By the Garters, With Care

By Belle Fornix

Katie has an accidental erotic encounter with a certain Jolly Old Elf, but when that esteemed saint experiences Santas Interruptus before he's done with her, with a wink and a nod he casts a spell on her that ensures that her holidays will be happy henceforth.

Every carol she hears gets pornographic, she finds herself aroused by all things yuletide... and she feels like she's rapidly becoming a 'ho (ho ho).

Enjoy this 7500 word tale of sexy holiday joy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Belle Fornix
• Release date: Nov 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311505958

Belle Fornix

Belle Fornix is in her early 30s and has been writing erotica on the internet since before she was technically an adult. She alternates her time between her friends in Michigan and her family in Arizona. She is fascinated by the sensuality of lingerie, particularly vintage styles from the 1940s, 1950s, and 1960s—girdles, stockings, and gloves. She is a fan of well-written female characters with a lusty outlook, and while she is primarily heterosexual in her real life roles, her fantasy life—as portrayed in her stories—is mostly focused on other women.

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By the Garters, With Care

Copyright 2015 Belle Fornix

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Katie Merchant needed some holiday cheer. She could tell, because no one was supposed to be this grumpy on Christmas Eve.

She’d snapped at a perfectly innocent question Susie had asked her after she picked the kids up from the babysitter, and had to apologize for being such a big meanie. It had to do with having to work on the 24th of December, when darn near everyone else was having fun with their family, and she attempted to explain that to the kids without sounding too self-pitying. She also tried not to hate Kensington Tate for causing her to work nearly the whole holiday on that stupid set of slides... but she didn’t try all that hard.

Kensington had gone to Hal and asked if Katie could write the presentation, keeping Katie out of the decision loop altogether, with nary even the customary email. Hal, Kensington had reasoned, outranked Katie, and why go to the subordinate when you can talk to the boss directly? While Hal and his peers found this profoundly amusing, Katie objected to being treated like this on principle, and coworkers who ticked her off this way automatically got their Power Point slides downgraded. Kensington would get several strategically embarrassing typos to teach the little wench some humility.

She needed something to cheer her up and, as always, her kids did the trick; by the time she pulled into the driveway she felt much better, but there was still something missing. Colin would take care of that later tonight, she hoped. God knew she needed a man around for that, if nothing else...

* * *

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Xbox games and Dora the Explorer toys danced in their heads. Katie got halfway down the steps, then thought better of the idea, returning to lock the door to the kids’ hallway. She didn’t want any interruptions. Not tonight.

She made her way into the guest bathroom downstairs, where she kept an extra set of toiletries for nights when it just seemed too much of a pain in the butt to climb the steps and get into bed.

And for nights when you didn’t want the kids to hear you sobbing yourself to sleep a more honest voice inside her said. Damn you, Kevin, damn you and your stupid toy