Maryanne and Freddie’s holiday festivities include extremely arousing explorations of anal as they celebrate Christmas and ring in the new year in a delightfully debauched manner.

I awoke early on Christmas morning. I couldn’t help it. I’m twenty-five, but the magic of this special day still manages to excite me. Unlike the Christmases of my youth, however, my wishes on this occasion were decidedly more adult-oriented.

Freddie, my husband of two years, lay snoozing beside me. I propped myself up on my elbow and watched him sleep. We’d set up a Christmas tree by the wall opposite the bed, and its colorful lights bathed Freddie’s face in a romantic glow. Feeling a tug at my heartstrings — and my libido — I brushed his lips lightly with my own. He stirred a little, but he went... Read More