❄️⋆˚A Christmas Spark˚. ༉‧₊˚. ⋆˚❄️

By Gianni Shamari

Copyright ©2025

The snowflakes, like delicate lace, danced around Maré’s Bentley as it glided through the Manhattan streets on Christmas Eve. He stepped out onto the sidewalk, adjusting his cashmere coat as he gazed up at the towering Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center. The festive lights, like a thousand stars, reflected off the wet pavement, casting a magical glow. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roasting chestnuts and the distant sound of carolers, enveloping the city in a joyous holiday spirit.

Maré’s eyes scanned the crowd, his gaze unexpectedly locking onto a familiar figure. Teanna Trump, the former adult film star, stood sipping a hot chocolate, her long black hair cascading down her fur-trimmed coat. Their paths hadn’t crossed since 2014, a year that held both fond memories and heartache for them. Maré’s curiosity was piqued.

As he approached, Teanna’s eyes met his, and a hint of a smile played on her lips. “Maré,” she said, her voice husky.

“Teanna,” Maré replied, his voice low and smooth. “You look stunning, as always. What brings you to New York this Christmas?”

Teanna’s laughter was throaty. “Just enjoying the holiday spirit. How about you?”

“Doing some last-minute shopping and checking out all the beautiful decorations around the city,” Maré answered.

The sweet scent of roasting chestnuts and the distant sound of carolers filled the air. Maré’s gaze drifted to her lips, painted a deep red as they strolled through the snow-covered streets. The festive atmosphere added a special charm to their conversation, drawing Maré even more to Teanna’s sharp wit and infectious sense of humor.

“You know, I think you’d give a stand-up comedian a run for their money,” Maré told her.

Teanna laughed, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, please, I just call it like I see it! Like that guy over there with the neon pink pants. I mean, who does he think he is? A walking highlighter?”

Maré chuckled, glancing over his shoulder. “Honestly, if he can pull off that look, maybe I should invest in some bright colors for my wardrobe.”

“Now that’s a terrifying thought,” Teanna replied, smirking. “But hey, at least you’d stand out in a crowd!”

Maré shook his head, still smiling. “I think I’ll stick to my Philipp Plein jeans. But I do like the idea of standing out—at least in the humor department.”

Teanna nudged him playfully. “Trust me, you're already doing that. Your puns are a real crowd-pleaser.”

Maré laughed, feeling warmth spread through him. “And here I thought I was just being charming.”

Their laughter echoed against the backdrop of the sparkling city, wrapping them in a romantic glow that felt as effortless as their deepening connection. Maré knew he didn't want the night to end, not when he was feeling this drawn to Teanna.

“Would you like to join me for a Christmas Day dinner?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Teanna’s eyes sparkled. “I’d love to.”

Maré’s smile was triumphant. He knew that this Christmas Eve was going to be one for the books.

As they settled in for a private, luxurious Christmas dinner at an upscale restaurant, Teanna felt a delightful sense of wonder. The restaurant sparkled with stunning decorations, and the table radiated elegance with its fine china and crystal, creating the perfect romantic atmosphere for their evening. Maré beamed at Teanna as the tall, polished server with striking features proudly presented their roasted turkey.

“I’m happy you’re here!” he said, his eyes lighting up with warmth.

Teanna felt her heart flutter as their eyes locked. “Me too!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine excitement.

As they ate, they discussed their hopes, dreams, passions, and fears. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and Teanna found herself feeling seen and heard in a way she hadn't in a long time.

“I love traveling the world,” Maré said, leaning back in his chair with a smile. “Can you imagine standing on the Great Wall of China?”

Teanna nodded, her eyes sparkling. “That sounds amazing! I’ve always wanted to experience the Northern Lights. It must feel like being in a painting.”

“Definitely,” Maré replied, pausing to take a sip of his drink. “But sometimes, I worry—what if I never get the chance? What if life passes me by?”

Teanna looked thoughtful for a moment. “I get that. I share the same passion for writing. I want to publish a book one day, but I’m scared nobody will care.”

“Hey,” Maré said gently, “if you write it, they will care. Your stories are too good to be ignored.”

Her cheeks flushed at his encouragement. “Thanks, Maré. That means a lot. What about you? What’s holding you back?”

Maré sighed and then responded, “I think it’s the fear of failure. What if I step out of my comfort zone and it all goes wrong?”

