_____________________Mondays at work are always difficult, but this one is especially hard. After two whole days with Christian all to myself, I am missing him today. And with the introduction of Ms. Twitchy, aka the Elf on the Shelf, the kinky fuckery has definitely been turned up a notch. My inner goddess has never been happier. My mind goes back to Saturday and Sunday. First there was the silver balls, then Ms. Twitchy showed up in the refrigerator with handcuffs. I shift in my chair at the memory. I decide to email Christian to revisit this weekend with me.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Elfin Magic
Date: December 5 2011 09:24
To: Christian Grey
Good morning dear husband,
How’s your day going? I am having a hard time concentrating today…thoughts of elves and handcuffs dance in my head.
Your Ana, xx____________________________ It’s true. All I have been thinking about this morning is the silver balls we used on the “First day of Kinkmas” and then the handcuffs on the second. Christian is surpassing any expectations I had for this game. I giggle out loud as I remember opening the fridge to find that elf sitting on the top shelf! But was priceless was the smile on Christian’s face! I can only imagine what he has in store for the third day of Kinkmas! I look down at my phone. Ah…an email from Christian Kringle himself. From: Christian Grey Subject: Got Elf? Date: December 05 2011 09:28 To: Anastasia Grey Having trouble concentrating at work you say? I have had a hard time keeping things “down” at the office. Memories of having you handcuffed to the stove and spread eagle on the kitchen floor dance in my head. Looking forward to Ms. Twitchy’s next appearance. I wonder where she’ll be? Christian Grey CEO & Magically Delicious, Grey Enterprises Holding Inc. ___________________ Water sprays all over my keyboard as I laugh uncontrollably. I look down at the email for a double take. Yes, it says what I think it says…magically delicious. I grab a Kleenex and wipe up my wet keyboard while still cackling. I do love me some playful Christian. And it sounds like he’s already plotting the next round of hide and go seek with Ms. Twitchy. Although this last round with the handcuffs was pretty amazing. Even my inner goddess was impressed. Suddenly I am feeling warm in all the right places. Perhaps I should share this with Christian. From: Anastasia Grey Subject: My Lucky Charm Date: December 05 2011 09:37 To: Christian Grey You have me intrigued, Mr. Grey. While I can’t wait to see where Ms Twitchy shows up again, I can’t stop throbbing over what you did to me in the kitchen. There’s a whole new meaning to the phrase, “barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.” Your sweet torture to my every body part has me magically desiring your tongue. Your Ana xx, Suddenly craving cereal or something like it;) _________________________
I can see it’s going to be yet another day of trying to keep my composure and breathing together at work. My panties are noticeably wet now with all this talk of this weekends festivities in the kitchen. Christian cuffed me to the handle of the stove, then tortured me with his tongue and THAT feather. I throb hard at the thought.Suddenly feeling warm, I take off my blue blazer and place it on the back of my chair. Looking down at my white silk blouse, I wonder when my belly will officially “pop.” I can definitely tell that my body is changing. My breasts are fuller, rounder and an overall curvier look to me. Christian has already hinted at tasting my breast milk. “I just wonder how sweet it really is,” he says nonchalantly. The ding of my phone snaps me out of my kinky Christian thoughts. From: Christian Grey Subject: Twitchy Palms for Ms. Twitchy Date: December 05 2011 09:45 To: Anastasia Grey Magically desiring my tongue Mrs. Grey? How about magically sex mad and insatiable? And yes, barefoot and pregnant suits you, in more ways than one. I just can’t decide if it was your ankles cuffed to the oven was hotter than your wrists cuffed to the oven. The look on your face while I cuffed your ankles was incredibly hot. And you did taste magically delicious in that position. Christian Grey CEO & now craving your marshmallows, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. _____________________________ Oh my. I stare at the words on the screen as the throbbing down below recedes. It’s not even ten o’clock in the morning and Christian has