a present for Santa Claus

It was a quiet evening on St. Nicholas Day and a young woman was sitting in front of her Christmas tree, surrounded by twinkling lights and the scent of fir branches. But this year she had thought of something special – she wanted to surprise St. Nicholas himself. “Who is actually giving him presents?” she thought with a smile as she put her idea into practice.

With a touch of playfulness and a mischievous grin, she took 24 special selfies. She appeared in a festive mood in each of them: sometimes dreamily in front of the tree, sometimes wrapped up in her soft red blanket, sometimes with a mischievous smile that could make even Santa Claus blush. Sometimes showing little and sometimes showing more skin. Each picture told her message: joy, warmth, lust and passion and a little secret that only she and Santa Claus would share.

She put the pictures in a golden box, tied a big white bow around them and wrote a note: “For Santa Claus – because you deserve to be surprised too.” With a pounding heart, she placed the box under the tree and waited.

Shortly before midnight, she heard the gentle ringing of a little bell, followed by a deep, familiar “Ho Ho Ho!”. Her cheeks glowed as she saw Santa Claus – tall and imposing in his red coat – enter the living room. His eyes lit up in surprise when he discovered the box under the tree.

“What have we got here?” he mumbled and opened the present. As he looked at the pictures, a faint smile spread across his face. But then, at the particularly cheeky pictures, his cheeks flushed. He looked over at her, his eyes sparkling with joy and perhaps a little embarrassment.

“This is… really a surprise,” he finally said as he gently closed the box. “I’ve never received anything like this before.” He cleared his throat and smiled mischievously. “I’ll keep these photos safe – I’m sure they’ll get me through many cold nights.”

The young woman laughed softly and he stepped closer. “You’ve really made me very happy,” he said warmly. “But you know what? When I’ve finished with all the presents tonight, I’ll come back. Because someone who has so much heart and imagination deserves me to take a little more time.”

With a wink and a little bow, he disappeared through the door, leaving her with red cheeks and a pounding heart. Her pulse raced as her thoughts revolved around Santa’s magic wand.

The idea of soon holding the large magic wand of the strong, powerful Nicholas in her hands, feeling his magic, caressing him tenderly, awakening his pulsating energy with her body and lips and experiencing him with all her senses and full devotion sent a wave of tingling anticipation rushing through her body. With a soft sigh, she let herself sink onto the soft, golden sofa. The silky surface felt cool under her fingers, while the warmth of the moment enveloped her completely. Her knees felt soft and her breathing quickened. A soft smile played around her lips as she savored the anticipation – the anticipation of the magic this evening would hold.