Teanna reached across the table, squeezing his hand. “But what if it goes right? Sometimes, leaping is the scariest but also the most rewarding part of the journey.”

They continued their meal, surrounded by the warmth of their dreams and the comfort of each other’s fears, feeling a little braver with each bite.

After dinner, Maré walked Teanna to a luxurious glass building overlooking Central Park. They took the elevator to the top floor, where the doors opened to reveal a spacious penthouse apartment.

“Would you like to come in?” Teanna asked, her eyes sparkling with invitation.

Maré’s heart skipped a beat. “I’d love to.”

As they stepped into the penthouse, the warmth enveloped them, and Mauri's eyes were drawn to the panoramic view of the city. The snowflakes fell gently outside, and the Christmas tree lights sparkled like diamonds, casting a warm, intimate glow over the room. The crackling fire added to the cozy atmosphere. Teanna slipped off her coat, revealing a fitted red dress that hugged her curves. Maré’s gaze lingered, and she smiled, aware of his admiration. The sound of soft jazz and the scent of champagne filled the air as Teanna poured two glasses of champagne.

“Merry Christmas, Maré,” she said, handing him a flute.

Maré clinked his glass against hers. “Merry Christmas, Teanna. To new beginnings.”

They sipped their champagne while staring at each other: the music and the view combined to create an intimate atmosphere. Mauri found himself lost in Teanna’s sparkling eyes.

“You’re still as captivating as ever,” Maré said, his voice low.

Teanna’s smile hinted at secrets. “You’re still as charming.”

The tension between them was palpable, a silent understanding that something significant was about to happen. Mauri set his glass down and took a step closer. Teanna's eyes never left his, her anticipation matching his.

“May I?” Maré asked, his hand reaching for hers.

Teanna nodded, and Mauri's fingers intertwined with hers. The spark was undeniable. They stood there, the city lights casting a romantic glow, the music swirling around them. Teanna’s eyes locked onto Maré’s, searching for something. Maré’s gaze held hers, his pupils dilating slightly as he took a step closer. The air was charged with anticipation. Without a word, Maré leaned in, his lips brushing against Teanna’s. The kiss was soft, exploratory, but it sent shivers down Teanna’s spine. She melted into him, her lips parting slightly.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the magic of the night. Maré’s arms wrapped around Teanna, pulling her close as the kiss deepened. The sound of Donny Hathaway's “This Christmas” drifted through the air, adding to the enchantment. For one night, at least, they could forget the past and indulge in the present. As they broke apart for air, Teanna smiled up at Maré, her eyes sparkling.

Maré’s gaze held hers, his eyes burning with desire. “Teanna,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Teanna’s heart pounded in her chest. She knew exactly what was happening. And she knew she wanted it. Maré’s lips brushed against Teanna's, sending shivers down her spine. The kiss deepened, their mouths moving in perfect sync. Teanna’s hands slid up Maré’s chest, her fingers tangling in his hair. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the passion of the moment. Maré’s hands roamed over Teanna’s body, igniting a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

They couldn’t wait any longer. As they exchanged tender thoughts, they drew closer, sharing soft kisses and gently removing each other’s clothing. The palpable chemistry between them was electric, and the warmth radiating from their fit, exposed bodies only heightened the intimate atmosphere around them. Maré’s cock stood straight up like a Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree, pointing at the ceiling. Teanna stared in amazement and began stroking it with both hands, her mouth watering.

“I have a special Christmas present for you. Would you like it now?” Teanna asked.

“Yes,” Maré replied.

At that moment, Teanna engulfed Maré’s cock with her mouth and began performing fellatio on him. She blew him fast and sloppy, worshipping his dick like the freak of his dreams.

Teanna had Maré’s toes curling when she deep-throated him.

“You will always be top-tier GOAT when it comes to giving throat,” Maré expressed with a moan. “Yes, you’re the Head Doctor.”

“You know I’d rather stay home and suck dick than do any Christmas shopping,” Teanna slurped. “I love having this dick in my mouth.”

Teanna continued devouring Maré’s cock, getting it wet and smooth with a sloppy toppy. She was in her bag, giving Maré the ultimate blowjob of his desires. The pleasure was so extreme that Maré was on the verge of exploding.

“I’m going to cum,” Maré declared.

With a groan, Maré released his load in Teanna’s mouth. She swallowed his cum and kept on blowing him with a continuous motion.

“Just cause you cum in my mouth doesn’t mean I’m done sucking,” Teanna guzzled. “I’m here to take care of this dick.”

