Story 10: It’s the Holiday Season ... Ho Ho Ho!

Jenna adjusted her sunglasses against the relentless Los Angeles sun while cruising down Ventura Boulevard. Amid the usual blur of billboards advertising luxury cars and Netflix shows, a peculiar sign caught her attention: “Santa’s Village: Private Consultations with Santa Claus! Book Now!” She laughed. Santa Claus? In LA? The sign featured a jolly Santa seated in an oversized chair with a golden “Private Consultations” banner overhead. It was absurd, but also intriguing.

She couldn’t help herself. Pulling over, she snapped a picture of the sign and dialed the number listed.

A cheerful elf-like voice answered. “Santa’s Village! Would you like to book a private consultation with Santa?”

“Uh ... sure,” Jenna said, feeling silly.

“Wonderful! We have an opening today at three p.m ... Don’t forget your wish list!” Before she could think better of it, Jenna confirmed the appointment.

At precisely three p.m., Jenna arrived at Santa’s Village, tucked into a converted warehouse in the Downtown Arts District. Twinkling lights framed the entrance, and holiday music played softly in the background.

Inside, the air was filled with the comforting scent of pine and gingerbread. A female elf in green tights escorted her to a cozy room. There, seated in a throne-like chair, was Santa Claus himself red suit, white beard, and all. He looked exactly like he’d stepped out of a holiday card.

“Jenna!” Santa boomed, his voice warm and inviting. “Welcome! Come, sit!”

She hesitated, then sat on the plush chair opposite him. “So ... what’s this all about?”

Santa leaned forward, his blue eyes sparkling. “This isn’t about toys and chimneys. My consultations are for people who need a little magic in their lives, and guidance for the path ahead. So, tell me, Jenna, what’s on your mind?”

She stared at him, skeptical. But something about his presence made her feel oddly safe. The words tumbled out. She talked about recent difficulties at work, her failed attempts at certain personal relationships, and her longing for a life with more meaning.

“I’ve had my fair share of lovers over the years, but most of them are ... plain. They’re nice guys, don’t get me wrong, but they just don’t do it for me.”

Santa listened intently, his expression thoughtful and non-judgmental. “I know what you mean,” he said gently. “Sometimes we crave something more special in our lives. Something that sets our hearts racing and makes us feel truly alive.”

Jenna nodded eagerly. “Exactly!

Santa listened patiently, nodding. When she finished, he rang a small golden bell that sat on the arm of his throne. A moment later the cute female elf came strolling in. She skipped away, bells jingling, and returned with a small white china cup.

She handed the cup, decorated with Christmas Trees and Reindeer to Jenna. “This is for you, from Santa,” she chimed in a cartoonish voice, placing it in her hands.

It was warm, and it smelled inviting “Hot Cocoa?” Jenna asked, confused.

“Not just Cocoa,” Santa proclaimed. “A small token of the Christmas Spirit,”

She looked down at the cup. Steam rose from the surface of the mocha-colored liquid. The odor of chocolate mixed with peppermint wafted up to her, closing her eyes, Jenna sighed.

“Thank you, Santa,” she said, her voice cracking slightly.

“Go on,” he urged with a wink. “The magic only works if you take a sip.” Jenna sipped the delicious drink but didn’t notice at first, the slight bitter aftertaste of the peppermint. She took another sip anyway. A moment later she felt a sudden warmth spread through her body.

At first, it was just a pleasant tingling sensation in her fingers and toes. But within moments, it had escalated to a full-blown arousal. Her nipples hardened beneath her sweater, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second.