me hot and bothered. And unable to concentrate. The wheels start turning in my head. Deciding to follow Christian’s thought-process and be an in-the-moment kind of gal, I tell my secretary that I am going home for the day and pack up and leave. __________________________________________________ Once I arrive at the Escala, I quickly start to put my plan into action. I change into comfortable clothes, grab a quick sandwich and then email Christian the picture I just took in the bathroom. Suddenly my nerves replace my adrenaline rush. Playful Christian can sometime turn to twitchy palmed Christian in a moments notice. I look over at my inner goddess who is wearing her reindeer headband and cheering me on. Okay, okay….here goes nothing. From: Anastasia Grey Subject: Come Find My Pot of Gold Date: December 05 2011 10:45 To: Christian Grey A little elf has gotten herself into some trouble. Here’s a picture of what she left….come find me if you want;) Love, Ana & ready to get wet;) _______________________________________ I sent the email and anxiously wait for Christian’s response. Not even thirty seconds later, my phone buzzes. From: Christian Grey Subject: Dirty Elf Date: December 05 2011 10:46 To: Anastasia Grey I am getting in the car. You. Naked. Shower. Now. Christian Grey CEO & Ready to Slip & Slide, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. __________________________________ Oh my. My inner goddess has her bathrobe on and is singing “Have a holly, flog me Kinkmas, it’s the best time of the year….Oh by golly have a holly, flog me Kinkmas this year.” to be continued….xo
You have got to be kidding me. I stand facing Ms.Twitchy, all snug in the Christmas tree that Christian has just surprised me with. “I see you are rewriting a classic?” I ask as I take the note from the tree. “So instead of a partridge in a pear tree, I get silver balls from an elf,” I say while giggling. I have got to hand it to Christian, this is truly a sweet and kinky gesture.
“I am hoping you will like my version of the song better, Mrs.Grey. And may I suggest you take your silver balls from Ms. Twitchy before she decides to keep them for herself.” We both laugh. I take the balls from the lap of the elf, giggling at what we must look like. Two assuming normal people, one a well-known billionaire, playing Elf on the Shelf.
“So Mr. Grey,” I say as I roll the cold balls around in my hands, “what shall we do now?”
Christian gives me his come-hither stare, and my lower body instantly reacts. “First things first, I’ll take those.” He extends his hand out to me. I place the now warmed balls into his palm. “Now get undressed so I can put these inside you.” Oh. My clit throbs at his words. I quickly remove the black silk nightie I am wearing and matching panties.
“You. Are. Beautiful,” Christian whispers in my ear and grabs a fistful of my hair. He brings my head to his and kisses me. Slow. Passionate. I could get lost in his kisses forever. His hands move down my back and I arch my back in reaction to his light touch. I moan softly in his mouth as he continues to make his way down my body. His hands stop on my bottom and he softly massages me there. My moans grow more intense as his touch gets harder.
He looks up at me and right before my eyes, I sense a subtle change in his demeanor. Dominant Christian has come to play. I feel the warm wetness between my legs and my heart beating out of my chest.
“Bend down and grab your ankles.” I look at him momentarily. “Now.” Oh shit. I quickly bend over and hold each ankle.I watch Christian’s bare feet move closer to me. My breath warms my legs as I wait in anticipation. He places his hand on my backside and then traces a finger down to my sex. My body reacts to the sensation with total arousal and I tighten my grasp around my ankles for support.
His finger glides up and down my sex. I moan loudly to my surprise and hear a low groan from Christian in response to me. He slides his finger into me and moves it slowly in and out of me. Holy shit, it feels good. He slowly withdraws his finger and replaces it with the balls, one at a time.
“Stand up,” he commands. I comply quickly and suddenly feel the weight of the balls inside me.
Ahh…there’s that feeling I have come to welcome. The feeling that makes me yearn for sex. Christian has his eyes on me, looking like he’s searching for something. “I’m waiting.” His voice sounds impatient. Shit. I should know the drill by now.
