To all at Pixies!

You have been invited to my Christmas Party.

This party has a costume theme whereas you come as a character you have previously played in a thread or if you can’t do that, come as anyone/anything you like (no, not as a horse, Maid. )

There’s dancing, a cosy fire for people to sit around, food to eat and plenty of drink. So come one and all. There is plenty of mistletoe for all those who likes to kiss .

Merry Christmas.

Tib

Standing on my front door step, I feel the cold on my cheeks as I survey the snow-covered street, sipping my glass of sherry and biting into a new heated mince pie.

It looks lovely but it’s bloody cold!

It is 7.30pm on Christmas Eve and it is the night of my Christmas Party.

Closing the front door behind me, I walk into my living room which is now lit only by candlesticks that are mounted on the walls, bathing the room in a soft flickering light and giving it that cosy feel. The only other source of light comes from the roaring fire that I have just prepared.

Going into the kitchen, I inspect the buffet that I have laid out on the various tables, having decided not to have a traditional meal. There are all sorts of food there, from the traditional turkey, roast beef, pheasant to the more delicate (and delicious) hors d'oevres.

As usual, I have a large stock of alcohol though I am offering sherry instead of eggnog this year. Glasses have already been prepared and are stationed by the front door (along with piping hot mince pies) for the guests to take when they enter.

Seeing that there is no set meal, I have moved out all the furniture out of the dinning room to allow people to dance if they wish while the main living room is for those who wish to sit and talk.

Of course, for those who wishes to enjoy the party more privately, I have made sure that all the beds in the spare rooms have clean sheets (well it is a SRP thread after all ).

My Grandfather clock starts to chime, telling me to go upstairs and change into my ‘character’ before the first of my guests arrive…

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Seeing the lights from the street I decide I will try to 'crash' the party. Clutching a bottle of Tequila I wander up the path to the front door. Pausing before to adjust the piece of Mistletoe I have hung on my belt buckle, I ring the doorbell. The door is opened by, I assume the host, who says "This is a costume party"

I point to the mistletoe and grin "I'm the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come". Waving the bottle of Tequila also helps as the door is opened wide and I enter

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I can hear the door ringing as I finish putting on my Santa outfit.

I thought Maid had arrived?

Shrugging my shoulders, I put on my jacket and rush down the stairs to open the front door.

"This is a costume party." I say to the man who, well, appears to be wearing no type of costume at all.

Grinning, he points to the mistletoe on his belt. "I'm the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come".

Since he is waving a bottle of Tequila which I don't have, I decide to let him in only to stop completely dead, my mouth open. Maid of Marvels is bending over a chair, her panties on full display while she fiddles with something ...

I follow mine hosts gaze to a see a brief pair of panties topping a set of tantalising legs. We both stare at the vision as she fiddles with the parcels and sings a little song to herself, seemingly oblivious to the attention she is getting.

Tearing my eyes from her ass I wave the Tequila yet again at the host who, unable to take his eyes off his guest, points to a nearby door. I wander down to the door and push it open...the kitchen. Natural instincts take over and I head straight for the refridgerator and help myself to a beer. As I turn I hear the door to the kitchen open....

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There is something familiar about the maid's breasts that forces me to watch them.

"Do you know you're supposed to kiss me under the mistletoe?" I ask with a grin. She looks up and returns the grin with a very mischievous look..

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Haven't been around on Pixies for a while so am feeling nervous as I smooth down the front of my" Pixie Santa Helper dress" and knock at the door. Hearing no answer I push it open and enter trying to achieve my best "lost girl" look and manage to trip over my heels and land sprawled on the floor, dress up and dignity long gone. Fuck!

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"Excuse me while I wag(gle)"

Walking up to the door I arrive just in time to see the beautiful MissX sprawl into the entryway, her dress flying up around her waist, granting me a grand view of her exquisite bum. Obviously she is a naughty Santa's helper as she seems to have forgotten her knickers. After taking an extra moment to take in this vision I quickly enter wearing my green tights, orange shirt, green gloves, and wide black black belt with a big 'A' on the buckle, and offer her a hand in getting up.

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Put me on wheels and I'll turn tricks.

Clever? Nah, I ran out of that years ago. But if you find this, let me know, k?
"The road goes ever on..." ~ Tolkien

In memory of my friend skip...
Go then, there are other worlds than these

I walk into the house noticeing that most of the other guests have just arived as well. I smile as a catch a few eyes.. or at least my breasts do... barely hidden behind my tiny dress

I'd thought it felt a bit chilly out

Hearing footsteps behind me I twist round to see a full frontal vision of Aqua, wow......trying not to appear all excited and getting quite breathless at the thought of meeting such a Christmas catch I gratefully accept his offered hand...where's that mistletoe....

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"Excuse me while I wag(gle)"

Lifting the vision of loveliness that is MissX to her feet she offers a heartfelt thank you, and shows her sincerity by cupping the outline of the bulge in my tights and kissing my cheek. She then takes a step-back to examine my costume. Finally she sighs and proclaims she doesn't know who I am supposed to be. I point to the 'A' on my belt buckle, and she just grins slightly and shakes her head. Well, I figure maybe some superheroes are more popular in the States... "I am Assmaster!" I tell her...

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Put me on wheels and I'll turn tricks.

Clever? Nah, I ran out of that years ago. But if you find this, let me know, k?
"The road goes ever on..." ~ Tolkien

In memory of my friend skip...
Go then, there are other worlds than these

I grumble to myself as I finally manage to get the back door open.

Brrr! Bloody freezing!

Going into the main loving, I mean living room, I see a number of people have now arrived.

"Hiya! I'm Tib your host. Have I missed anything?"

At that moment, someone cries out...