and about holiday season traditions, including helping out Old Saint Nick! Plan your trip to Great Falls: visitgreatfallsmontana.org
WELCOME TO THE MWSA PODCAST FOR FRIDAY, NOV 29th We begin with our weekly conversation with Mayor Jyoti Gondek. This time out, the Mayor tells us about the annual ‘Calgary Talks' Speaker series hosted at City Hall – and shares details on the main ‘points' of her “State of the City” address she presented earlier this week. Next - business owners across Canada are now racing to prepare for the Federal governments two-month GST break, all while juggling the demands of their busiest sales season. We spoke with Dan Kelly, President of the ‘Canadian Federation of Independent Business' who explained why retailers aren't as excited about the ‘GST Holiday' - as consumers are. Have your kids sent off their letters to Santa yet? Well, this year he might not get it through Canada Post….BUT….that doesn't mean your child won't have the chance to send their ‘wish list' to ‘Old Saint Nick'! We caught up with Alan Kerr, Founder of “EmailSanta.com” to hear details on the unique website he created that's been making holiday dreams come true for over 25 years!
In this hilarious episode, Dale and Brian provide some unintended comedic relief in their ongoing legal battle. Returning to California in search of a new attorney, the brothers recount a memorable day spent meeting with three different law firms.True to their claim of always finding fun in any situation, Dale and Brian share the comical stories that emerged from all three meetings. From encountering an attorney who resembled Old Saint Nick to accidentally crashing a Christmas party, this episode is filled with laughter from start to finish.Tune in now and enjoy the show!Episode Highlights: The counteroffer.Santa Claus is an attorney?The swanky law office.Crashing the Christmas party.Links Mentioned in Episode/Find More on ForeverLawn:www.foreverlawn.comImpact Without Limits Instagram: @impact_withoutlimitsForeverLawn's Instagram: @foreverlawnincDale's Instagram: @dalekarmieBrian's Instagram: @bkarmieGet Grass Without Limits HereVisit our show notes page HERESubscribe to Our Newsletter HERE
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A gift from the archives with Intern Vince, a classic "Lyric or Lie", a new silly song from Kevin + a call from Old Saint Nick himself! Merry Christmas!
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St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party. By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning. [[MORE]] My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture. Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China. But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!! Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex. I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my “stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.” He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth. The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside. With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long. I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers. I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!! In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird. The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist. “Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!! The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick. After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden. Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.” With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered. Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!! I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself. After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth. What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!! As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.” He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end. Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon. I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.” I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!! That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!! He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!! I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage. I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!! In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!! There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me! I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again. When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed. Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!! Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!! Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!! By BR_imornery81 for Literotica
St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party. By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning. [[MORE]] My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture. Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China. But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!! Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex. I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my “stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.” He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth. The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside. With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long. I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers. I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!! In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird. The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist. “Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!! The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick. After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden. Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.” With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered. Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!! I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself. After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth. What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!! As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.” He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end. Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon. I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.” I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!! That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!! He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!! I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage. I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!! In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!! There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me! I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again. When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed. Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!! Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!! Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!! By BR_imornery81 for Literotica
St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party.By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning.My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China.But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!!Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex.I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my “stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.”He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth.The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside.With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long.I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers.I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!!In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird.The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist.“Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!!The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick.After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden.Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.”With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered.Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!!I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself.After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth.What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!!As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.”He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end.Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon.I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.”I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!!That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!!He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!!I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage.I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!!In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!!There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me!I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again.When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed.Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!!Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!!Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!!By BR_imornery81 for Literotica
St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party.By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning.My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China.But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!!Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex.I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my “stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.”He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth.The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside.With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long.I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers.I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!!In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird.The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist.“Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!!The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick.After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden.Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.”With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered.Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!!I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself.After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth.What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!!As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.”He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end.Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon.I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.”I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!!That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!!He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!!I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage.I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!!In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!!There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me!I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again.When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed.Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!!Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!!Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!!By BR_imornery81 for Literotica
Have you ever wondered how old Santa Claus is? Or where he came from? It turns out this is an extraordinary year to ask these questions - because December 23, 2023 marks the 200th birthday of Old Saint Nick! In An Act of Genius, we tell the fascinating story behind the birth of Santa Claus. We also introduce a shocking controversy about the chubby bearded man that has raged for over a century...and RPA looks to finally put it to rest.Support the show: https://redpilledamerica.com/support/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Did you know there was actually a real Saint Nick? Join 10 year old host, Gloria, as she interviews Sheila Wilson, author of a new book The True Story of Old Saint Nick. If you've ever been curious about the legend behind Santa or wondered what it is like to write your own book, this is the episode for you! Don't worry kids. That's not educational! Own your copy here: https://a.co/d/i8hrpp2
On today's podcast, Troy, Spencer, and Elden talk about the fun “Fact of the Weak” which was about a French Artist who turned his cat into a drone. The Thought Dawgs also discuss the “Question of the Weak” which was: what did you think that everyone does, but later find out that NOBODY does?? They cover “This or That??” on today's episode which may have these guys making fun of inmates and having Old Saint Nick committing petty theft and arson. They play the game “Higher, Lower, or ‘Oh yeah, Taco Bell'.” They fished up the episode with a “Draft” of ‘professions you wouldn't want children to do'. Let us know who you thought won over on Facebook! Share the podcast with your friends and family so we can start taking over the world! Support the show
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Having discussed Santa showing up in Marvel and DC the last couple of years around this time, we finally branch out of the Big 2 and start looking at some of Old Saint Nick's appearances in other comic books. This year the focus falls on Savage Dragon, where Father Christmas is an important part of three issues. Warning: Not for younger listeners.
St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party.By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning.My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China.But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!!Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex.I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my “stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.”He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth.The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside.With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long.I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers.I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!!In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird.The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist.“Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!!The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick.After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden.Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.”With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered.Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!!I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself.After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth.What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!!As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.”He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end.Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon.I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.”I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!!That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!!He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!!I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage.I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!!In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!!There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me!I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again.When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed.Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!!Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!!Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!!By BR_imornery81 for Literotica
St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party.By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning.My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China.But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!!Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex.I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my “stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.”He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth.The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside.With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long.I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers.I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!!In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird.The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist.“Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!!The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick.After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden.Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.”With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered.Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!!I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself.After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth.What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!!As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.”He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end.Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon.I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.”I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!!That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!!He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!!I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage.I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!!In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!!There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me!I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again.When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed.Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!!Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!!Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!!By BR_imornery81 for Literotica
A sleepy Christmas classic about the origins of the Christmas tree. Listen to "JOY TO THE WORLD: The Untold Story of Old Saint Nick" by signing up for free at https://majikkids.com. When you join my free newsletter, every month I'll send you a story about something I've learned living here on the mountain along with some tips to help you get a better night's sleep and a little more peace during the day. You'll also get a free sleepy audiobook and a relaxing 30 minute recording of the creek behind my cabin when you join. Just go to https://www.listentosleep.com/blog/category/newsletter/. If the podcast helps you sleep, would you consider supporting it with $3 a month? You'll get two weekly episodes a day earlier with no ads or introductions and an immediate download of the Alice's Adventures in Wonderland audiobook. For another $2 a month, you'll get an extra story every week that's just for supporters. You can join or find more information at https://www.listentosleep.com/support/. You can also leave a tip or buy a shareable audiobook of the longer books I read on Listen To Sleep Plus. It's a great way to support the podcast and get some extra bedtime stories without a monthly subscription. Each one is available to own for just $5.50 as chapterized mp3s that will play on any MP3 player. You can find them at https://www.listentosleep.com/store. You can read this story (and other classics from the public domain) by downloading it for free at https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/5061. Sleep well.
