Tis' the Season.

   After not wearing clothes for a certain amount of time, I have found, that one feels strange when finally facing the dilemma of getting dressed. I mean, you kept me undressed for almost 36 hours. In that amount of time, in a decent climate, your skin becomes your clothing. Laying on my couch, legs entertwined, and literally staring at your cunt, my wine tasted delicious. You had this sly smile across your face. It was the same sly smile when you walked over, and looked me dead, straight in my eyes.
   "What are you doing?", you asked.
   "Cleaning the kitchen so I can make Migas", I knew what you were asking, I just wasn't answering.
   "Take them off now."
   "Oh, my jeans?", I'm horrible at faking surprised.
   "Today is Christmas, let's be naked just like the Lord", and then came that sly smile.
   "I'm fairly certain the Lord didn't spend his Christmas drinking wine, taking Xanax, and fucking each other's mouths, but then again I'm not a Theology major", I sarcastically added while pulling my jeans and briefs off together.
   "There, that's better", you bent down, dragged my jeans off to my bedroom, practically hiding them from me. I watched your bruised, red, welted ass walk away. God damn, I did some beautiful damage in a small amount of time. Every meal I fixed, whether it was the grilled cheese at one in the morning, the migas at ten the next morning, or the homemade spaghetti sauce with angel hair and a salad, there you were. Standing next to me, nude, and smiling. There I was, nude, and smiling. The jazz from my record player wafted through my house. Every so often, in between the chopping, grinding, and sauteeing(sp?), you would sneak a long, passionate kiss.
    "Mmmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm", you'd smile up at me. "You're not only one of the first men to cook for me, but the first to do it nude on Christmas. I'm actually starting to think this might be a first and a last."
    "Well, I think we are both lucky because I don't know the next time I'm going to have a cute little 23 year old naked, in my kitchen, and all to myself for Christmas", compliments will get you everywhere. "Plus, I seem to be on my game cooking wise. Damn this is a good holiday." Not surprisingly, another fresh beer appears in my hand. You would come in for a kiss and I could feel you swoon. My head would spin as you lightly pressed your soft pussy hair against my leg.
   I saw you yawn. That's when I knew our time, and my holiday was coming to an end.
   "Are you getting sleepy?", I knew because the Xanax was hitting me hard, also.
   "Uhhhhhhh, hmmmmmm", you managed to answer through a yawning hand.
   "So, this is the end of our holiday. I'm going to be bold and say something", I leaned forward, sat up, and crawled across the couch and blanket like a lion ready to pounce. "This has been the best Christmas I have ever had. That includes getting a bike when I was ten, so this is a bold statement."
   "I didn't want to scare you, but I've been thinking the same thing all day", you leaned up and kissed me just enough. "Well, let's end this holiday on a high note", you sat up. We both stood up, turned off the lights, and you grabbed me by the hand and walked me to my bed. I could see the smile from the back of your head, and even though it was almost midnight, I knew Christmas wasn't over yet.
  

Happy Holidays Everyone. May every year be better than the last, and may all your dreams come true.