When Halloween and Christmas collide

Any resemblance with real persons and events is coincidental and not exactly coincidental ..

The time slice between October 31 and November 1 is well know around the world as Halloween. This is the night, when you can dress-up weird and party hard, without being considered as a freak. If you don’t wanna dress-up – just party and if you don’t wanna party – you suck! I’ve never seen someone in Bulgaria, walking from apartment to apartment dressed as a ghost or a monster, asking for “Trick or treat”. And especially, I’ve never seen anyone giving anything in this crisis…

Ianica definitely wanted to party! She was young, beautiful, her blood boiling, so she decided to join the common masquerade. Ianica would play a schoolgirl tonight. Pleated skirt, white knee socks, a shirt, a tie, playful pony tails and a book under her arm – she was looking fascinating indeed! The chick scored a few drinks in her apartment to warm up, got a cab and went straight to the club. Most of her buddies were already there. See, Toshko dressed up as a clown, Villi was an angel (even if she was not an angel at all!!!), Marian – policemen and Pafkata, Pafkata… Eh, this boy was the most original as usual – he was chasing the image of Dennis Rodman, I bet!

Dance, dance, dance. More drinks. And more dancing. And more drinks… She started getting tipsy and something in her panties started to warm. Yesss, the alcohol was always making her horny. Sipping a drink or two, she started imagining a cock penetrating deep inside of her. And if she drank more, it certainly happened. The schoolgirl started to look around the club for the strict teacher who would punish her with his pointer. But, unfortunately, there was no one disguised as a teacher on this party. She was wandering through the smokey, gloomy lightened space and her sight stopped on one very cute Santa with tattooed sleeves. He was tall, with dark hair, dark eyes and a lip piercing. And with these sleeves… he was definitely her type. Ianica decided to go and meet him, but before that it was time for another drink. She made her way to the bar, where she ordered a double gin&tonic and slowly tasted it. The girl felt the aromatic liquor bathing tenderly her throat and dazing her head. Yes, this Santa Claus certainly had to be hers tonight!

After few minutes, Ianica got some courage and headed to the dance floor, where she had seen her before-Christmas gift. The girl looked all over but he wasn’t there. Damn! “I hope that he will return soon”, she thought, and went to chat a little bit with Mila, who had transformed herself quite successfully into a Japanese geisha tonight. Ianica devoured this glass and ordered a new one. Now, she was feeling full of luck and it was time to fuck! The tipsy chick laughed at herself, starting to think in drunken rhymes, while close to her on the dance floor she noticed a red Christmas hat waving in rhythm. “Oh, he is back! This time I won’t miss him!” – the naughty schoolgirl thought.

She made her way to him and introduced herself. He said that he’s called Georgi and Ianica smiled “So Joro, huh…”. After few toasts she was already rubbing her ass against his hard cock, which was outlining under his tight jeans, she pulled playfully his hat, biting his lips.”I live alone, do you want to come over?” – the schoolgirl whispered naughty in his ears, while she ran her tongue through his ear. Within minutes both of them were already in a cab and after a few more – in her bed. The sex wasn’t anything special, she didn’t cum. “Another disappointment, why they always get so over excited when its time to put it in…” Ianica thought, but she was too drunk to make him a remark. After he cum and got out of her, she immediately fell asleep and swept away into the land of dreams.

She woke up from a strange feeling. Something slippery, wet and warm was moving through her panties and she started enjoying it. Ianica slightly opened her eyes and noticed that this thing was under her duvet and was diligently licking her. “Well at least he tries” – she thought and closed again her eyes relaxing. She failed to cum again and at some point it started to become annoying so the girl decided to uncover the duvet and enjoy the firm, tattooed body of her last night’s prey. She had never made out with Santa till now but on Halloween everything is possible! But when Ianica had turned the warm eiderdown, her eyes opened widely astonished! Not only that she was seeing that face for the first time, but it definitely didn’t belonged to the tattooed sexy guy, who she remembered from last night. Between her legs was the progressively balding head of a middle-aged man, accompanied by a hairy chest and a rounded beer belly.

Hey, sleeping beauty, did I woke you up?
Damn! Who the fuck are you?
I am Joro, but you can call me Santa Claus, yesterday we met in the club, you came to me and immediately took me to your house to fuck, don’t you remember?

The memories came to Ianica’s head as a lightening, stabbing a murky sky during a storm. Yeah! What a fool she was! She had messed up the Santa Clauses! She got upset and amused at the same time! So yesterday she noticed the cool dude and then she knocked herself out so much with the next drink that she saw another man dressed as Santa Claus and decided that he was the same! Then she brought him home and fucked him, so drunk, that she didn’t even realized that this one has nothing in common with the one that she saw in the beginning.

All kind of paradoxical idiocies happened to her all the time, but this one was definitely one of the most iconic. If the script-writers of “Sex and the City” knew her, the would probably tear out their work contracts.

Uncle Claus (Yes! This certainly suited him more!) had a huge hard-on and wanted to fuck her. Well what to do… She already done it once with him, and his tongue had prepared her well… Iana closed her eyes and imagined her lost Christmas mirage, while Joro slowly penetrated inside her…

After a few hours, while she was cleaning the last traces of her last night’s adventure, Ianica found a scrubby note. On it with a red market was written: “I’m The Nasty Santa! Please, spank me…”. “No, you were the wrong Santa” she thought and laughed. The self-irony is always a good thing. And the mistakes are rarely irreparable. Especially when you use condoms.