I have visions of spicy nights with my alpha man this holiday, but that Grumpy Grinch ruined our Christmas cheer.
It’s the season of giving, and I’m giving this holiday my all – including my Rudolph G-string.
We’ve been keeping a juicy secret for a long time, and now that Christmas is finally here, I can’t wait to unwrap him like a gift with a big red bow.
But Mother Nature doesn’t care about the plans we make.
After dumping a mountain of snow on us overnight, my hot Santa has turned so cold even Jack Frost needs a blanket.
He’s acting like a real-life Grinch without a care in the world except for himself, so why am I dying to drag him under the mistletoe?
We’ve had scorching nights before this arctic storm, and I yearn for his fiery touch again.
Can holiday magic rekindle our passion?
My only Christmas wish is to melt his frosty heart and make him mine again.