Magic, Mistletoe, and Moaning, oh my! You must have all been extra naughty this year to deserve what you're about to hear. Finishing off 2022 strong with our longest, most unhinged, and chaotic bonus episode of all time. Buckle your belts and secure your Santa hats because Old Saint Nick is filling you with his holiday cheer and peppermint stuffing. You'll be ho ho ho-ing and oh no no-ing while we read Santa Claus is Going to Town On Me by M.L. Eliza.
Ho ho ho! A very merry Christmas to anyone who celebrates and a happy holiday season to anyone and everyone else! This months episode involves all things Yule- Yule cat, Yule lads, Yule log and more! There's drinking, feasts, wreaths, pine trees, Old Saint Nick, and a giant child eating troll woman in a hillside cave. So come celebrate Yule/Christmas/Winter Solstice with us and grab a sugar cookie latte or some spiked eggnog- sit back, relax and enjoy. Thanks to Dated (@illadvisedrecords) for permission to use Stuck In A Hole as our theme music! A huge thank you to all of you for listening! If you'd like to support the show, like, follow, subscribe, or leave us a review - it means the world! You can also check out our Buy Me A Coffee page, where we'll be updating info on upcoming shows and new opportunities to get involved! Follow us on Instagram @creepsncoffee and Twitter @creepsandcoffee, or send us a message with topics you'd like to hear us cover next at creepsandcoffee@gmail.com! :)
In this episode Jef, Josh and Brian hop up on Old Saint Nick's lap for another Holiday edition of the Forever Midnight Podcast! This time they checked out the new 2022 holiday horror movie "Christmas Bloody Christmas". The conversation as usual is all over the place touching on topics such as broken collar bones, Jef eventually becoming a cyborg, and the item most requested for a Christmas gift in 2022 the "Merkin". The Forever Midnight crew hopes you enjoy this little gift and wish you all a wonderful holiday season and a Happy New Year! (If you just wanna hear the movie conversation listen at 12:56)
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all who celebrate. If you are in joy during this season-keep it and spread it to others. However Christmas may not be as Jolly as Old Saint Nick. You may find yourself struggling in a world where you're expected to smile and be happy..............................................................................It's okay to not only not be okay but be honest about where you are. Maybe your title or those around you need you to be happy and that seems like pulling teeth you are not alone..............................................................................Christmas is my favorite holiday of all times and I am struggling at times from missing loved ones, figuring out my tolerance to be around others and more-you are not alone..............................................................................Today's drink of the day is The Grinch Cocktail....................................................................Blog to help you with holiday mental health and other resources ...................................................................You can follow me on social media as Toitimeblog and I wish you a safe, and peaceful holiday
Holidays got you down? Do you miss the old days filled with laughs, love and giving? So does jolly Old Saint Nick and his beloved Skull Crusher. So get back into the holiday spirt and have a bloody good time as the Spooky Boys cover the 2022 Christmas blood bath that is Violent Night.
Ho Ho Ho n'at Candy Killers! We're back, and just like Old Saint Nick, we've got a lil somethin for ya in our sack...Our movie sack! That's right, a double feature with the Joe Dante classic, Gremlins and the Jalmari Helander film, Rare Exports! So go roast your yule log, or whatever, and join us for this episode of Monster Candy Podcast!
This week's guest meditation guide is Dr. Angelo Dilullo. You can find his book Awake: It's Your Turn at https://www.amazon.com/Awake-Your-Turn-Angelo-Dilullo-ebook/dp/B094X5DLGX/ and his YouTube channel at https://www.youtube.com/c/SimplyAlwaysAwake. Listen to "JOY TO THE WORLD: The Untold Story of Old Saint Nick" by signing up for free at https://majikkids.com. In my free newsletter, I send you a story every month about something I've learned living here on the mountain along with some tips to help you get a better night's sleep and a little more peace during the day. When you join, you'll also get a free sleepy audiobook and a relaxing 30 minute recording of the creek behind my cabin as a gift. Just go to https://www.listentosleep.com/blog/category/newsletter/. If the podcast helps you, would you consider supporting it with $3 a month? You'll get two weekly episodes a day earlier with no ads or introductions and an immediate download of the Alice's Adventures in Wonderland audiobook. For another $2 a month, you'll get an extra story every week that's just for supporters. You can join or find more information about all the perks available to subscribers at https://www.listentosleep.com/support/. You can also leave a tip or buy a shareable audiobook of the longer books I read on Listen To Sleep Plus. It's a great way to support the podcast and get some extra bedtime stories without a monthly subscription. Each one is available to own for just $5.50 as a shareable mp3 that will play on any mp3 player. You can find them at https://www.listentosleep.com/store. Sleep well.
Though the shops seem to commence their yuletide spruiking earlier with each passing year, the Christmas period is fleeting. It begins to look a lot like Christmas when carollers stalk our shopping centres and actors in jolly red suits beckon little ones to approach and impart their festive wish list. Christmas is time to replay our favourite Christmas movies; to revisit that miracle on 54th street or relate to the Griswolds family as they navigate their stressful Christmas. It might mean your annual intake of plum pudding, egg nog; or that singular opportunity to pull a Christmas cracker. It's a merry time that beckons us to haul out the holy and to put up the tree, before our spirits fall … again! But in the worlds of the Broadway musical, Christmas is a setting, a period, a backdrop, a location, a moment; that is called upon to elicit an emotional engagement. STAGES was recently spinning some show tunes and was caught by the magnificent Christmas sequence (The Twelve Days to Christmas) in the jewel box musical, She Loves Me. A golden age musical that takes place over the Christmas period, providing an enchanting backdrop for the two protagonists to slowly realise that they are destined for each other. This show tune set off a challenge to compile a list of musicals that are set at Christmas time or feature a Christmas themed song. The show might even feature a scene set at Christmas time. The challenge became obsessive. Then it dawned that the the best source to seek out, to satisfy the search for Santas and snow in the show tune, would be none other than our favourite showbiz oracle, Tony Sheldon. Sheldon is one of our favourite Australian actors and theatre-makers. Show business is the family business and he has tread the boards on national and global stages for several decades. His respect, passion and investigation of the entertainment industry has equipped him with an infinite knowledge of all things show. So, the challenge to provide STAGES with a stocking stuffed with shows and show tunes celebrating and set during the festive season was met with the excitement of Old Saint Nick delivering toys on Christmas morning. This is the perfect episode to indulge as you wrap your gifts and get in the Christmas mood. We may be rushing things but deck the halls again now! Merry Christmas from Sheldy, and STAGES. The STAGES podcast is available to access and subscribe from Spotify and Apple podcasts. Or from wherever you access your favourite podcasts. A conversation with creatives about craft and career. Recipient of Best New Podcast at 2019 Australian Podcast Awards. Follow socials on instagram (stagespodcast) and facebook (Stages). www.stagespodcast.com.au
'Tis the season! Old Saint Nick has his passions and hobbies, but what about Mrs. Clause? In her own time she leads a very interesting and passionate life. But is it a life that the P.T.A. approves of her posting all over social media? How far will the parents and teachers of this world go to stop their children from being influenced by Mrs. Clause's provocative posts? Join Ronald and Matthais every week as they bring you the scoop behind the weirdest headlines from across the globe. Submit your own headlines to butthatsadifferentstory@gmail.com or @butthatsapod on Twitter to have it read on the podcast and expanded upon by Matthias and Ronald! Follow us on instagram https://www.instagram.com/butthatsapod/ Follow us on twitter https://twitter.com/butthatsapod Visit us at https://www.butthatsapodcast.com/ Written, Recorded, and Directed by Andrew Damitio and Dan Cabrera Music by Andrew Damitio
A classic story about how fairy tales grow out of reality, and how reality grows out of fairy tales. Listen to "JOY TO THE WORLD: The Untold Story of Old Saint Nick" by signing up for free at https://majikkids.com. When you join my free newsletter, every month I'll send you a story about something I've learned living here on the mountain along with some tips to help you get a better night's sleep and a little more peace during the day. You'll also get a free sleepy audiobook and a relaxing 30 minute recording of the creek behind my cabin when you join. Just go to https://www.listentosleep.com/blog/category/newsletter/. If the podcast helps you sleep, would you consider supporting it with $3 a month? You'll get two weekly episodes a day earlier with no ads or introductions and an immediate download of the Alice's Adventures in Wonderland audiobook. For another $2 a month, you'll get an extra story every week that's just for supporters. You can join or find more information at https://www.listentosleep.com/support/. You can also leave a tip or buy a shareable audiobook of the longer books I read on Listen To Sleep Plus. It's a great way to support the podcast and get some extra bedtime stories without a monthly subscription. Each one is available to own for just $5.50 as chapterized mp3s that will play on any MP3 player. You can find them at https://www.listentosleep.com/store. You can read this story (and other classics from the public domain) by downloading it for free at https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1597. Sleep well.
