The Night Before Christmas 9
Chapter 9 “Uh…” I internally debated telling Blitzen to forget about having to say anything. I wanted her self-esteem to grow, not diminish. However, the look in her big doe-eyes, after exhausting herself fucking a dildo just to START the mistletoe ring toss game, was that someone took the time to craft a special saying for her just like the one that had been given to Cupid. I didn’t know if Eddie used the exact phrase “I am a losing twat, A dumb little reindeer cum guzzler, Sir!” every year. It was remarkable because it was an affirmation of my aunt’s status as a loser and took away the power and authority that she continued to have, even as a reindeer. A woman like Cupid had a natural charisma, and she naturally took leadership roles, …