Santa Jess’ Second Life Christmas Confessions

Santa Jess’ Second Life Christmas Confessions

Last Updated on: 24th December 2023, 12:59 am

Deep beneath the icy, shimmering North Pole, submerged in an area overlooked by prying eyes and curious reindeer, lay Santa Jess’s bar – “The X-Sisters Sex Bar“. The inhabitants of the North Pole don’t have a conventional notion of ‘day’ or ‘night’; however, under the perpetual aurora borealis, the golden hues of “The X-Sisters Sex Bar” were more or less a reliable source of schedule for the North Pole.

Santa Jess, unlike the typical image that the name may conjure, was in her mid 20’s, with spirited blonde hair and a spark in her blue and golden eyes that complemented her laughter. She had a vitality that was contagious and metallic, like the gleam of a freshly minted coin. Her bar was the reflection of her spirit – boisterous, welcoming, and notably special from the regular whore spots you’d find in this frost-bitten part of the grid.

Escorting might run in her veins, but Santa Jess had another, quite bizarre, yet sentimental duty every Christmas Eve. A mission that was baton-passed to her from an ancient family secret. Every 24th of December, she would journey around the world, not in a sleigh drawn by reindeer, but on her trusty, age-old, motorbike to deliver a slice of joy to the mischievous ones, or so-called “naughty” boys, all over the grid. She wasn’t just the good-time giver of the North Pole but of the world, one ‘naughty’ list member after another.

She loved her job, the way her mind blurred the lines between sinners and saints. Yet, the excitement she felt on Christmas Eve, the adrenaline rush that accompanied the revving of the bike’s engine and the countdown to midnight, was unmatched. It was the one night when anyone and everyone was allowed to bask in joy, no matter how many names were scribbled in the ‘naughty’ column of her list.

So, pull up a stool, order your favourite drink, and prepare for a Christmas tale unlike any you’ve heard before. The clock is ticking, the engine is revving, and Santa Jess, with her heart as warm as a perfectly brewed Irish coffee, is ready to embark on her annual venture. As she always said, “A night of good sex never hurt anyone. Now pass me that whiskey, it’s almost time to roll!”

Unwrapping Cassius’ Naughty Christmas in Second Life

Cassius, a burly man with a look that was down-right roguish, made a living by being the town’s mischief. He was a peppered personality, a soul so rambunctious that it had become as much a part of him as his quirks.

On this Christmas Eve, he was sprawled on his recliner with an empty bottle of whiskey, snoring loudly with his feet propped up on an equally worn-out ottoman. Against the fire’s dancing glow, the room glowed with an air of worldly fatigue, sharp in its contrast from the decorations he had mustered to put up.

At precisely midnight, the unmistakable jangle of bells pierced the silence as a gust of icy wind swept into the room, disturbing the slumbering embers in the fireplace. Cassius jerked awake, bleary-eyed and gawping at the silhouette now filling the arched entrance to the room.

“Santa Jess?” He mumbled through a haze of alcohol, rubbing his eyes for good measure.

“None other, Cassius,” she replied, her voice tinged with sin that rendered him speechless. Santa Jess was a vision with cascading blonde hair highlighting her shimmering blue eyes. She wore a suit of Christmas red with white fluff at the hems, but instead of the traditional bulkiness, her outfit clung to her curves. Her small skirt showcasing the smallness of her panties, adding an allure that the real Santa Claus certainly lacked.

“Let’s cut to the chase, Cassius. We both know you’ve been naughty,” she stated, making herself comfortable on his couch and helping herself to a glass of his expensive scotch.

He had never been at the receiving end of their town’s own Santa and yet, he watched, lips slightly parted as she sipped her drink, crossing her legs gracefully.

What’s the fun you’ve got in store for me, Santa Jess?” he asked, curiosity overcoming his initial surprise.

She reached over to him, nails scraping softly against his pants and unfastened the button, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips, “But let’s bring on the real fun, Cassius.”