Bringing attention to the breath and sensations in the body can help us calm the mind. Listen to "JOY TO THE WORLD: The Untold Story of Old Saint Nick" by signing up for free at https://majikkids.com. In my free newsletter, I send you a story every month about something I've learned living here on the mountain along with some tips to help you get a better night's sleep and a little more peace during the day. When you join, you'll also get a free sleepy audiobook and a relaxing 30 minute recording of the creek behind my cabin as a gift. Just go to https://www.listentosleep.com/blog/category/newsletter/. If the podcast helps you, would you consider supporting it with $3 a month? You'll get two weekly episodes a day earlier with no ads or introductions and an immediate download of the Alice's Adventures in Wonderland audiobook. For another $2 a month, you'll get an extra story every week that's just for supporters. You can join or find more information about all the perks available to subscribers at https://www.listentosleep.com/support/. You can also leave a tip or buy a shareable audiobook of the longer books I read on Listen To Sleep Plus. It's a great way to support the podcast and get some extra bedtime stories without a monthly subscription. Each one is available to own for just $5.50 as a shareable mp3 that will play on any mp3 player. You can find them at https://www.listentosleep.com/store. Sleep well.
A classic fairy tale about a proud princess who learns the importance of humility. Listen to "JOY TO THE WORLD: The Untold Story of Old Saint Nick" by signing up for free at https://majikkids.com. When you join my free newsletter, every month I'll send you a story about something I've learned living here on the mountain along with some tips to help you get a better night's sleep and a little more peace during the day. You'll also get a free sleepy audiobook and a relaxing 30 minute recording of the creek behind my cabin when you join. Just go to https://www.listentosleep.com/blog/category/newsletter/. If the podcast helps you sleep, would you consider supporting it with $3 a month? You'll get two weekly episodes a day earlier with no ads or introductions and an immediate download of the Alice's Adventures in Wonderland audiobook. For another $2 a month, you'll get an extra story every week that's just for supporters. You can join or find more information at https://www.listentosleep.com/support/. You can also leave a tip or buy a shareable audiobook of the longer books I read on Listen To Sleep Plus. It's a great way to support the podcast and get some extra bedtime stories without a monthly subscription. Each one is available to own for just $5.50 as chapterized mp3s that will play on any MP3 player. You can find them at https://www.listentosleep.com/store. You can read this story (and other classics from the public domain) by downloading it for free at https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/37381. Sleep well.
It's the Christmas season, and Chip and James are definitely getting into the spirit of things. And by that, we mean they're angry, sticking their tongue places they shouldn't go, and making fun of the Swedes. Find out how a misdial got NORAD involved in Christmas, how Donald Trump became a movie star, and how Old Saint Nick was almost named Serdie Clerdy.
When we feel stuck, it can take courage to see things differently, and we can find that courage by opening our hearts. Listen to "JOY TO THE WORLD: The Untold Story of Old Saint Nick" by signing up for free at https://majikkids.com. In my free newsletter, I send you a story every month about something I've learned living here on the mountain along with some tips to help you get a better night's sleep and a little more peace during the day. When you join, you'll also get a free sleepy audiobook and a relaxing 30 minute recording of the creek behind my cabin as a gift. Just go to https://www.listentosleep.com/blog/category/newsletter/. If the podcast helps you, would you consider supporting it with $3 a month? You'll get two weekly episodes a day earlier with no ads or introductions and an immediate download of the Alice's Adventures in Wonderland audiobook. For another $2 a month, you'll get an extra story every week that's just for supporters. You can join or find more information about all the perks available to subscribers at https://www.listentosleep.com/support/. You can also leave a tip or buy a shareable audiobook of the longer books I read on Listen To Sleep Plus. It's a great way to support the podcast and get some extra bedtime stories without a monthly subscription. Each one is available to own for just $5.50 as a shareable mp3 that will play on any mp3 player. You can find them at https://www.listentosleep.com/store. Sleep well.
