CHRISTMAS CAROL 4: DECEMBER 25th
Added 2025-12-25 18:11:04 +0000 UTC"I mean… I have people. Marco would probably invite me to smoke, watch football, and eat pizza. But actually, I was expecting to… spend it with you."
"Perfect, my dear. You’ll be my plus-one." Carol watched him. "It’ll be a night to remember."
And so here was Liam now, combing his rebel copper curls. Brush them, wet them. Nothing flattened them entirely. The little hooks sprang back every time. It was a lost battle.
"This is all so stupid!" He exclaimed, his voice pitched higher than ever. He wanted to look handsome, damn handsome for this Christmas costume party. Carol had him worked up, and tonight, he was hoping to score. "I need to keep it hard, man. No more mister wet noodle. God, if I can’t give her a proper orgasm…"
His performance issues had been haunting him lately, but he shook them off and turned to the costume she’d gifted him.
When Carol first invited him to the party, she’d conveniently left out the part about it being a costume bash. Only later did she show up with this elfy, tomboyish costume—a short, green skirt with jagged edges, a tight red-and-green striped top with little jingle bells sewn into the collar, and a pair of pointy elf ears to top it off. Plus accessories.
He observed it. "Especially the costume. This is the stupidest," he thought, but he wasn't going to argue with his goddess. "Welp, here it goes…" Slipping into a skirt was the last thing his debilitating masculinity needed, but the elf ears felt especially insulting.
Enjoyyy! 💋Xoxo💋
Lara Lynn