“Spank me Chri…Sir,” I whisper.
He grasps my hand and walks me over to the sofa, and gently pushes me down over the arm. I place my hands down on the cushion to stabilize myself. Standing behind me, he grasps a fistful of my hair with one hand and massages my backside with the other. “I am going to spank you now. For my pleasure and yours Anastasia,” he whispers into my ear. I throb hard for him.
He lifts his hand then swiftly brings down an emphatic slap to my backside. It reverberates through my entire lower body. The balls move forward and I am filled with sensation. My bottom responds with a stinging tingle as my clit throbs for more. He massages my backside then brings down his hand again. The smack echoes throughout the room and I scream out in pleasure as the ball vibrate against me. The pain is ….pleasurable. He continuous to rotate between slaps and caressing my behind. I moan from the pleasure and pain each time he makes contact. The balls massaging from the inside adds to my growing orgasm.
“Good girl,” he growls with a labored breath. He releases my hair and brings his hand down to my clit.
Fuck. My moaning turns to screams as he rubs my swollen clit and continues spanking me. The balls pulsate faster and I start coming. Hard. “That’s it baby. Come for me,” Christian whispers into my back. His finger rubs my clit harder, sending me over the edge.
“Aah….aaah….yes…yes..” I mutter as I continue coming. He takes his pajama bottoms off in one swift motion and without hesitation pulls at the string attached to the balls. They slide out and I practically come all over again.He pushes me back down against the couch and slowly fills me where the balls had been.
“Fuck!” he growls and thrusts into me hard. I scream in complete pleasure. His hands grasp each side of my hips and he moves in and out of me. I push back to meet his every grind. We moan together and moments later we climax simultaneously. After months together, Christian has become so familiar with my body that we are able to come as one.
We lie in this position for a few moments with Christian toppled on me. “That was a lovely first day of Kinkmas, Mr. Grey.” I look over at the tree. Twitchy the elf sits nestled in the branches of the beautiful tree Christian decorated. “When can I expect the second day of Kinkmas?”
“Sex. Mad. Insatiable. That’s what you are.” He leans up and removes himself from me slowly. “All in due time, dear wife.” He massages my backside gently. “Does this feel okay? Are you in any pain?”
“It feels lovely Christian. And no pain. Just some stinging.”
“You are a lovely shade of pink Ana. It suits you.”
“So I have heard from somewhere.” I look back at him and wink.
“Well, I suppose we should get you and Blip something to eat. Shall we?” he asks and extends his hand to help me up from the sofa. I am starving actually. We get dressed and head to the kitchen for a late breakfast. “Why don’t you take a shower and I will make us some pancakes, okay?”
“That sounds perfect Christian. Thank you.”
“Anything for you. Always,” he kisses my forehead and then I head for the shower.
Clean and refreshed, I walk down the hallway towards the kitchen. The aroma of homemade pancakes fill the air. Suddenly I am aware of how hungry I am. “Smells delicious Christian,” I say as I sit on one of the bar stools.
“Good, I hope you are hungry. Little Blip needs to eat, as do you.” He turns back to face the stove and flips a pancake with the spatula. “Would you please get the orange juice from the fridge?”
“Sure,” I reply. I walk over to the refrigerator and open up the massive stainless steel door. “Christian Grey, what have you done now?” I yell out. Sitting on the top shelf is Ms. Twitchy. The elf sits inside a set of handcuffs and has a piece of paper in its little clasped hands. I lean into the fridge further so I can read what it says.