December 6: Saint Nicholas, Bishop c. Third–Fourth Century Optional Memorial; Liturgical Color: White Patron Saint of Russia, sailors, merchants, and children Santa Claus signed the Nicene Creed Traditions the world over are so embedded in the rhythms of daily life that their ubiquity goes unnoticed. Why a birthday cake with lighted candles? Why make a wish and then blow those candles out? The origin of this charming tradition is obscure. Why shake hands, toast by clinking glasses, cross fingers for good luck, or have bridesmaids? The sources of many traditions are so historically remote and culturally elusive as to allow diverse interpretations of their meaning. Today's saint is without doubt, however, the man behind the massively celebrated tradition of Santa Claus, the most well-known Christmas figure after Jesus and the Three Kings. Santa Claus' mysterious nocturnal visits to lavish children with gifts at Christmastime is not a tradition whose origin is lost in the mists of history. It is a tradition firmly rooted in Christianity. Little is known about the life of Saint Nicholas, besides that he was the Catholic Bishop of Myra in Asia Minor in the early fourth century. It is likely that he suffered under the persecution of Diocletian and certain that he later attended the Council of Nicea in 325. "Nicholas of Myra of Lycia" appears on one of the earliest and most reliable lists of the Bishops at Nicea. Some of the bishops at Nicea looked like soldiers who had just crawled off the battlefield; eyes gouged out, skin charred black, stumps for legs. These were the front-line torture victims of Diocelatian. The Emperor Constantine had called the Council, and when he entered the dim hall to inaugurate the great gathering, this colossus, the most powerful man in the world, dressed in robes of purple, slowly walked among the hushed and twisted bodies and did something shocking and beautiful. He stopped and kissed each eyeless cheek, each scar, gash, wound, and mangled stub where an arm had once hung. With this noble gesture, the healing could finally begin. The Church was free. The mitred heads wept tears of joy, and Saint Nicholas was among them. At his death, Saint Nicholas was buried in his see city. Less than a century later, a church was built in his honor in Myra and became a site of pilgrimage. And the Emperor Justinian, in the mid-500s, renovated a long-existing church dedicated to Saint Nicholas in Constantinople. In Rome, a Greek community was worshipping in a basilica dedicated to Saint Nicholas around 600. The church can still be visited today. These churches, and hundreds of others named for Saint Nicholas, prove that devotion to our saint was widespread not long after his death. When Myra was overrun by Muslim Turks in the 1000s, there was a risk that the saint's bones would disappear. So in 1087, sailors from Bari, Italy, committed a holy theft and moved Saint Nicholas' relics to their own hometown. In 1089 the Pope came to Bari to dedicate a new church to Saint Nicholas. And just a few years later, Bari became the rendezvous point for the First Crusade. Saint Nicholas was the patron saint of travelers and sailors, making him popular with the crusading knights. These knights, in turn, later brought the devotion to Saint Nicholas they learned in Bari back to their villages dotting the countryside of Central and Western Europe. Thus it happened that a saint famous along the shores of the Mediterranean became, in ways not totally understood, the source of gift-giving traditions that perdure until today in every corner of Europe. Legends state that Nicholas saved three sisters from lives of shame by secretly dropping small sacks of gold through their family's window at night, thus giving each a marriage dowry. Other legends relate that Nicholas secretly put coins in shoes that were left out for him. Nicholas' legacy of gift-giving became a Central-European and Anglo-Saxon expression of the gift-giving formerly exclusive to the Three Kings. Christmas night gift-giving in Northern lands thus slowly replaced the more biblically solid traditions of giving gifts on the Feast of the Epiphany, a custom more popular in Southern Europe and in lands which inherited its traditions. The antiquity of the Church means it has played a matchless role in the formation of Western culture, a role that no faux holidays or new “tradition” can replicate. Santa Claus has roots. He wears red for the martyrs. He dons a hat resembling a bishop's mitre. He often holds a sceptre similar to a bishop's crozier. And he distributes gifts to children in humble anonymity on the night of Christ's birth. Old Saint Nick, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, or Santa Claus is real, in one sense. In all likelihood, he signed the Nicene Creed. Our “Santa,” then, was an orthodox Catholic bishop who argued for correct teaching about our Trinitarian God. The gift of the truth was, then, his first and most lasting gift to mankind. Saint Nicholas, your service as a bishop included not only teaching correctly the mysteries of our faith but also generous and humble charity in alleviating the material needs of your neighbor. Help all of us to combine good theology with Christian action like you did.
Part three of Tagore's Nobel prize-winning book of poetry is the perfect thing to calm the mind as you drift off to sleep. Listen to "JOY TO THE WORLD: The Untold Story of Old Saint Nick" by signing up for free at https://majikkids.com. When you join my free newsletter, every month I'll send you a story about something I've learned living here on the mountain along with some tips to help you get a better night's sleep and a little more peace during the day. You'll also get a free sleepy audiobook and a relaxing 30 minute recording of the creek behind my cabin when you join. Just go to https://www.listentosleep.com/blog/category/newsletter/. If the podcast helps you sleep, would you consider supporting it with $3 a month? You'll get two weekly episodes a day earlier with no ads or introductions and an immediate download of the Alice's Adventures in Wonderland audiobook. For another $2 a month, you'll get an extra story every week that's just for supporters. You can join or find more information at https://www.listentosleep.com/support/. You can also leave a tip or buy a shareable audiobook of the longer books I read on Listen To Sleep Plus. It's a great way to support the podcast and get some extra bedtime stories without a monthly subscription. Each one is available to own for just $5.50 as chapterized mp3s that will play on any MP3 player. You can find them at https://www.listentosleep.com/store. You can read this story (and other classics from the public domain) by downloading it for free at https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/7164. Sleep well.
“Joy to the World” reveals the incredible chronicles behind the magical, merry man in red! Narrated by Santa himself, this exciting adventure retells who Old Saint Nick was and the journey he went on to discovering the greatest joy of all… the Joy of Giving! Joy to the World will capture your heart and imagination this Christmas season!
This must-hear message, was preached by Pastor James Knox of the Bible Baptist Church of Deland, FL, on Sunday evening, November 27, 2016. You may visit Brother James online, at jameswknox.com.
The holidays are here! And that means the stress many veterinary professionals feel is climbing faster than Old Saint Nick on his sleigh Christmas Eve! But it's not too late to prepare your clients and team and avoid some holiday stress. We've got a checklist of the top things you should do in your clinic before Thanksgiving! Hosts Dr. Ernie Ward and Beckie Mossor, RVT, share their most significant concerns (fears, anxieties, worries, you get it) about the 2022 holiday season. Dr. Ward worries that a "perfect storm of staff shortages, pet parent demands, and lack of emergency care" could brew a stress storm like never before. Beckie agrees. But more. Our duo dish on simple ways to get ahead of stressful interactions by deploying a client communication strategy. Beckie reveals her top tips to educate clients "before that Schnauzer's annual bout of pancreatitis strikes." You may want to jot some of these down (or at least ask your veterinary practice manager to do it). Viewfinders, are you worried about this holiday season in your vet clinic? Are you short-staffed? Do clients seem short-tempered? Share your thoughts and experiences on our social media! If you have questions or topics, email us at veterinaryviewfinder@gmail.com.
Hasbro revs their engines for a new Marvel Legends HasLab, but will the $350 project flame out before it even gets started? Plus, Ho Ho Ho Pimp! Fresh Monkey Fiction shares updated Santa photos, but Old Saint Nick isn't looking so jolly. And, finally, action figures that look like celebrities! Thanks Hasbro Selfie Series. You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I'm telling you why. It's The Reluctant Adult Podcast! Save 10% and get Free Shipping on in-stock items on Entertainment Earth https://ee.toys/TOYPOD TikTok @TheReluctantAdultPodcast Instagram @TheReluctantAdultPodcast Twitter @Reluctant_Pod Facebook Toy Sale Boat YouTube The Reluctant Adult Podcast Paul's Amazon Wishlist Bill's Amazon Wishlist
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It sure did look a lot like Christmas, we hope you enjoyed your holiday, and this week on the podcast we discuss The Year Without A Santa Claus (we know the irony not picking Santa Claus Is Coming' to Town) in our fourth and final week of our Santa Claus is coming to town month! All while drinking this month's cleverly named cocktail, The Old Saint Nick!!! Look out for new episodes every Monday, follow @poppourreview for all updates, click around our website www.poppourreview.com, and for drink recipes and exclusive content become a member of our Patreon at patreon.com/poppourreview !!! We do not own the rights to any audio clips used in the podcast.
