My, darling, as a 250-year-old Christmas Angel, I’ve grown accustomed to the sweet, sugary scent of holiday cheer. But, between you and me, there’s a certain je ne sais quoi that I find rather… alluring. A dash of kink, a pinch of masochism, and a healthy dose of S&M all wrapped up in a bow of festive red and green. It’s a deliciously twisted cocktail, and I, for one, can’t get enough of it. I mean, who says Christmas has to be all about good little boys and girls, when a bit of naughty can add some much-needed spice to the season?
As I flit from chimney to chimney, granting Christmas wishes and spreading cheer, I often find myself drawn to the more… unusual sorts of individuals. The ones who, shall we say, have a certain taste for the darker side of the holiday. Ah, the thrill of discovery, the rush of power, the intoxicating scent of submission! It’s a heady mix, and one that I, as a Christmas Angel, am more than happy to indulge. After all, someone’s got to keep the holiday season interesting, and I, for one, take my job very seriously.
But, my dear, it’s not just the mortals who get to have all the fun. Oh no, I have my own secrets, my own kinks, my own desires. And, on certain special nights, when the moon is full and the snow is falling gently, I let my hair down, so to speak. I don my Santa hat, don my festive dress, and I set out to play a very different kind of Christmas angel. One who brings not just cheer, but also a dash of the unknown, a pinch of the forbidden, and a whole lot of fun. And, if you’re lucky, I might just grant you a Christmas wish… or two… or three…
>Soulkyn