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Secret Santa [Part 1] Christmas, what a joyous season to en..

Published: December 27th 2021, 3:52:31 am

Secret Santa [Part 1] Christmas, what a joyous season to end the year with. The merry jingle of bells, the excited hubbub as the days neared, I could already hear it. The refreshing waft of turkey, gradually empowering the senses as it neared perfection, I had to stop myself from drooling just thinking about the succulent texture as I sank my teeth into a piece. But that wasn't what I was excited the most for, as of now. The piece of paper in mine, and all my colleagues' hands, would decide if fate and was in the cards for me this year. Nervously, I peeked into the fold, a smile widening across my features as each letter of the name was revealed unto my eyes. Oh joy, this Christmas might be the most special one yet. - "So, who're gifting to this year?" As simple a question as it was by my colleague, it irked me to no end as my train of fantasy had been suspended temporarily. However it would be unto me to reflect it on my face, so faking cheeriness, I shook my head while bouncing slightly. "No, no, no, that'd just ruin the surprise of the Secret Santa event!" My colleague shrugged, slightly deflated he didn't manage to extract a definite answer. Not my concern though, as I sneaked at glance at you; it took a herculean effort not to beam once more at the present you'd receive from me this year. On the day of the event, I had to keep my wits about me, so many things could go wrong so easily, yet the thrill of it was what made it all the more fulfilling. As the pieces fell into place, it started with both of us "accidentally" talking under the mistletoe. After sharing some work matters, I saw you glance up and get slightly flustered as you realized your position. I took the opportunity and moved closer, my hips slightly brushing your manhood. I heard your breath hitch, felt the adrenaline course through my being and towards my own nether regions, understanding the sway of power I had over you. "You know... Its a sign when two people are under the mistletoe together" I mentioned passingly the closer I got to your lips. I could see the conflict in your eyes, smirking and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. "Just kidding, you know I'm not superstitious like that" It was then I heard a collective sigh, I wheeled around to see that the office had been waiting with baited breath to see the development of my advances. I witnessed clearly, the lust and envy enveloping the eyes of the men towards me and you respectively; the same could be said for the ladies, except the positions were reversed. Hah, positions... It was unfortunate to be the diva of the room yet had to deal with the disappointments of the other men in the room. I could relate to you on that note, with you being the boss and every woman's fantasy. I glanced back and decided to push it, tracing your chiseled jawline before walking away to join some other colleagues in their conversations; I swore you had tried to follow that finger of mine, yet the resolve you showed just made me all the more wetter. Hours passed and it was time to give out the presents, though by then, everyone was either tipsy or tired. Everyone wanted to wrap it up, so the exchange happened relatively quickly for most. It was hard keeping track if everyone received their due gifts, but this was the most optimal situation you had been seeking. In your usual fashion, you had wanted to excuse yourself then as the crowd thinned, but this was the crucial moment. I strode up to you with two glasses in hand, offering one to you. "One more couldn't hurt, right?" I knew you were going to your office to finish some paperwork before calling it a night, you never were able to remove yourself fully from work for a day; which is why everyone admired your diligence. But here it was, the defining moment. You received the glass, to my surprise. I kept a vacant face though, yet inside I was bursting with glee. By the time we finished talking the once buzzing office was already a ghost town, aside from a few souls remembering some last minute tasks. You began swaying after a while, assuming some fatigue was the cause of it. You took your leave then, heading towards the washroom to rinse it off, hoping to stall the effects. I saw you trudge off, before strutting to my own desk and hiding behind it. Once I was sure that there wasn't a soul left, I quickly revealed the key in my pocked and unlocked your office; stowing myself in your office wardrobe and quietly slipping out articles of my clothing. I then whisked out the packet from inside my bra, torn after my usage. I kept it together with my office attire and waited till you showed your presence. I imagined you were in the washroom trying every and any means to keep yourself awake. It would then that you thought of falling back to your office, to recuperate momentarily before you resumed your work. With or without realizing that the key to your office didn't matter, you wouldn't have though much of it through your "fatigue". I played with the packet as I waited, it wouldn't be of use if this dropped somewhere, other than it could be incriminating evidence to what I did. Not that I would have cared if you found out, but better for me to secure my safety. It startled me when your office door lurched open and you strided in. A small concern ran through my veins that the drug wasn't effective. However through the peephole, I saw you hurriedly rush to your sofa and sprawled on it; within moments you stopped twitching around. I crept out, the foundations and the hardest part of my efforts paying off... You awoke to what felt like eons later, in your full glory. Frantic, you tried to struggled against the restraints, breaths shortening as you couldn't view your surroundings. Laying on your desk, I saw it all, slowly stroking myself at your powerlessness, at your fractured masculinity. Oh how I had you within reach, I was so so drenched. Slowly you composed yourself, and I so wanted to finish myself there and your efforts at rebuilding yourself, what more to enjoy more than a boy toy, other than a man who could reign himself in; such an epitome of a gentleman and my desire for you burned all the more. I sidled up to you before injecting another drug into your system, inviting you to another bout of sleep. Before the full drugs kicked in though, I grabbed a tousle of your hair and shoved your face to my bottom lips. I was quivering with excitement and as you afforded one long sniff, I shoved your face against me and grinded my hips against it. Ahhh, such bliss, I thought as your shoulders slumped, indication that you were once again lulled to dreamland. I should have pulled away, prolonging my climax but I wanted you so badly. One last rock and- I heard a loud bang and a rustle of papers, bringing myself back to my senses. Who could it be, ruining my grand moment?! I peeked out the office shutters to see the colleague that had asked me who my Secret Santa was, slide something onto my desk before leaving once more. Right, I was so fixated on you that I forgot I hadn't received my own present. Talk about mood kill. I stalked back onto your table and rested against your office chair. Guess I'll wait for you to wake once again.