She slid to her knees, her gaze never leaving his. A moan slipped through his lips and suddenly all he could feel was motion and heat, Santa Jess was all over him, devouring his hardened cock. He stuttered and groaned, Christmas had never quite hit him this way. The climax came with a rush, overwhelming him and leaving him winded.

Jess looked up, a streak of his hot dripping cum traced her lip. She winked at him, her laughter tinkling like bells. “Merry Christmas,” she said, as her figure dissolved into a cloud of white sparkle. “Enjoy your present,” echoed her dissipating voice, leaving him alone in the surreal afterglow.

Kyle Living his Second Life Christmas Fantasy

Kyle lived in the world of curiosities, of half-bitten fruits of knowledge and artistry. He was fascinated by Jess’s blog—her stories unfolded a world of lust, making her the unattainable queen in his daily fantasies. A very naughty boy, he thrived on stirring things up in every adult-themed sim that he could find. Santa Jess, with her yearly pleasantry visits, had never graced his presence despite his numerous attempts to catch her attention.

Tonight would change all of that.

The Christmas tree glowed in hushed emerald hues as the chime of 1 am echoed around his house. He had been about to retreat to his room when a gust of wind swept across the living room. A silhouette formed near the tree before revealing the much-desired Santa Jess. He had seen her in pictures, yet seeing her in person caused his breath to hitch. Kyle’s eyes went wide, as he blinked away his surprise, his heart pounding.

“Kyle,” she greeted, her blue eyes glimmering. Moving towards him with a grace that was purely hers, she slid onto his lap.

“Hohoho,” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Santa’s come to you, but in a bit of a role reversal.”

He gawked at her. It almost felt like a dream, the woman he had been pining for sitting on his lap now.

“And what do you want for Christmas, Kyle?” she asked, her breath warming his cheek.

“You,” he replied, uttering the truth that he had been nursing for more than a year now. The shock of his confession manifested in the silence that followed.

Then, Santa Jess chuckled, the sound gentle, clutching his hair as she leaned closer. “Very well, this Santa grants your wish tonight,” she stated.

Santa Jess adjusted her thong, a smooth slide to the side, while managing to pull down his zipper with a practiced hand. Her legs wrapped around him while his cock slid into her slippery wet pussy. Her body initiated a rhythm as old as time itself. With every move, she watched him—every flicker of his eyes, every roll of his tongue, every twitch of pleasure painted clearly on his face.

“Fuck yes, give it to Santa Jess,” she called out, her voice echoing in the Christmas-lit room. As the tension built, she felt him surge and finally, with a gasp, they hit the peak. The aftermath left her inner thighs sticky, traces of his warm cum marking her skin.

She looked him in the eyes, a sly wink leaving her eye just as she whispered, “Merry Christmas.” Her teeth grazed his ear, a playful bite before her figure vanished, leaving behind a cloud of shimmering sparkles.

The room fell into silence. As Kyle’s breath gradually returned to his lungs, he could still feel the ghost of her body. Christmas, he decided, had never been this amazing.

The Naughtiest on the List

Santa Jess, in her crimson outfit, traversed the world that night, dishing out her goodwill to her chosen champions of mischief. Her trip was the perfect combination of fun and debauchery, a reinvention of the usual Christmas traditions.

One after another, Jess worked her spell on the eager boys waiting for her touch. Their cocks felt the pleasure of sensual flurry, their bodies meeting with hers with the force of a jackhammer. Covered in their ‘Christmas sauce’, Jess was the living, breathing embodiment of every naughty boy’s Christmas wish.

House after house, from sundown till the first light, she smiled, she laughed, she sucked, she rode, she pleased, leaving trails of unforgettable Christmas stories. Her mischievous eyes would sparkle more every time the boys sighed her name as they flooded her soaked pussy in their seed.

As dawn tiptoed across the horizon, there remained just one last stop—her ultimate challenge. You, the naughtiest boy on her list.

With her ravishing gaze, she addressed you, her voice ripping your heart into a disoriented yet exciting mess. “You’re next” she whispered to the chilled morning air, “Get ready to taste the best of Christmas naughtiness.”

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