Just before Christmas I opened the door and there was Father Christmas! A younger, much thinner Father Christmas.

Callum offered me mince pies, fresh from the local shop and a gift. The tag said 'for you to enjoy…on me!' I eagerly unwrapped the present to find a double ended dildo and a strap on – oh Merry Christmas!

I put the mince pies in the kitchen, nabbing one to eat straight away and went back into the living room where Callum had already stripped, his red and white suit in a pile on the floor.

He was hurriedly opening the package containing the dildo and strap assembly, working out how to put it all together, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated. It was quite cute, and I felt a rush of desire move through my body. I wanted that tongue in the corners of my lips…and not the ones on my face.

I slowly and quietly took my clothes off, trying not to disturb him as he finally got to grips with putting the dildo in the sling of the strap. I sat on the sofa and waited. As he finally made the contraption ready to go he stood up and beamed with pride, a slight blush and a rising of arousal obvious. He looked over to me and I saw his cock twitch higher as his arousal became even more plain to see. He came over to the sofa and got on his knees in front of me, presenting me with the strap on. I took it and slipped my mouth over the end, tonguing the hard rubber as I looked into his eyes.

He stayed on his knees and a brought his head to my pussy, telling him to lick. He lapped like a good dog and eagerly sucked my clit as I rose up in pleasure, pushing my hips into his face. He shuffled forward and stuck his tongue out. As he bobbed his head backwards and forwards, fucking me with his tongue I came, crying out loudly. He smiled and stood up, encouraging me to stand with him. Now I was wet and ready, I could step into the strap on and insert my end of the dildo into my pussy. I found the pack of lube and squeezed some into my hand, greasing up the cock rising from my groin. I wanked myself for a while, enjoying the power of having a cock, my own cock. Every movement of 'my' cock made the cock inside me move too. As I moved my hand up and down my cock, the one inside me moved in and out slightly, just enough to quickly bring me to another shuddering orgasm. Callum was on all fours In front of me whining with lust.

I dripped the lube onto the small of his back and spread it around to his ass, making sure that it went into his asshole, lubing him up nicely for the fucking that was going to follow. I lined my cock up with his asshole and pushed, making my way slowly in. He panted and groaned as my cock slid into his wet hole. It was good being on the other side of the doggy, having the power to cause and withdraw pleasure as I wanted. I thrust in and out a few times, getting the feel and getting a rhythm. As Callum began to back up onto me, I withdrew. He groaned at the loss of the cock inside him. I grabbed his hips and thrust completely inside him, right to the hilt. He squealed. I took my hand round and grabbed his hard cock. I could feel it leaking. I smoothed his juices over the head and up and down his shaft as I thrust in and out, enjoying the feeling of the cock inside me move in time. As I shook as another orgasm hit, turning my legs to jelly, Callum moaned at the new sensation. I thrust into him and held myself there as my orgasm crashed over me.

I withdrew the cock from his ass and told him to suck it. He turned round and sucked the cock while  stroking himself. It was such a hot moment, a man giving me a blow job. Every time I deep throated the cock, his nose hit my clit, tickling my already sensitive nerves. As he grew harder and began to come, I fingered my own clit, coming in a shower of juice as he shot his cum over my thighs.

As he got dressed, he complained that he hadn't 'come down the chimney' – Next time I might let him.

Vicky x

After Christmas, all a girl wants to do is lose a little weight. Ken told me he had the perfect solution – Salsa! I'd always put salsa with guacamole for those Mexican times, but he told me there was a better type of salsa and that he'd take me.

Salsa, it turns out is a South American dance style. A very sexy, very close dance style that is danced by lovers, or those hoping to be lovers.

The class Ken took me to was on the edge of an industrial estate in the most unsexy location I’ve ever seen. The room was small and well-lit and the teachers weren't wearing the nice salsa outfits promised on the brochure!!

Ken had been before and took me onto the floor for the lesson, he danced up close, pressing his body into mine to make me move the way he wanted. In dance, the male leads, which is just the way I like them! He held me close to him and breathed each instruction in my ear as we danced across the floor. He let go and span me round, catching me again with a hand on my waist. Even though I trod on his toes a few times, he kept going. I could feel his hard body as he urged me in each direction. After a while it wasn't just his strong body I could feel, there was something else getting harder by the minute. He span me round so that he could nestle his erection in the crack of my ass and sway me in time to the music, then he released me and span me off again and pulled me back close to him so that his cock sat between my thighs.

At that point the teacher called a break and everyone broke off to get drinks. Ken decided we needed a toilet break and took me off. When we got to the toilet, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me fiercely, probing his tongue in and out of my mouth. I pulled him into the ladies and into the disabled cubicle. As I closed the door I undid his trousers and went down on my knees, admiring the impressive mountain of flesh before me. I kissed the tip of his cock and he flexed his hips slightly, pushing it further into my mouth. As I sucked him I massaged his balls and slid my fingers round to his ass. I held him as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, gaining urgency with every thrust.

I got up, slipped my jeans off and leant over the toilet, holding onto the cistern for support. He came behind me and inserted his cock in one motion, right to the hilt. I nearly screamed, but I heard someone else come in the room, so I had to bite down on my own tongue. Ken lifted me feet off the ground and held them as he thrust in and out, getting faster and harder as he got closer to climax. He hooked my heels in his belt loops and pulled my hair as his hand slid round to my clit. He stroked my clit in time with his own thrusts and as I heard the toilet flush in the next cubicle I groaned as my body shook beneath me.

Luckily Ken's jeans had good belt loops because he carried on thrusting in and out. He put a hand on my face and stuck two fingers in my mouth for me to suck. As I gently bit his fingers I felt his thrusts speed up and become less organised. As he thrust into me hard for the final time, he leant over and groaned in my ear and I felt him shoot into me.

We went back to class looking a little flushed. For the rest of the class it was much easier to concentrate and Ken promised to show me some of the more tricky moves in the privacy of my own home…later…with a bottle of wine.

Vicky x