Since Christmas is almost upon us, I’d like to take this opportunity to wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy and safe holiday season.
I’ve dropped the ball this year when it comes to organizing Christmas stuff. The 18th of December was #BakeCookiesDay, where presumably people get busy with Christmas baking. I thought back to how long it took me to make these different types of dough, to roll, cut, bake, cool, ice, ice in a different
In an effort to get into the spirit of the season, here’s some Christmas-themed stuff.
A kinky and romantic Christmas poem.
A Christmas book. Well, not really. Christmas is mentioned just the one time.
A Christmas excerpt from Kiss Me, Bite Me.
‘He looks like he wants to be the meat in our sandwich,’ I scoffed.
Melanie gave Sandwich Meat a look. It was a good look—one that made him swallow so hard we should have heard it all the way over at our table. I wasn’t good at giving out the come-hithers. I was too worried about what I’d do if the guy came over based on the promise those kinds of looks held. Melanie, on the other hand, had no qualms. I gave her a little kick under the table, not wanting to get caught up in her games.
‘Ouch. Right. Fine.’ She turned to me, once again giving me her full attention. ‘Anyway, back to Greg,’ she said without missing a beat. The poor guy over yonder, who’d just looked as if all his Christmases had come at once, was now looking like Santa had come down the chimney, kissed his Mommy, and then pissed all over his brand-new toys.
And finally, a Christmassy comment from one of my readers.
‘The lady writes steamy stuff! Well-written and well-constructed stories. Open-minded folks will enjoy her work. Give Sayara a read. You’ll enjoy the experience. Problem is, reading her works at Christmas time…will likely melt all your snow.’
Take care, folks, and enjoy the holidays.
All the best,
Sayara St. Clair.