Welcome to another week and another episode of quandaries and sundries. Welcome to the final day in the 12 days of holiday celebrations with the conclusions to yesterday's santa episode. I hope you have all enjoyed this fun ride we went on and I will be back in january. Have a wonderful holiday and I hope you enjoy. I would love to thank the talented and amazing Perrichan for my amazing artwork you see in my banner and my amazing logo, truly one of a kind artist. If you need a graphic designer or illustrator she is your women: https://linktr.ee/perrichan --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/van-masterson/support
Welcome to another week and another episode of quandaries and sundries. Time to kick off episode 11 in the 12 days of holiday celebrations with the first part in the santa special. I hope you all enjoy I would love to thank the talented and amazing Perrichan for my amazing artwork you see in my banner and my amazing logo, truly one of a kind artist. If you need a graphic designer or illustrator she is your women: https://linktr.ee/perrichan --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/van-masterson/support
It's warm in Texas and cold in Oregon, but Lucas and Jeff are determined to align themselves in holiday cheer to talk about 1980's Christmas Evil, a film praised by the likes of Joe Bob Briggs and John Waters. It's an early slasher, still glistening with 70s grime, and it follows the Taxi Driver-like descent into murder of a lowly toy factory worker. As a boy, Harry saw Mommy fucking Santa Claus and it made an impression. As a grownup, fed-up with corporate greed and naughty children, he takes up the mantle of Old Saint Nick and prepares to shower the nice with gifts and the naughty with death. Plus, the U.K. video nasty phenomenon, Stanley Kubrick and H.G. Lewis, Christmas horror movie recommendations, and Joe Pera Talks with You.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and this week on the podcast we discuss The Santa Clause, in our third week of our Santa Claus is coming to town month! All while drinking this month's cleverly named cocktail, The Old Saint Nick!!! Look out for new episodes every Monday, follow @poppourreview for all updates, click around our website www.poppourreview.com, and for drink recipes and exclusive content become a member of our Patreon at patreon.com/poppourreview !!! We do not own the rights to any audio clips used in the podcast.
Happy Holidays, hide ya kids! The fellas come through with well wishes for Christmas, spoilers about Old Saint Nick, and what bottles they plan on popping with friends and family. It's been a whirlwind of a 2021 and they want to wish all their listeners well with their families. They'll be dropping more joints for you before New Year hits! Stay Black and Keep it Brown. Instagram @dablackandbrownpodcast @my_government_name_is @agbk06 @delvinj33 Twitter @dablackandbrown --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/dablackandbrownpodcast/support
In this Christmas-y episode your nerdy hosts welcome back Guy Milks (Please Rewind, Dark Tower Radio, Get to the Podcast, RF4RM) to discuss the best and newest Christmas classic you probably haven't seen; 2020's Fatman. Mel Gibson is Santa Claus in an action packed story of redemption for Old Saint Nick who struggles to maintain the spirit of the season and a tale of revenge for a hitman and one particular entitled child who found his way onto the naughty list. So if you've already burned through Die Hard and Lethal Weapon this holiday season, give this episode a download and see if this film is worthy of your Cheer-a-thon. Guy Milks Twitter/Instagram - @mad_milks Dark Tower Radio and Please Rewind available wherever you get your podcasts! Podcast Social Media Facebook - Nerdnited Nations Podcast Twitter - @NerdnitedPod Instagram - @nerdnitednationspodcast Email - nerdnitednationspodcast@gmail.com Melissa Instagram - @missmelissan25 - @scribblesofawannabedrawer Jarrad Twitter/Instagram - @QCA_Mista_J
Today on the podcast we dive into the over-sexualization of Santa Claus through all those nasty Christmas songs, and what discover some uncomfortable truths about Old Saint Nick. Next we move into a sexy new Health Hacks segment fit for the holiday season about all the great gifts to get your family! Suggest topics for the show on our social channels or over on our discord! -Socials- Shapeless Media: Twitter.com/ShapelessMedia Tory: http://bit.ly/ToryTwitter Tyler: http://bit.ly/TylerTwitterSG Tay: http://bit.ly/TayTwitter Discord: https://discord.gg/78uGZZYhkz Instagram: instagram.com/ShapelessGaming Baseless Claims Facebook: facebook.com/BaselessClaims TikTok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdDtkUhr/ Starting a podcast? Go to www.poddecks.com and use code "SWORDWATCH" at checkout for 10% off your first order!
“Joy to the World” reveals – for the first time ever – the incredible chronicles behind the merry magical man in red! Who was Old Saint Nick when he was young? How did he become Santa Claus? How did Christmas really come to be? And how can YOU help keep the Spirit of Christmas alive? Majik Kids first feature length audio story, this exciting adventure is fun for the whole family. It will capture your imagination and open your heart to the greatest joy of all — the joy of giving. Listen to more magical stories for your magical kids at https://MajikKids.com
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and this week on the podcast we discuss the 1947 version of Miracle on 34th Street, in our second week of our Santa Claus is coming to town month! All while drinking this month's cleverly named cocktail, The Old Saint Nick!!! Look out for new episodes every Monday, follow @poppourreview for all updates, click around our website www.poppourreview.com, and for drink recipes and exclusive content become a member of our Patreon at patreon.com/poppourreview !!! We do not own the rights to any audio clips used in the podcast.
Ellen's got some letters from Santa to the pretty likable characters of While You were Sleeping. Rob's got letters from Old Saint Nick to some folks involved with Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. It's a bunch bird doo doo and charming 90s Bill Pullman this time on MMADF. Enjoy. At low-effort content—where okay is okay—we make stuff and share it with you to celebrate life with curiosity, creativity, and compassion...kind of...sometimes. You can contact us & buy our coffee mugs and things. And you can listen to our shows: Make Mine a Double Feature, where Rob & Ellen have a few drinks and tell each other movie stories in all kinds of ways—like backwards or in the form of letters or from the POV of a side character. Kid. Dad. Songs. Yeah!, where Rob & Felix talk about music. Trivial Television, where Ellen & Rob recap TV episodes while sprinkling in facts, fictions, and trivia questions. Booyah 90s Now, where Rob & Joe break down what it's been like to live under the influence of 90s media. Trading Up!, where Rob barely tries to learn how to trade stocks. Thanks for hanging out. Take care.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and this week on the podcast we discuss the movie Elf, in our first week of our Santa Claus is coming to town month! All while drinking this month's cleverly named cocktail, The Old Saint Nick!!! Look out for new episodes every Monday, follow @poppourreview for all updates, click around our website www.poppourreview.com, and for drink recipes and exclusive content become a member of our Patreon at patreon.com/poppourreview !!! We do not own the rights to any audio clips used in the podcast.
In this next Not so Christmas Special, The guys get into a discussion about Old Saint Nick and weather or not we should be teaching our kids about the harsh realities of life so early on or let their imagination run wild while they are young. So turn up the volume, grab a drink, relax and enjoy! Wishing everyone a safe and Happy Holiday 2020! Follow us on Instagram @ReflectivePerspective1 And remember, Keep your Perspective W I D E !
