Holiday Tales Erotica Bundle

By Sally Bend

Whether you celebrate Christmas, Kwanza, Hanukkah, Yule, Solstice, Hogswatch, or Life Day, the holidays are a time for taking a chance on love.

Whether your tastes run more towards sweet transgender lesbian romance or gender-swap futa erotica, the holidays are a time for experimenting with kink.

Whether desire leads you into straight-to-gay first-time encounters or femdom sissy submission, the holidays are a time for coming out celebrations.

The Holiday Tales Erotica Bundle is nearly 45k words of romance and erotica (with a new story for 2023!) that’s equal parts sexy, silly, sweet, sensual, and sultry. For adult readers only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sally Bend
• Release date: Dec 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005158521

Sally Bend

Sally Bend is a nonbinary author, editor, and reviewer. Although shy and polite (she is, after all, Canadian), she loves to boldly and boisterously express herself through stories that bend the binaries of gender while exploring submissive sexuality.A lover of fetish, futa, feminization, femdom, and fantasy, she is most content when confined in a collar and corset. Oh, and she tends to have an affection for alliteration, in case you haven't noticed!When she's not curled up somewhere with a book and a bottle of Coke Zero, Sally can be found online at http://sallybend.com.

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Holiday Tales Erotica Bundle

Sally Bend

Published by Sally Bend at Smashwords

Copyright 2023 Sally Bend

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Table of Contents

Holly Daze: An Erotic Transgender Romance

Snow Globes and Candy Canes: A Sweet & Sexy Gender Swap Romance

Vanilla Frosting: Erotic First Time Romance

Wants and Wishes: Erotic Femdom Romance

Her for the Holidays: Lesbian Office Romance

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Holly Daze - An Erotic Transgender Romance

Roger grimaced, even as the sounds of ‘We wish you a Merry Christmas’ gave way to the crash of electric guitars and the cries to men in too-tight leather ‘Screaming, screaming for vengeance.’

They’d been piping insipid holiday crap into the elevator since the first day of November, and the only way he could deal with it was with headphones and heavy metal. It didn’t exactly do wonders for social etiquette, but most of the other early birds had gotten used to his sour quirks. After the first few days, they didn’t even bother trying to engage him in conversation.

Except for Bryan. That was Bryan with a ‘y’, as he introduced himself . . . every single goddamned time. He seemed to take a perverse pleasure in trying to seasonalize everyone around him, and Roger was a favorite target.

Fortunately, he wasn’t among the early risers this morning.

A verse and a chorus later, Roger stepped out of the elevator, his head bobbing up and down, entirely out of sync with the music everybody else heard. He deliberately averted his gaze from the nine-foot-tall Christmas trees in every corner of the lobby and pretended not to see the garland that hung low enough from the ceiling that he could almost - almost, but not quite - casually pull it down as he walked. What he couldn’t ignore was the security doors leading into the main office, which were entombed in shiny wrapping paper and a massive bow, making them look like a gigantic present, waiting to be re-gifted and opened every time somebody stepped inside.

To do that, of course, you had to swipe your badge into the card reader that had been reprogrammed to flash a green ‘Nice’ or a red ‘Naughty’ instead of the usual ‘ENTER’ or ‘PLEASE RETRY.’

He stepped through the doors and stopped dead in his tracks. It looked like Christmas had thrown up all over the office. The Sales and Marketing department, which had the cubicles closest to the doors, looked like a gingerbread village, topped with enough icing and candy to give a giant stage II diabetes. Beyond that, Payroll and Accounting were a sea of white, a village of goofy snowmen and badly reproduced ice queens from that Disney movie that, apparently, the office sheep just couldn’t let go of. Surrounding that, and stretching even further into the office, Public Relations had teamed up with both IT and Legal to form a massive Santa’s village, with reindeer perched on top of the cubicles, and an inflatable sleigh hanging from the ceiling.

Roger couldn’t see his own cubicle through the mess, but a feeling of dread lay heavy in his gut. Instead of heading down the center aisle between cubicles, he took the long way around, past windows that were so bedecked with snowflakes and fake snow that they hardly even served as windows anymore, and cautiously approached the end of the row.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

He yanked the headphones from his ears. There was the Reporting and Analysis team, all three cubicles, decorated to look like a massive nativity scene. He took a step closer and stared at the three wise men crowding his space. His fists clenched at his sides in an effort not to punch something. The tendons popped out of his neck as he clenched his jaw, resisting the urge the scream a string of very unseasonable curses. Roger took a second step and saw the end of the manger, sitting right where his filing cabinet should have been.

With a snarl, he spun on his heel and marched over to the row of executive offices. Without knocking, he stepped into the Senior Vice President’s office and all but slammed the door behind himself.

Good morning, Roger.

What the hell, Steve?

The other man smiled. His lips dripped condescension. Not sure I’m following you.

You know damned well what I’m talking about. My office.

The SVP nodded. A thin line of porcelain veneers showed through the crease of his lips. Yes, quite the coup. Your team is the centerpiece of the season. The heart of the holiday, as it were.

Take it down. He wasn’t falling for it. Any of it. Take it down, or I’ll take it down myself.

Now, that would be a mistake, Roger. Steve leaned back in his leather chair and brushed a speck of imaginary dirt off his silk suit. When he put his fingers together, he looked very much like the old yellow cartoon boss from Hell that he was. That’s the kind of thing that leads to disciplinary action, and which jeopardizes Christmas bonuses.