“On the second day of Kinkmas my Twitchy gave to me, 2 pairs of handcuffs and silver balls while sitting in the tree.” My inner goddess jumps off her stool and starts belting out, “We wish you a kinky christmas, We wish you a kinky Christmas and a happy red rear.”
to be continued….xo
Hello GREYsessed readers! I hope you all settling into the holiday season without any twitchy palms! With a little over three weeks to go until Christmas, I am definitely feeling the holiday cheer (and mad rush for that perfect gift). So with much thought, I am attempting the “12 Days of Kinkmas.” With the holidays being so busy, I can’t promise it will all be posted by Christmas. So here’s the first installment of “The 12 Days of Kinkmas.” Hope you are all having a wonderful holiday season! Love & Laters©, Michele
Christmas spirit fills the air as I walk through downtown Seattle. The light posts are adorned with festive greenery and bows, the shop windows all decked out for the holiday. I just finished my ob/gyn appointment. Little Blip and I are in perfect health, which made Christian breathe a sigh of relief. It has been so nice to see him come around with this pregnancy. I think back to when he first found out about Blip and the meltdown it ensued. We’ve come a long way, with Christian giving me a handmade onesie on Thanksgiving. My eyes swell with tears as I think back to that moment. And then I can’t help but laugh as well. Getting caught with pumpkin pie in my hair by Grace is something I never want to go through again!
I continue my way around the city, trying to find the perfect gift for Christian. What do you get the man who has everything? This presents itself a problem every occasion that requires a gift. Nothing caught my in all of Pike Place. I decide to send him an email for ideas.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Enquiring Minds
Date: December 03, 2011 11:18
To: Christian Grey
Hope you made it back to the office safely. I am at a loss for Christmas gifts for you. Help your wife out with some ideas please!
As I wait for a response from Christian, I head into a Starbucks to warm up with a hot cup of tea. I sit down near the window when my phone buzzes.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: All I Want for Christmas
Date: December 03, 2011 11:25
To: Anastasia Grey
Yes, I made it back to the office just fine. Thank you. And Christmas gifts? I don’t need anything but you and Blip. But I also know you won’t be satisfied with my response. Something fun?
CEO and trying not to be Grinch, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
His email make me laugh out loud. The Grinch? Sometimes Christian can be so witty. And something fun he says. My inner goddess jumps from her stool and is ready to do the jingle bell rock. But my idea of fun is not necessarily Christian’s idea of fun. I grab my tea and head out to continue shopping….for something fun.
As I walk past all the decorated shop windows, something catches my eye. I smile at the thought entering my mind. It would definitely be fun, comical even. But would Mr. Grinch be willing to go along with it? I am hesitant to email him but here goes nothing.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: This Could be Fun!
Date: December 03 2011 11:44
To: Christian Grey
So you suggested something fun….. perhaps we could partake in this holiday fun? I have included a picture. I ask for you to have an open mind, dear husband. Tis the season to be jolly….
Your Ana, spreading holiday cheer xx
I hit the send button and imagine Christian’s face when he reads it. My phone buzzes in almost no time at all. That can’t be good.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
Date: December 03 2011 11:45
To: Anastasia Grey
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT CHRISTMAS CREEPINESS?
CEO & confused Grinch, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Creepiness? I look at the elf I am holding in my hands, ready to purchase. Granted, the thing isn’t going to win most beautiful at the Miss Elf pageant, but it’s not totally horrendous. Plus, it’s a lovely tradition to start with Blip when he/she is old enough to get it. Oh, wait a minute. Mr. Grinch in a suit probably doesn’t know what the elf is. He was very quiet and withdrawn as a child due to his past. Perhaps this is his first encounter with the potentially fun elf. Let’s try this again…
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: The Elf Brings Happiness (and fun)
Date: December 03 2011 11:50
To: Christian Grey
Ok Mr. Grinch, before you ruin Christmas for all the boys and girls, hear me out. The elf on the shelf is a fun family tradition to start. We are supposed to hide the elf each night for the other to find. Tradition is the elf is found in peculiar places, and sometimes getting himself into mischief. If it helps, you could put your own twist on the game. Please think about it! It could be FUN!
CEO Elf on the Shelf Enterprises Inc.