Teanna used both hands while sucking, and her eyes looked up with a sweet and hungry expression. Saliva filled her mouth, and she rubbed it up and down his shaft. Then Teanna began sucking his balls while stroking his dick.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Maré suggested.

Teanna took Maré by the hand and led him to the primary bedroom. A silver of moonlight, sharp and cold as cut crystals, sliced across the deep pile of the velvet rug, the only light in the room. The pale light washed over the high, four-poster bed, catching the smooth, cool sheen of the ivory duvet and casting the room in a silent, silvered calm.

Teanna jumped into Maré’s arms, and they collapsed gently in the center of the bed. Teanna seemed to glow like a hologram in the moonlight as she rode Maré. Bouncing up and down on Maré’s dick like a pogo stick, Teanna moaned loudly as she felt his shaft simultaneously fill and stretch her pussy. She was oozing her erotic cream all over his cock.

“This cock feels so good in my pussy,” Teanna grunted. “Oh, my God, it’s so big. You’re hitting my G-spot.”

Eyes closed and moaning loudly, Teanna was in her bag fucking Maré. He glanced up, beaming at the sight of Teanna’s tits swaying in his face. Maré began playing with them, squeezing her hard nipples. This moment was like the pinnacle of his night, getting the ride of his life from a baddie.

“Ride that dick, girl,” Maré said. “I know you’re enjoying bouncing on that dick as much as I’m enjoying it.”

“Yes, I’m going to enjoy every inch of my Christmas present.” Teanna moaned. “I own this dick.”

She bounced on Maré’s cock energetically and enthusiastically until she climaxed. The intensity of her orgasm was so profound that she felt momentarily lifted, observing the experience from a serene perspective, immersed in pure bliss.

Maré held her tight and gently lay on her back. Teanna’s labia gleamed with moisture. Maré inserted his dick in her pussy, and began thrusting. Teanna wrapped her legs around his waist as he gradually sped up the pace. Maré’s muscular chest rubbing against Teanna’s breasts intensified their arousal. The chemistry was intense. Maré’s big black cock felt at home in Teanna’s pussy.

“You look so sexy taking this dick,” Maré said.

“Yes,” Teanna sighed. “I can take this dick. Go deep, baby. I want you to cum deep in my pussy.”

The dirty talk triggered Maré to fucked Teanna faster and harder, banging his balls against her. Teanna’s eyes rolled back as she slid up and down. Her body writhed and twisted wildly. Teanna squealed with delight and grunted louder with each thrust.

“I’m going to cum,” Maré announced.

“Cum for me, baby,” Teanna replied. “Cum in my pussy.”

After three hard pumps, Maré ejaculated deep in Teanna’s pussy. Their eyes connected. They were both out of breath and basking in the afterglow of just having great holiday sex.

“Merry Christmas,” Maré whispered.

Teanna’s smile was radiant. “Indeed, it is. Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoyed your present as much as I did.”

As the sun rose over the Manhattan skyline, Maré and Teanna shared a tender moment, their hearts still racing from the passion of the night. The Christmas magic lingered in the air, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Their chance encounter on Christmas Eve had sparked something unexpected – a connection that went beyond the surface level. As they gazed into each other’s eyes, they both knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter.

The city awakened, and the sounds of Christmas Day filled the air – carolers singing, bells ringing, and the distant hum of holiday celebrations. Maré and Teanna smiled, knowing they’d created memories to cherish forever. Their lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, sealing the promise of a new beginning. As they pulled back, Teanna’s eyes sparkled, and Maré’s heart skipped a beat.

“Merry Christmas,” they whispered in unison, their voices filled with hope and possibility.

And as they embarked on this new journey together, the city lights twinkled like stars, illuminating the path ahead.

About Gianni Shamari:

New York native Gianni Shamari coined the term “champagne erotica,” a fast-paced erotic story that captures the celebration of the champagne lifestyle. He made his publishing debut with the erotic tale “Another Best Erotic Night Of My Life” in 2016, The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine anthology. Gianni has been writing for Bare Back Magazine for eight years. His novellas "Monica Hershel: Predator on Top" and "His Highness, the Philogynist" established him as an author. Gianni's third erotic novella, "Maré & Monica: The Best of Both Worlds," showed his growth as a writer. He just released his fourth erotic novella, "Ecstasy Around the World," which is a must-read.