Listen. He tried to remain calm in the face of the older man’s baiting. I can deal with the rest of the office looking like the toy store at the mall. Hell, I could even suffer through a little snow and gingerbread on my cubicle walls. A goddamned nativity scene, though?

Ah, ah, ha. Language, Roger.

He had to stop himself from lunging across the desk. You know my feelings on the holidays, Steve. We have had this conversation. Turning my desk into a religious shrine is a deliberate dig, and I won’t stand for it.

Steve chuckled, but there was no humor in it. You are one person. You hardly get to dictate how an entire office operates.

Really? I could say the same for you. Before the SVP could even open his mouth, Roger launched into it. Two months ago, we stood here and had the exact same conversation, only from the other side. I’d done nothing more than tuck a jack-o'-lantern in the corner of my desk, and a witch’s hat on the corner of my monitor, and you - you, Steve, nobody else - you decided all by yourself that it was inappropriate and offensive to the whole office.

Your point?

That! Roger slammed his hand against the office window. It shook with a satisfying thrum. That is inappropriate and offensive!

I disagree. Steve stood up from his desk. His suit flowed with his movements like the blackest oil. How a man could be so starched and rigid within such luxury was a mystery. We are a Christian organization, Roger, and we believe in values. Values that include faith, and love, and peace, and goodwill towards men, not witchcraft and butchery.

Roger was so shocked, he laughed. A Christian organization? Really? Care to show me where that is in our mission statement? Our values? Our shareholder promise?

The old man came around the desk and opened the door. The red in his cheeks was the only sign of his anger. We’re done here, Roger. I suggest you take the day to think about your attitude.

Excuse me?

Get out. The SVP stepped close enough to overpower Roger with his cologne, but not so close that they touched. Go home and find the holiday spirit. Your desk will be waiting. He paused. Should there, by chance, be a Christmas miracle of some sort.

♥ ♥ ♥

A little over four hours later, Roger was sitting in a dimly lit steakhouse on the other side of town, waiting for a surprise lunch with a woman who might as well be a stranger, a friend from a social networking fetish site he’d chatted with, even flirted with, multiple times over the past year, yet never met in person.

A woman with whom he was absolutely infatuated, whether she knew it or not.

She was exactly the kind of woman he needed in his life, yet one who he had a hard time convincing himself he deserved. There was a spark between them. At least, he liked to think there was. But it was never easy for a submissive to make the first move. As much as he liked to beg and plead during their online sessions, he drew the line at asking her to cross a boundary she had not even suggested might be open to him.

Which made it even more of a surprise when she made the first move, having read his morning rant about the office.

Roger.

He leaped to his feet. A goofy smile immediately erased the day’s gloom from his face. Miss. I mean, Lady. Um, that is. Ma’am? He was babbling.

For her part, she just smiled and took his hand. Just ‘Kim’ will do. The pause was almost imperceptible, but he was listening for it. For now.

Kim. He regained some of his composure. Thank you for meeting with me.

As soon as they sat down, the waitress appeared. Miss Williams! So nice to see you again. Will it be your usual for lunch?

The dark-skinned goddess nodded politely. Her hair rippled with the movement, like a waterfall in the night. Yes, but I will just have water to start. We will save drinks for later.

Very good. The waitress made a note. For you, sir?

Kim answered for him. He will have the same, but please substitute his baked potato for steamed vegetables. With a wink across the table, she added, He’s just starting a new diet.

Got it. I’ll be right back with your water, Miss Williams.

Roger was a little taken aback. This was already turning out to be an interesting lunch. Um, thank you. He felt the warmth of his cheeks blushing. That was very, um, assertive of you.

Oh, you have no idea, Roger. With that, the smile left her face, replaced by a stoic sort of ebony composure. Pleasantries are for later. Right now, you are going to tell me everything that happened this morning. I will be making notes, and I will interject when I want more information. Her plump, purple lips thinned into a line. Do not pause, waiting for me to acknowledge or offer sympathy. This is an interrogation, not a conversation.

Roger did as she asked. He spent the next twenty minutes explaining what had happened at the office, going into the background details of Halloween when she asked, and repeating Steve’s words about it being a Christian office twice. He told the whole story a second time, and then a third, and was just starting on a fourth when the waitress appeared with their lunches. That was the only time the beautiful smile returned to Kim’s face, her pleasant greeting hiding just a hint of a tease as she instructed him to keep talking.

His lunch, she assured him, would wait.

There really hadn’t been much more to say at that point, and the fact that she set the laptop aside while she ate told him she was done taking notes.

She was subtly demonstrating her control of the situation, and he liked it.

That is enough. She put down her fork and pointed to his plate. Eat, while I work on your letter.

Thank you. As he carefully cut up his steak, taking tiny bites in case she had another question, so he wouldn’t be caught with a mouthful, Roger enjoyed just about the oddest lunch of his life. This was not at all what he’d expected when she suggested they meet, despite what she had said about being a labor and human rights lawyer. At most, he had expected a sympathetic ear and some friendly advice, but she was treating him like a client. It occurred to him to wonder what this might cost, but he ignored the thought.

It was a distraction he didn’t need, and one she didn’t deserve.

He was only halfway done with his lunch when the waitress returned, but Kim had her clear away both plates anyway.

Would you care for a drink now, Miss Williams?