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Holiday Naughties
Holiday Naughties
Holiday Naughties
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Holiday Naughties

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A collection of short and naughty holiday stories with that special Mistress Mirabell twist. A little something for everyone from classic to new. Seven great stories in one collection.

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Release dateDec 9, 2012
ISBN9781301864034
Holiday Naughties
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Mistress Mirabell

I am a storyteller with a little twist... I am currently sharing creative adult fiction known as erotica. Check out both my collections as they start becoming available mid may... Fayte's Fancies... erotica based on classic fairy tells you heard as a child Troll Tales... erotica with a supernatural twist that allow you to walk on the dark side

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    Holiday Naughties - Mistress Mirabell

    Holiday Naughties

    Written by Mistress Mirabell

    Copyright 2012 by Mistress Mirabell

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    May your personal Holiday choice bring you all the best in the next year and the next after that. I am so grateful for all my fans old and new who have started this adventure with me. So whether you are still enjoying the ride or have just climbed aboard; enjoy a bit of naughty fun! And Merry Christmas to my amazing family that puts up with all the craziness that goes with having a writer in the house. You make it all possible and make my world complete. I love you all!

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    Table of Contents

    On a Night Before Christmas

    Chasing Frost

    A Christmas Tree Angel

    How the Bitch Tried to Steal Christmas

    Christmas Dinner

    Punishing Santa

    A Meeting and Mistletoe

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    On a Night before Christmas Poem

    Based on the original poem A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clark Moore

    On the night before Christmas, all through the red light house

    Not a person stirring, not even drunk Clause.

    Her stockings were smoothed about her leg with care

    In the hope that her lover soon would be there.

    The whores were sleeping and alone in their beds

    While dreams of sugar daddies strolled in their heads.

    But Madam was dressed, drinking on a night cap,

    Waiting for a long winter's night and maybe a nap.

    When down in the parlor there raised such a chatter,

    That she sprang to the hall to yell What's the matter

    She was standing at the stairs in a flash,

    Her lips parted and ready to give a tongue lash.

    The moon gleamed on the breasts of a new girl

    Giving strange lust to everyone there below.

    No wandering eye, all waited, for what should appear

    But her sweet lil bush and gleaming lips so dear.

    Being fingered with hands so lively and quick,

    More rapid than Joe's big moment she came

    As down the stairs Madam shouted and yelled the whore's name!

    "Now damn it young Sissy! Put away the goods you Vixen!

    One moment now! No payment means no Blitzen!

    You can't stand there letting them all eyeball!

    Now dash it all! Shows over! Get gone you all!

    But the wine and the show made emotions fly,

    Everyone's trousers were full as the moon in the sky.

    So to the working girl and madam they all flew,

    With cocks full and twitching, and hands ready too.

    And then the whore lay down, offering proof

    That she was too drunk to know money from hoof.

    The madam drew in a sigh, and was turned round

    Down on the first John she began to go with a bound.

    She was soon covered with hands, from head to foot,

    And both women were covered with cum and even some soot.

    As every guy there tried to cum on her rack

    And a few of them boys a big old toy did they pack.

    Their eyes, they all twinkled! How they made merry!

    The Madam and the new girl for free, it was cherry!

    The girl enjoyed the whole thing, dressed in only a bow,

    And the madam was well ridden, it was some show.

    She wondered how it happened, grinding her teeth,

    When on the mantle she saw a bottle stuck in a wreath

    On the label a man with a little round belly,

    And she laughed so hard, that her legs became jelly!

    He had set this all up, that right jolly old elf,

    And Madam admitted that she had enjoyed herself!

    And later in her room while giving him head,

    She would make sure Kringle paid her the bread

    No matter the fun or wine that was drunk, this was work,

    If he thought she would do it for free then he was a jerk

    From the now sticky floor she rose,

    And up to her bedroom where he lay in a dose!

    He woke when she entered, and looked with a whistle,

    Apparently those boys where all thick as a thistle.

    But had had not expected that every man in sight,

    "Would get a free taste of his mistress this night!

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    Chasing Frost

    Natalie pulled the curtains to the side and stared out at the slowly ebbing night. The air was cool and crisp but there was no sign of white on the grass or any of the exposed surfaces. This was the third time this week that there had been no frost when she woke. She let the curtain fall closed and wandered back to her bed. It was time to move again.

    She made her bead and went to the closet, pulling out the large battered suitcase that she always kept ready. She had been moving every few weeks for almost eight long years now. Chasing winters edge from place to place always arriving just before the snow but after the start of fall. She lived in a perpetual world of autumn and chilly nights.

    Natalie packed lightly; barely adding anything to what was already in her suitcase. She would more than likely find herself back here at some point and there was no use lugging everything around if she

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