Winter Wonderland

(Another Writing Prompt)

Journal Day 1

I have been asked to start writing a journal. You can imagine the eye rolls that came with this task. Being a good girl is apparently hard work. I hate writing. What am I going to say?

Journal Day 5

I really hate that I am doing this. Also, if I am taking the time to write and keep him in my head, why does it seem like he doesn’t even bother reading these?

Journal Day 10

Today was an interesting day. I was thinking about how it is getting close to the holidays now. I am still trying to figure out what to do. My life was so filled with holiday cheer growing up. It was the one time of the year that all of us seemed happy. I still hate writing, by the way.

Journal Day 15

I was thinking about the holiday season again. December is just around the corner. One of the things that I noticed growing up is that going to my grandmother’s house made things seem special. It was an escape from our home, which did not always feel safe or warm. Grandma’s house was always that. It was filled with an abundance of food, and we were given one day to eat to our hearts’ content without being judged. My mother was stingy with love and material things throughout the year, but when Christmas came around, that was the complete opposite. You could tell how proud she was of herself, being able to save and give us nice things. Even those stupid sweaters.

Journal Day 25

I am so annoyed at this task right now. I feel completely ignored. I can’t believe I am still doing this. Why do I have to log in every day and pour my heart out when I get nothing in return?

Ba Hunbug for real.

Journal Day 30

I feel so awful. I want to take the words back, but I can’t. I was so bratty, and I am so confused about what he wants. That is hard for me because what I want is just to make him happy. Why doesn’t he see me and how hard I am trying to just do that? Why can’t I be part of his life? Why does it have to be all or nothing? It is almost Christmas, and I am alone. I do not want to be.

Journal Day 45

I love that I get to write this one out. I can’t imagine that I will be any happier than I am now. Christmas has come and gone, and so has New Year’s. It is the New Year, and I have a new happiness inside me. I was so scared that things would not work out. I was so afraid of not being seen. I was so wrong. He had been listening the whole time. The package in the mail that came just before Christmas is what started all the smiles. He knew exactly what to get for me. A new toy, an ugly sweater, and a date on the calendar. It was confusing at first, but I did what was asked. I put my ugly sweater on Christmas night. I left off any bra or pants. He said they wouldn’t really be needed and might get in the way. That night, hearing his voice was so magical. I will not write about all the orgasms, but you can imagine. The first one took me by surprise. The 3rd and 4th ones hit just right. By the time the 10th one came along, I was begging him to stop.

As good as that night was, it couldn’t compare to New Year’s Eve. I was so confused when the car arrived, but walking into a hotel room with him in it was the best possible outcome. He had the perfect dress for me that sparkled and matched the look of him so well.

Luckily, the weather in the south cooperated, and the patio dinner and champagne worked out perfectly. I am not even sorry about the show we put on for the people on the street. The lights and his hands made the perfect moment. I forgot about the meal as he slipped his hands up my dress. I was the best girl as he saw I left off the panties and let my wetness drip onto his fingers. He showed me how pleased he was by letting me taste them and him. I couldn’t keep the moans at bay as he growled in my ear while taking me from behind. Sometimes I am just too tempting for him to wait. I could tell he had other things planned, but once he saw how welcoming I was for him, he did not hold back. I barely registered the whispers from below once he was inside me.

The winter wonderland he created for me was so much better than anything I could dream of.

He is my winter wonderland now, and I could not be any cozier from the inside out than I am now in his arms.

(As usual, this is a complete work of fiction. All in my head and in my dreams.)