Callie loves Barry…till he cheats on her. She breaks up with him and subsequently gets involved in an email relationship with a mystery man: Green Knight. Callie and “Green” are both involved in a local dog-lovers’ group, fighting City Hall. One day her mystery man invites her to a costume party. Will she finally get to meet the man she has been fantasizing about? Will he be a suitable romantic partner? Can she trust him not to cheat on her? Is there a happy ending in store for her? The heat ramps up starting with a tryst in a greenhouse as Callie and “Green” go at it surreptitiously, away from the other partygoers. Will they get caught? Can they see each other again after this? Do they have a future together?

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Again his tongue made contact with her clit, but this time, too, the contact didn’t last. She reached for his head in the darkness, found it, and tried to press him down against her mound. He fought free. It was clear he was determined to set the pace himself, and it was also clear that that pace was to be a slow, taunting, teasing one.
Now his tongue made a circle around her clit without ever touching the tip. Callie was in an agony of need. She groaned mightily and put her hand to her clit. Green firmly removed it and gave it a light slap as if to say, “Naughty! Naughty!” But he did resume his licking, and this time he left his tongue in place and slid it across her clit repeatedly. Using the raspy side of his tongue, he tantalized her clitty button with slow, measured strokes that were far less frustrating yet not fast enough to bring her to the orgasm she needed so badly.
She humped up and down, her fuck motions frantic and furious as she strove to get off, and finally Green took pity on her and got down to pleasuring her in earnest. Now his tongue zeroed in on her clitty and stayed glued to it. He drilled her clit with precision despite the way her body was jumping all over at the surging need that roiled through her loins. Her breath was short and shallow, her head rolled from side to side, and her fists beat a tattoo on the wooden flooring as she drummed it frantically. She was almost there.
“Don’t stop now!” she whispered, straining to reach her climax, and he stayed with it and didn’t stop, flipping his tongue rapidly across the very tip of her clit. She was rising higher and higher toward climax, gasping for breath now, straining to get off, desperate for the release of orgasm. And then she was there, tumbling over the edge as waves flooded her body. She relaxed, her fists uncurling, her toes uncurling, the taut muscles throughout her body letting go and going limp.

When Pam accepts a holiday job playing Mrs. Claus at the mall, she falls in love with the sexy Santa, but a woman picks him up after work every night. Pam builds fantasies but fears Ed is married and off-limits. Can her Christmas wish possibly come true? Then one night the woman doesn’t show up at the mall, and “Santa” Ed invites her out to dinner and asks her to drive him home. Over dinner, Pam learns some surprising facts, including who the woman really is, why Ed doesn’t have a driver’s license, and how Pam fits into his plans. Might she get her Christmas wish after all?

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On December 24th, Pam awoke with a sense of foreboding, then remembered the reason: Today was her last day of working with Ed…and a shortened day at that. Toyland would be closing at five sharp, the gig over for the year. Well, she would make the best of it.
She arrived even earlier than usual and was pleased to see that Ed was there early too. Reg himself let her in, instead of the assistant to whom he’d delegated the task after the first day. “It may be a mad last-minute rush,” he warned her. “Be prepared for anything.”
She was prepared for anything but never seeing Ed again. She was having trouble handling that prospect.
Ed himself seemed filled with a certain melancholy. “It’s over after today,” he said. “I’ve been peed on for the last time, gotten the last candy cane stuck in my whiskers…but, you know, I’m going to miss the little monsters.” He said it very fondly. “I’m going to miss you, too,” he added.
“I’m going to miss you also!” Pam blurted out with more emotion than she’d meant to show.
“Want to have dinner?” Ed asked. “We won’t get a dinner break today, but we get out at five. Would you allow me to take you to dinner? Dinner’s on me…but you have to do the driving.”
“What about Misty?” Pam couldn’t help but ask.
“Her sister is making a Christmas Eve afternoon party. I told Misty I’d find my own way home.”
“You don’t have a car?”
“I don’t have a license. I lost it last year.” A burning sadness sprang into his eyes and a shadow crossed his face. Pam wanted to ask how it had happened that he’d lost his license, but the sadness and the shadow persuaded her that the question would be inopportune. “If I spring for dinner, will you drive me home?”
“I would drive you home even if you didn’t buy me dinner.”
“But I want to buy you dinner! I don’t like the idea of never seeing you again.”
“It’s bugging the hell out of me too.”
There. She’d said it. In fact, they’d both said it…but where could things go from here? He was still a married man.