Faith Eros - YOU ARE MY SANTA - CHRISTMAS MEAL - PART 1

Faith Eros - YOU ARE MY SANTA - CHRISTMAS MEAL - PART 1

Faith Eros smiled seductively as she watched the man before her, who was dressed as Santa Claus. She couldn't help but admire the sight of him, looking exhausted and terrified at the same time. Humming a Christmas tune under her breath, she approached him slowly, her eyes fixed on his plump, rosy cheeks and his pale, trembling hands.
"Hey santa, have somebody ever told you how edible you look?" she asked, her voice low and inviting. Her heart raced with anticipation at the thought of devouring this unsuspecting gift that had been delivered to her doorstep.
"Yes, I'm happy that finally you started understanding into whose home you intruded," she continued with a playful smile on her lips. "Yes, I'm this devious monster, who makes men to disappear... disappear forever inside her tummy. And you won't be an exception!"
Faith Eros chuckled wickedly as she observed the color drain from Santa's face. She could tell he was trying to summon up his courage, but it was clear that he was also tremendously tired. That gave her an idea.
"Hey santa, you look quite tired," she purred softly. "Very tired for one thing... Once that fear and adrenaline fades away, you are going to realize just how exhausted you are. It was a long journey... for you to get here, wasn't it?"
She paused for a moment, waiting for him to respond. But when he remained silent, like a bated breath, she continued her taunt. "By the way, where have you parked your reindeers?" she asked, her voice taking on a slightly mocking edge. "On top of my roof? 'Cuz I'm gonna eat them too... after I finish with you... Beardy mothaFUCKER!"
Santa dropped to his knees, his eyes wide with shock and fear. Faith Eros couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement course through her veins. She was so delighted by the way he was cowering before her, like a little lamb led to the slaughter. And yet, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness for him too. He was such a nice guy, after all. But his fate had already been sealed the moment he stepped into her home.
"Santa," she said softly, coming up behind him. "You have to admit... You have overworked yourself. You shouldn't blame yourself for that... You should blame your employer for that!" she laughed softly.
Feeling bold, Faith Eros reached down and gently grasped Santa's beard between her fingers. "I mean when I'm all tired or stressed out... or hungry...," she murmured against his ear, her breath warm and inviting. "I just... well... have a nap."
She pulled back slightly, her beautiful blue eyes meeting his trembling ones. "You can have a nap on my sofa... Yeah, here, in the living room," she purred seductively, running her fingers through his beard teasingly.