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about the body jewelry, another sign of his possession of her entire
being. Ever since then, Mara had enjoyed the constant arousal, along
with her desires for his cock between her nether lips. Now, they had each
other twenty-four/seven and he could not believe his good fortune.
 Jared! she cried out as he filled her.
 Do you have any belated Christmas wishes? he asked, thrusting
into her still.
 No, Santa, I have you.
 Merry Christmas, Mara.
 Happy New Year, Jared.
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ANN CORY
http://www.anncory.com
A Personal Assessment
A  Let s Make Waves Ocean s Mist Press contest winner
An Ocean s Mist Press Bestseller for October 2005
4 Cups! This is one of the most erotic short stories I have ever
read. -Reviewed by Kelley at Coffee Time Romance
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The Spirit of Christmas
By
Ann Cory
A repetitive scratching sound woke Elisa from a sound sleep, a noise
like something or someone climbing around inside the chimney. She d
just gotten to sleep after tossing and turning for half an hour, which only
added to the frustration. Once she was awake, it was nearly impossible
for her to fall back asleep. Insomnia was a recurring event in her life and
she fell into it easily. She heard the scratching sound again and threw
back the bed covers.
Her shaky hands fumbled along the nightstand until she located a
faintly sharp letter opener. The cool sensation against the palm of her
hand gave her a brief moment of empowerment. It wasn t like she d ever
needed to use it, but it gave her comfort. She reached to the end of the
bed for her robe and slid her arms in the silky sleeves, tying the sash
tight around her waist. Armed and hardly dangerous, she tiptoed into the
family room. Elisa s fingertips felt around for the light switch on the
wall, and after a mental countdown from three to one, she flipped it on.
The bright sixty-watt light bulbs brought the decorated room to life,
reflecting off strands of silver tinsel hanging every which way among the
Christmas tree. She noticed her Uma Thurman Kill Bill-like image in the
mirror against the wall and had to laugh. Who was she kidding? Dressed
to kill in a silk robe clutching a letter opener. After she collected herself,
she did a quick scan around the room. Nothing seemed out of the
ordinary. It was probably just her imagination. Elisa walked over to the
chimney and squatted down, craning her neck to see up inside it. All that
was visible was a tunnel of black that stretched on forever. Satisfied with
what must have been an overactive imagination she considered going
back to bed. Then something caught her eye.
An unusual present lay on the floor beneath the tree wrapped in
shiny, silver paper. There had been precisely four presents neatly tucked
under the tree before she slipped off to bed, one from her sister that had
arrived a week early, one from a co-worker who was her designated
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secret Santa, and two from herself: a writing journal covered in red
stilettos and the new Celtic harp CD she d been waiting for. Now as she
looked quizzically beneath the tree, there were five presents.
She bent down and picked it up. A little bell was attached to the bow
making a soft tinkling sound as she turned it over every which way
possible. Like a little kid, she shook it, pressing her ear as close to it as
she could. Whatever was inside was as secretive as how it found its way
inside her house. It occurred to her that her landlord Mrs. Denton might
have put it there. The lonely old woman had entered her house before
and left cookies, cakes and usually a little something for her birthday.
Elisa felt a tinge of guilt for not having bought Mrs. Denton something,
but would make it up to her by calling for a bouquet of flowers
delivered, maybe a pretty poinsettia.
With a shrug of her shoulders she set the present back down and ran
to her bedroom, flinging herself onto the mattress and landing on her
stomach. She rolled around for the better part of two minutes when
reality hit her& Mrs. Denton was in the hospital getting hip surgery, it
couldn t have been her. Someone else had been in the house. With the
letter opener clenched even tighter, she went back to the scene of the
crime. This time she looked behind the sofa, both of the big, fluffy
chairs, and even underneath the dark pine coffee table. Elisa held her
breath. If someone wanted to scare her, they succeeded. Gone was the
curiosity and intriguing thoughts of a present she knew nothing about.
Instead she was concerned for her own safety.
 I m going to pick up my cell phone. If you come out now, I ll give
you a two minute head start to get out the door before I notify the
authorities.
Adrenaline raced through her body as she walked around the two-
bedroom townhouse, flinging closet doors and cabinets open like she
watched people do in movies. She hated the way scenes from scary
movies entered her mind when she was alone.
 Whoever you are, I want you to leave right this minute. Don t even
think about pulling a Black Christmas prank on me, I m trained in
martial arts.
Well, Tae Bo for beginners anyways, courtesy of Billy Blanks, but
still, she could perform a mean roundhouse kick on her left side when
she was warmed up. Elisa wasn t much for working out, preferring to eat
moderately healthy and taking long walks. Her weight was a daily battle,
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thanks to consistent indulgence in chocolate. Otherwise, she was content
with her size 8 figure and happy with muscle tone in her arms and legs.
Twenty minutes later she d finished a total search of her house.
Nothing was out of place or missing and there was no sign of forced
entry. Satisfied there wasn t an intruder, she sank to the couch and set
down her phone. The package flickered against the light, enticing her
with its tiny silver bell and pretty paper. There was no way she could go
to sleep without at least taking a tiny peek. She looked up at the clock. It
was almost midnight. Should she open it? Instincts told her no, but
curiosity begged her to, and it always got the better of her. The absence
of a card only furthered her need to find out what was inside.
She meant to unwrap the present slowly, saving the paper and being
neat like her mother taught her to, but instead she ripped it open like it
was aluminum foil hot out of an oven. Beneath the paper was a
lightweight box, the kind that usually indicated clothing of some sort.
Elisa rummaged open the lid and spread away the layers of holiday tissue
paper. Her eyes lit up as she stared at the gift; a red satin bra, matching
panties and garter belt, with red stockings. Who would have left her
something so sexy?
It had been ages since a man bought her lingerie. Without the time
for a steady boyfriend, the whole dressing up like a vixen-thing went out
the window. There wasn t much reason to buy sensuous attire when no
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