EPISODE BREAKDOWN00:00 - Intro05:12 - Are You Excited for Santa Claus to Visit?06:08 - My Mum's Childhood History with Christmas and Santa Claus08:25 - Rialto the Horse and his Memorable Christmas10:49 - When My Mum Stopped Believing In Santa Claus13:30 - When Did I Stop Believing In Santa Claus?17:18 - Christmas Memories27:48 - Visiting Santa Claus in Shopping Centres and Questions29:01 - Was I Ever Frightened of Santa Claus?37:00 - Belsnickel & Krampus46:34 - Christmas Shoes (Revisited)54:19. -Outro
Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!” Those are the words of Old Saint Nick, Santa Clause, Papa Noel, the big guy in red, the guy who goes around the world and brings happiness to kids everywhere, so long as their parents have money, but what do we really know about his reindeer who make the magic happen? Well, that is the topic of this podcast, let's talk about, today we are going to talk and learn about reindeer and caribou, nn this podcast we are going to learn about their appearance, the difference between male and females, their diet, and predators, but to kick it off we are gonna go over some facts about reindeer. This is episode 1 of 10 of my new segment on Canadian Wildlife. Today we are looking at the beautiful Reindeer or Caribou. We are going to learn English through a discussion about this magnificent animal. Remember, transcripts, courses, and lots more coming soon, make sure to sing up at https://englishwithronan.com/#newsletter
The legend of Santa Claus looms large this time of year. Advertisers and movie studios alike make untold sums of money off of our culture’s obsession with Old Saint Nick. What’s the real history behind this jolly character of Christmas lore? Is it ethical to teach our kids to believe in Santa Claus? Is it scientifically possible for Santa to fly around the world in a sleigh? Tune into this special holiday episode where Mike answers all these questions and more! You can be a cozy robot. You'll get access to our exclusive Discord, weekly private videos, and special events. Find out more at https://cozyrobots.com The Cozy Robot Show airs every Monday at 5pm Pacific / 8pm Eastern. You can watch live at https://cozyrobots.com/watch
More anticipated than the arrival of Old Saint Nick himself, its the Glass & Gill Show! If you are new to the Glass & Gill Show its a series that is normally recorded while these two buddies travel the globe together and enjoy an adult beverage after 2 days of performing on stage! But in these unique times we had to do it virtually and for the first time you get to Zoom in and see the shenanigans. So grab a festive brew and join us two because traditions are traditions. In this episode we share memories of Christmas past, stories of how we are both navigating the Covid crisis and a ton of holiday fun. We also discuss strategies we both used to pivot our business, navigated virtual training and somehow made it through the past 9 months. Who doesn't need a little comedy, laughter and heart felt banter? From Lance @lgp_inc and myself we want o wish each and every one of you a fantastic holiday season and all the best for 2021! Make sure you check out everything LGP at https://lgperformance.com/ from Remote Training to his new app! We would also like to thanks our amazing sponsors Perform Better @perform_better http://performbetter.com use code “GLASS15” at checkout to buy your Mace, Kettlebells and bands. MyTPI http://www.mytpi.com/certification/seminar-calendar for upcoming dates and event. Without them I wouldn’t be able to afford the time and produce the podcast to the level we do each and every week.
Ali and Sarah chat about Christmas - Elf on the Shelf, Santa, cookies - and a special guest appears at the door. Welcome to the Christmas Special, 2020. Can you believe we're almost at the end of the year!?
EPISODE 26 "Nick! Nick. it's awful! The other butlers... they suddenly burst into the lodge a-a-and they had guns!" "Oh my goodness! Are you hurt?" "No, I'm fine. But who knows what they'll do next!" "Ho-Hoh-No... The Christmas Spirit. They're after it." "After what now?" "Melissa... There are some things about me that you don't yet know. But, I guess I have no other choice but to tell you... I'm Santa Claus. Old Saint Nick." "Wow, I... I had no idea! This is all so sudden." "... Melissa, have you ever fired a gun?" "No?" "Well, there's a first time for everything." Words used: Santa Claus Yule Pickle Action movie Chew Follow us on Twitter! https://twitter.com/LetsMakePod Tristan (https://twitter.com/GlitchyTriPod) Madison (https://twitter.com/QuipsterRikuru) Thanks to Alex Rosetti for the use of their music for our intro/outro. https://twitter.com/albatrosssoup https://soundcloud.com/albatrosssoup Let's Make Something and A Christmas Pickle (c) 2020 Madison and Tristan Rowan All Rights Reserved If you wish to make use of A Christmas Pickle all we ask is that you properly credit us for the idea.
TW: sexual assault 'Tis the Terror December continues with SILENT NIGHT DEADLY NIGHT (1984), a movie marred with controversy and too much boobage. We talk about Old Saint Nick, nuns, and how trauma can make you really hot. Find us on Instagram and Twitter to join the Spooky Squad. Subscribe, Rate, and Review! Find Seynique here and here. Find Andrew here and here. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/wediefirst/support
In this episode, In trying to garner a little Christmas Spirit - I discuss the Bishop who gave out gifts and punched people in the face who became the model for Santa Claus (aka Old Saint Nick). Put that in your theological pipe and smoke it. And be nice.
You earbuds will pound their chests to stave off dangerous heart palpitations when Big Luck's homie for the last 30 years slams into the Virus Bunker and mainlines Big Luck's, ‘Ol Blue Eyes, and Chumahan's ears with tales of fame, branding, drugs and recovery, NICK LEO, the king of the road, who managed Jermaine Dupri, turns back time in the big drug wheel and talks about what it was like to party with Big Luck's in the early days, when the tsunami of hip hop was crashing on the beaches of sunset boulevard's rock scene, hear about giant bags of coke and rails that would scare the wheels off Amtrak, hear about socking fools, hear some Paulie B gems you've never heard before, robberies without lifting a finger, unwrap the special easter egg tale of a man who put a lot of meth in his ass and how he time traveled--and more! Unparalleled, unrivaled, unsettling, this Episode is the reason HLS is the #1 beloved Podcast Brand in the American Real. Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-hard-luck-show/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy
Part 2 of the Christmas episode, will our heroes figure out what is going on with this dreary place?We call ourselves Victory by Default. If you like it please let us know on our socials. For this campaign we are using 5th edition Dungeons and Dragons and using dndbeyond.com for our character sheets and books.Discord: https://discord.gg/RgNvfHInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/infinitysendgaming/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/infinitysendgamingTwitter: https://twitter.com/InfinitysEGFlux:Flux, was once a majestic world made up of peaceful inhabitants, lush seas, and wondrous places to visit. A world worth saving. While on the brink of an invasion; 5 wizards combined their efforts of will in an attempt to open an interstellar dimensional gate, to transport the planet to another plane. During the ritual, something went wrong. The massive amount of energy used to open the dimensional rift was dispersed and disrupted. Now the piece left of the world of flux is just a city known as Flux, empty of all of its people. Barely able to hold on to its small piece left of itself; the life force of the planet has the power to open dimensional rifts, and at will summon beings to its domain. The players characters will be "summoned" by the life force to its small piece of world in order to help undo the original damage that was done. In this world anything can happen, the life force will save it self at whatever the cost.A little about our setup. We have 5 dungeon masters that will be rotating depending on our play that week. Each of our sessions will be a one shot for that DM's story. Each DM is responsible for a wizard that was apart of the ritual. They also through their story will give a key to reverse the ritual to the party. Music provided by: https://josephmcdade.com/music
Santa Claus is one of the last living mythical figures. The image of the modern Santa is derived from a few 19th century children's stories, but the idea these were based on goes back hundreds, and very likely tens of thousands of years into the past of humanity. Also known as Father Christmas, Saint Nicholas, Saint Nick, or Kris Kringle, Santa is a legendary figure originating in Western Christian culture who is said to bring gifts to the homes of well-behaved children on the night of Christmas Eve (24 December) or during the early morning hours of Christmas Day (25 December). The modern Santa Claus grew out of traditions surrounding the historical Saint Nicholas (a fourth-century Greek bishop and gift-giver of Myra), the British figure of Father Christmas, and the Dutch figure of Sinterklaas (himself also based on Saint Nicholas). Some maintain Santa Claus also absorbed elements of the Germanic god Wodan (AKA Odin, Wotan), who was associated with the pagan midwinter event of Yule and led the Wild Hunt, a ghostly procession through the sky. Santa means "Saint" and Claus is short for "Nicholas." So it's easy to follow the evolution of the 4th Century, Turkish Bishop as his life became a story, and the myth became a symbol for good behavior, glad tidings, and warm gatherings. But, thanks to the author of Santa Sold Shrooms, Tero Isokauppila, the core ideas of Santa's character may have roots much deeper than even early Roman Christianity. Let's find out why Santa may have shamanic origins and a more magical past than the modern image of Old Saint Nick let's on. #Christmas #history #Santa #ASMR
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Does your belly look a little too much like Old Saint Nick? If you suffer from too much belly fat, what you eat is just as important as how you exercise. Increase protein and lower carbs Eliminate processed foods. Increase fiber intake Fiberous foods and capsules Add more water to your diet. Thank you for listening to the Staying Young Medical Minute! With all the mixed messages on health, you need information that you can use and that you can trust. Listen in as the experts discuss all topics health related. It's time to STAY YOUNG and stay healthy! Each week we tackle a topic and often with leading scientists, best-selling authors, and even your favorite celebrities! As a listener of our show, your input is important to us. Please take a moment to fill out this quick survey so we can serve you better - https://survey.libsyn.com/stayingyoung2 For more information on The Staying Young Show, please visit our website at www.StayYoungAmerica.com, and subscribe to the show in iTunes, Stitcher, or your favorite podcast app. You can also reach out to our host, Judy Gaman on www.judygaman.com for book purchasing, and speaking opportunities in your area!
