Naughty Christmas Phone Sex – Revenge Plan Gone Wrong – Part 1

This is going to have to start with a little bit of honesty, every year I have a new naughty Christmas phone sex fantasy. But after the Christmas morning I had last year, livid only began to describe how I felt this year. Thinking about the jolly bastard they call Saint Nick. I tried really hard all 2020 to be a good girl, well as good as Raven could possibly be. But when I woke up there was a pile of coal under the tree, I couldn’t believe it. Needless to say, this year I was out for revenge. If Santa thought I was naughty, then I was going to show him I was the naughtiest of them all.

For months I had been planning a fun little surprise.

When the big guy shimmies his way down my chimney like a fat dildo squeezes in my tight little ass, I will be waiting. Leather is a massive favorite of mine, so in honor of a little naughty revenge I wore a full red leather body suit. There was a zipper that went from my wet little pussy all the way up my abdomen past my belly button and over both of my perky little breasts till it sat just below my collarbone.

The only light in my living room was coming from my tree.

Christmas Eve was here and the snow had started to fall heavy. As I snuggled in on my couch to go over my plan once more, my mind drifted off to my most recent naughty Christmas phone sex fantasy. I must’ve dozed off because a little while later I heard a loud commotion on the roof. It was the sound of jingle bells and tiny little hooves. The anticipation was almost too much to handle, I could feel the adrenaline flowing through my veins. Finally, the confrontation I had been waiting for all year was about to happen. But when I saw who slid down my chimney, I almost fell, weak in the knees.

The first thought that crossed my mind was. “I am being robbed,” or, “I’ve been lied to all of my life.”

Before me stood a 6 foot tall, beyond model of a man. There was nothing jolly or round about this man. As I stood frozen in place trying to hold my ground as best as I was capable, he slowly walked over to me.as his coat drug across the floor. He wore it just as a King would wear long fur. Santa’s pants fit perfectly tight, right across his toned ass. I couldn’t help but feel intimidated as I tried not to look to the floor. His boots looked to be sleek, black, of the military style with a belt to match. Naughty Christmas phone sex had never made he this anxious. My heart raced I was sure that my body was trembling as I stood there.

Before I could even say a word, he was walking towards me and spoke with an authoritative tone. “Hello Raven, it’s past your bedtime, isn’t it?”

Almost ending it with a chuckle. Every plan I had of revenge went out the window. His face was aged, even a chiseled chin couldn’t hide that. But it was complemented by a crisp white beard very neatly trimmed to his neck. I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck as he commented on me being such a naughty girl, on his naughty list every year.

I hope you enjoyed reading part 1 of my naughty Christmas phone sex blog. Come back Friday to read part 2. If you can’t wait until Friday, you can purchase my audio blog and hear the ending with a few explicit details.

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