Oh dear. What have I started? Perhaps this is going to be more trouble than its worth. I have to pick and choose my battles sometimes with Mr. Grey. I look at the elf once again. You are like Blip, I think to myself. First totally rejected by the Grinch, but hopefully part of the family once he gets over his control freak issues. There’s my phone. Crap. Hold on tight miss…miss Twitchy…yes I will name you Twitchy the elf. I am laughing so hard I can barely hear my phone buzzing.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Bring on silver balls…I mean bells
Date: December 03 2011 11:54
To: Anastasia Grey
My own twist, huh? A mischievous elf? I think this is just my kind of game! I hope the playroom is open for some Elffin magic;) Because I think our new-found playmate is going to be the messenger of the 12 days of kinkmas! Yes, kinkmas. My twist to your hide and seek game is that wherever little miss stuffed with fluff hides, that is where we must engage in our own game of spreading the Christmas cheek, I mean cheer. Sound like enough FUN?
CEO & Master of Games, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I stare at my phone. For a long time, or at least it feels that way. Did my husband just take a holiday tradition dating back to the 1960’s and make it part of the March of the Wooden Paddles? My inner goddess is merry and bright. She’s got her Santa hat on and is ready to jingle all the way. Well, Twitchy let’s go pay for you so that you too can jingle all the way…to the Red Room. _______________________
I wake up feeling like a kid on Christmas morning. That anxious and giddy feeling that prevents you from falling back asleep. “You’re awake early for a weekend morning, Mrs. Grey.” Christian wraps himself around me. “Any reason in particular?” there’s a playful tone to his voice.
“You know why, Mr. Grey.” I turn around to face him. Isn’t today the first of our 12 Days of Kinkmas?” I can hear the eagerness in my voice. Truly I’ve turned back into a five-year old anticipating the run downstairs to ooh and aah at the pile of gifts before I ripped into them. I jump out of the bed. “Okay, I am ready to go find Ms. Twitchy. Are you coming or not?”
“I hope to come, yes,” Christian says with a laugh. “And I can’t believe you named that thing Twitchy. You know we will have to rename it once Blip is old enough to ask why we named an elf after my palms.” He starts laughing and I join in. I love playful Christian. His ability to just indulge me in this and laugh hysterically reassures me that fatherhood will suit him just fine.
“Let’s go then,” I say as I grab my robe from the corner chair. “Is Ms. Twitchy going to be hard to locate? Or can I guess where she’ll be?’” I wink at Christian.
He winks back at me and says, “You know me well, Mrs. Grey. Let’s go find that kinky elf.”
We head down the hall and stop at the playroom door. “Thank you Christian,” I say before we head inside. “It means so much that you would go along with my silly ideas.You will be an amazing father.”
“You. Are. Mine,” he says while holding my chin. “And I just love you.” Oh my. My lower body parts react to his words as always. He opens the door and we step in. I don’t know what to expect since Christian “hid” Twitchy on his own last night while I slept. I enter the room and my mouth drops open. Standing before me is a huge tree, expertly decorated with twinkling lights and ornaments that coordinate with the room. It’s a beautiful sight. “Do you like it? I decorated while you were sleeping.” Tears fall from my eyes uncontrollably.
“Blame it on the hormones,” I say jokingly.
Christian comes closer to me and wipes my tears with his handkerchief. “You are beautiful, Mrs. Grey. When you are crying, laughing, yelling, and driving me crazy. Now go find your elf so I can have my way with you.”
I walk around the tree, admiring all the beautiful ornaments as I look for Ms. Twitchy. I assume here’s where he hid her. Oh my. “Christian Grey you are mad!” I scream out at him. Nestled in the branches is Ms. Twitchy. Holding silver balls. And a piece of paper sitting above the elf that reads, “On the 1st day of Kinkmas my Twitchy gave to me, silver balls while sitting in the tree.”
My inner goddess is suddenly wide awake and singing. “Silver balls….silver balls… its Kinkmas time in the Red Room.”
to be continued….xo