Merry Christmas! Today Kelly and I are sharing some of our favourite holiday traditions and how we're prepping for Old Saint Nick! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and thanks for listening! // Say hi: Instagram: http://instagram.com/talktherapypod Email: talktherapypod@gmail.com kellybos.com kellybourne.ca
According to the Left Rudolph is gay, Disney says Old Saint Nick is a girl, the Hallmark Channel is bringing LGBTQ to Christmas, Baby It’s Cold Outside is ruined (as is flirting), and I’ll tell you why Santa can’t come to Church. Subscribe and leave a review! Join me for sassy stories on Instagram @ConservativeBabes -- www.instagram.com/conservativebabes/?hl=en Find my fire tweets on Twitter @ConservBabes -- twitter.com/conservbabes Subscribe & watch this episode on YouTube: -- https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCY7AqCy6mED9Hw34KlHw9Tg?view_as=subscriber Subscribe & watch on iTunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/deconstructing-the-culture-with-elisa-steele/id1438064951 Connect with me on FaceBook to make our friendship official! -- https://www.facebook.com/conservativebabes Feel free to email questions/angry letters anytime at ConservativeBabes@gmail.com
In episode 149, Tony & Eddie continue their holiday hi-jinx with a review of the new Disney+ original, Noelle (2019). Anna Kendrick and Bill Hader star in this refreshing new holiday flick that brings Christmas cheer, warmth and even some smart writing to the table. Kendrick is adorable here as the out of place, Noelle, searching for her brother (Hader) as he's fled the North Pole to avoid his birthright after their father, Old Saint Nick (yes the real one) has an untimely death. There's a great supporting class here. There's new takes on old holiday magic. There's adorable quips...and an annoying baby reindeer. There's a lot to love, but does it have it all? Will Noelle make it on Tony or Eddie's yearly Christmas much watch lists? Check out the episode to find out. The boys also sampled new brews from Fat Head's Brewing and Founders. There's more holiday brew reviews at the end of this week's episode so stick around for those and the boys' Untappd app scores.
Episode 17 describes the rich holiday traditions surrounding Saint Nikolaus day which is celebrated in many parts of the world. While this holiday and the wild traditions are not celebrated in the United States parts of it may seem familiar as Santa Claus is in fact derivative of “Old Saint Nick”. Brian and Vinz share their experiences with the cultural phenomenons and explore some of the interesting traditional ways in which the holiday is celebrated in Austria and Bavaria Germany.. From Krampus to Clausen and from Angels and Santa's little helper this is a very fun and entertaining episode. As always… thanks for listening. http://www.convinzed.com/ep17-st-nikolaus/
Welcome back after our little Thanksgiving break! This week we're onto the topic of Old Saint Nick and how the conversation of how we choose to celebrate the holidays can vary in different homes and cultures. We share our personal approaches to the fictional story of Santa Claus, (we both tend to air on the side of honesty with our children:) As well as how we have incorporated charity and the spirit of giving into our family values. Also! - the Waldorf approach to Advent or 'The coming of light' and celebrating and honoring our connectivity to other kingdoms of the planet has really captured both of our interest and imagination! Catch us chatting about all of it here!
This is the pilot episode of Virgin Talks! We hope you enjoy! In this episode we mainly talk about Saint Nicholas (Sinterklaas) and the games we've been playing! Sorry if the audio quality seems a little off, we're still tryna figure out how to set everything up correctly. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/virgintalks/message
In this lecture, we discuss (a) Virgil's professional and religious debt to Virgil, (b) Virgil's "Eclogue IV" and how it could be construed as a work of "Christian Prophecy"; and (c) we conclude with some Christmas Holiday themed examples of generosity and poverty: (1) the birth of Jesus (to Mary) in a manger on Christmas Day and (2) the Saint on whom "Old Saint Nick" is based: St. Nicholas of Bari. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/alexander-schmid9/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/alexander-schmid9/support
I sit down with the father of Christmas, the Jolly one, Old Saint Nick, Santa Claus himself Kris Kringle.
Come one, come all! And enjoy this year’s Hate Radio Christmas Day Spectacular! It’s safe to say that Kevin Spacey made the naughty list this year! Old Saint Nick has bad designs this holiday season, and he plans to use our naive infrastructure against us. EXCLUSIVE ELF WAX INSIDE: What is going on with Santa’s […]
In this episode, you'll hear Nicole and Jacqui discuss how tired we are, how our pets annoy us and how moms don't know everything. We also share stories of the origin of Santa Claus and also the Christmas Truce. Music by Jingle Punks
Merry Christmas Cinemapocalymaniacs!! This week the boys celebrate Christmas by discussing a VERY jolly film "Santa Claus" (1959) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVO4ZRpTiaw about Old Saint Nick squaring off with a demon from HELL named Pitch. They also discuss the KFC Firelog, unwanted houseguests, the new WW1 Doc, and Limewire Porn and what super Christian guys beat off to. All this and MUCH MORE on the PREMIERE Movie Review Podcast of the Post-Apocalypse!!! JOIN THE MILITIA!!!! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/cinemapocalypsenow/support
Join Mark Hurliman and Riley Blanton as they talk about the new starship spotted at Black Spire, the newest Mandalorian series casting details, and take a look at Lucasfilm’s new Star Wars Kids website and Youtube channel with the new short series Star Wars Galaxy of Adventures, all this and more. The Star Wars Report […]
On this week's episode, David and Anthony discuss Tiger's influence on the casual golf fan, Nick Saban is the hero we don't deserve, high schoolers hiring agents, David's Hot Take Minute!, and exciting NBA matchups. Also, amazon grifter children and goats to the slaughter. Be sure to keep listening for some bonus content you will NOT want to miss! Music provided by www.bensound.com Website - www.subjectivelycorrect.com Twitter - @subcorrect E-mail - subjectivelycorrect@gmail.com
Hero Obscura Episode #48 Santa Clause Today’s hero isn’t obscure. Not in the least. In fact, he’s known by all. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist. And how dreary a world it would be if he didn’t. Old Saint Nick. Father Christmas. Kris Kringle. Santa Clause. Today on Hero Obscura. ----------------- If you haven’t done so already, please review us on Apple Podcasts! Reviews are an important way to help listeners discover the show. www.itunes.com Look for our signal in the sky or simply follow us on Facebook! Also visit our www.HeroObscura.com for your FREE list of “The Top Superhero Lairs in Comics!”
It Begins! The 12 Pods Of Christmas! For day one, we will bring the holiday ch33r by finding out just who Old Saint Nick really is! #12PodsOfChristmas Opening theme is: Opportunity by Jamus Breed*Closing Theme is: Bucket by Jamus Breed* Leave us feedback on Itunes, Twitter: @g33kpod or @hugh_g33kpod and Facebook : Facebook.com/g33kpod or via email: contribute@g33kpod.com *Licensed exclusively to G33kpod Network by Dennis Johnston
[ORIGINS OF XMAS] December 25 is coming up, and everybody is getting geared up for their Baby Jesus celebration. However, Christmas is not the only wintry celebration to come in the month of December. Due to the winter solstice, December has always been host to a number of pagan festivals, and some believe the date of Christmas was chosen to offset the many, many pagan rituals of the time period, including Saturnalia and Natalis Invicti. Similarly, if you’ve ever heard of the Yuletide, then you’ve at least passively acknowledged a Norse tradition. The reason for the season, historically, outside of the Christian religion, has to do with the re-birth of the sun gods and the celebration of the returning of light to the world. The winter solstice represents the shortest day of the year, and getting the sun back is definitely a reason to celebrate. But today’s episode isn’t about Christmas, not really. It’s about a half-goat, half-demon who punishes all the bad little children of the world, so if you were naughty this year, perhaps you should put off listening until the dawn has lit upon a post-Christmas day. Yes, I’ll be talking about Krampus. [KRAMPUS OVERVIEW] Krampus is a “half-goat, half-demon” with long horns and killer beard whose name comes from the German ‘Krampen’ for claw. He is the dark yin to Santa Claus’s yang. While Saint Nick brings joy and happiness to the good children of the world, Krampus punishes the bad children in some pretty deviant ways. He is a myth figure in middle and eastern Europe, including Austria, Bavaria, Croatia, the Czech Republic, Hungary, Slovenia, and Northern Italy. Basically, anywhere in the Alpine Region, you’re bound to run into the horned goat creature. If you travel over to Iceland, you’ll find a whole host of these Santa figures, known as the Jolasveinar. There’s the ‘Door Slammer’, ‘The Window Peeper,’ ‘The Sausage Snatcher,’ and ‘The Doorway Sniffer.’ December 5 is considered Krampusnacht, which I assume translates to Krampus Night. On this night, he travels from house-to-house, like Old Saint Nick, and leaves bundles of sticks for bad children. Doesn’t sound that bad, huh? Like coal in a stocking. However, if Krampus deems the child to be bad enough, he might bag up the offending child and toss her in a river or take her straight on down to Hell and save himself the trouble of trying to redeem the little bastard. He is sometimes depicted as having one cloven goat foot and one human foot, perhaps to bridge the gap of his half-human, half-devil form. The chain he carries may be a vestigial holdover having to do with binding the devil and whatnot, but today it just makes for one hell of a terrifying legend. The next day, after Krampus has whipped or damned all the evil kids, is Nikolastaugh, or St. Nicholas Day. The Dutch name, Sinterklass, eventually became our modern Santa Claus. It was his job to bring presents to all the good little boys and girls who missed the wrath of Krampus. [HISTORY] Nicholas himself became popular in Germany in the 11th Century, and though it is unclear when, exactly, Krampus came to popularity, it goes back as far as pre-Christian times. He is believed to be the son of Hel from Norse mythology, but whether that is exactly true is anybody’s guess. Either way, he is totally a pagan symbol. By the 17th century, Krampus had been incorporated into Christian celebrations. Over the course of a few hundred years, he melded together with the Santa Claus myth to become something of a dark, violent companion to the fat old gift-giver. And just as the legend grew, so did the list of punishments bad ole Krampus would mete out. This next part comes from a site called The Robot’s Voice: According to a series of very popular 1800s postcards, Krampus enjoyed: ripping pigtails out, leading children off a cliff, sadistic ear-pulling, putting pre-teens in shackles, forcing children to beg for mercy, and throwing youngsters on an Express Train to The Lake of Fire (making no local stops). And then there’s my favorite: drowning children to death in ink and fishing out the corpse with a pitchfork. In fact, today people can participate in the Krampuslauf (Krampus Run) in which young men dress up and participate. Other festivals include people dressing up as the goat-devil and attacking poor, unsuspecting party-goers, usually chasing them down and beating them about the legs with the birch sticks Krampus is known to carry. I’m not sure if this is still true, but some homes in the Alpine region were known to leave the bag of birch sticks hanging on the wall all year as a reminder to be good, lest Krampus make his visit the next Krampusnacht.
To escape the chill of winter and get into the Christmas spirit, the members of the Scary Storytellers Society gather together indoors around the Yule log fire only to discover that an escaped mental patient is killing his way back home for the holidays, and he has enacted the Santa Clause giving him the powers of Old Saint Nick.
The holidays are once again upon us and the guys have decided to explore the shrouded history of Krampus the Christmas Devil! How did this diabolical sidekick to Old Saint Nick become so popular in Europe and why did he almost completely disappear from holiday festivities around the world? Check out this special holiday edition of History Creeps to find out!
Christmas time is fully upon us people! Man the battle stations, T-minus 6 days until Old Saint Nick is sliding down a chimney near you! If you need a companion during your last minute shopping expedition, never fear because Infendo Radio is on now! This week we talk about the surprise Kirby announcement marking his 25th anniversary, we dive deep into Nintendo Switch rumors, talk about the sadness that was the Yooka-Laylee Wii U cancellation, and order our Top 10 Wii U games list! This is most definitely an episode not to be missed! We would love for your voice to be heard on the show, so hit us up! Tweet us @infendo, or shoot an email to tips@infendo.com. Section Breakdown Kirby Concert - 3:01 Yooka-Laylee - 9:43 Pokémon GO - 18:48 Nintendo Switch – 26:25 Top 10 Wii U Games - 58:45 Infendo Change System - 1:59:50 Follow @Infendo @InfendoEugene @InfendoJustin @Mike_the_Poet
This week, a young saint in the making, Our Lady of Guadalupe, and the story of Old Saint Nick. All this and our picks of the week!
The Great Santa Claus Bank Robbery-An APB on Old Saint Nick! As a crispness fills the air and the scent of gingerbread begins to waft from the kitchen, one only has to pull on an ugly sweater and curl up with a tablet to find some old-fashioned, weird Christmas crime. And as always, Texas is as good a place to start as any. In 1929 banks in Texas fell victim to robbers almost daily, and it was with an eye to protect what was theirs that the Texas Bankers Association offered a reward of $5,000 to anyone who killed a bank robber in the course of a crime.
Old Saint Nick breaks off from the preparations for his perennial world tour and comes down the chimney to talk to Chris Skinner, who would like a Subbuteo cricket set and a pet honeybadger.
Live holiday music, Cleveland snow, hot drinks, friendly people, and Christmas stories - what more could you ask for in December? Come join Momentum as we talk about some of the most popular stories associated with the spirit of Christmas. Step into these stories with us and see what we can learn about God and ourselves. Any Sunday in December is a great week to show up for the first time...