By Gianni Shamari
Copyright ©2024
At the GoodFella$ magazine headquarters in Times Square, Billionaire businessman “Nature Boy” Maré sat in his leather office chair overlooking the stunning Manhattan skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful orange and pink glow on the buildings. He was finishing up his last meeting before his much-awaited holiday shopping spree.
“I think that concludes our meeting. Thank you for your time,” Maré said, standing up and extending his hand to his colleague.
“Thank you, Maré. Enjoy your holiday,” his colleague replied with a smile.
Maré grabbed his coat and headed towards the elevator. He felt the coolness of the metal buttons as he pressed the down arrow. Once the doors opened, he was greeted by the familiar sound of the elevator’s gentle hum.
As he stepped out onto the bustling streets of Manhattan, he felt the crisp air on his face and heard the sounds of cars honking and people talking. He was excited to hit the shops and find the perfect gifts for his loved ones.
Maré stood in the vast, empty New Jersey shopping mall, seeing rows of shops. He could hear his footsteps echoing off the polished marble floors as he walked toward the first store on his list. As he opened the door, he was immediately hit with the smell of freshly baked cookies and the sound of holiday music. The store was decorated with bright red and green ornaments, and a giant Christmas tree stood in the center.
“Welcome to our store! Is there anything I can help you find?” a cheery sales associate greeted him.
Maré smiled. “Yes. I’m renting out the entire mall for the day to do my Christmas shopping. Can you show me some of your best gift options?”
The sales associate’s eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself and led Maré to a display of beautiful handcrafted ornaments.
“These are some of our most popular items. They’re all made by local artisans and would make great gifts for anyone on your list,” she explained.
Maré scrutinized each ornament, admiring the intricate designs and delicate details. He could feel the weight of the ornaments in his hand and the texture of the rough twine used to hang them.
After selecting several ornaments, Maré moved to the next store, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. He listened to the cheerful banter of the sales associates and could feel the warmth of the holiday spirit around him. Maré took pictures with all the positive workers at the store.
Maré’s arms grew heavier with shopping bags as the day went on, but he felt satisfied and accomplished with each purchase. He knew that each gift he had chosen was thoughtful and unique. By the end of the day, Maré had completed all of his Christmas shopping and was ready to head home. He felt grateful for the opportunity to rent out the mall and create such a memorable experience for himself and his loved ones. He pulled out his phone and dialed Gallienne’s number.
“Hello?” Gallienne answered.
“Hey, Gallienne, it’s Maré,” he said.
“Hey, Maré! How was your shopping spree?” Gallienne asked.
“It was great! I got everything on my list,” Maré replied. “I even rented out the entire mall for the day.”
“Wow, impressive! You must have gone all out this year,” Gallienne said.
“I did. I wanted to make sure everyone got something special,” Maré said.
“I’m sure they will. What did you get me?” Gallienne asked playfully.
Maré laughed. “You’ll have to wait and see. But I can tell you it’s something you’ll love.”
Gallienne giggled. “I trust you. So, what did the mall look like? Was it all decked out for the holidays?”
“It was amazing. The stores were decorated with lights and garlands, and a giant Christmas tree was in the mall’s center,” Maré explained.
“Sounds magical. I wish I could have been there with you,” Saleisha replied.
“I wish you could have been too. But we can still celebrate our little holiday when I return,” Maré told her.
“I’d like that. And I can’t wait to see what you got me,” Saleisha beamed.
Maré smiled. “I think you’re going to like it. But enough about that. How was your day?”
Gallienne chatted about her day, and Maré listened, enjoying the sound of her voice. He couldn’t wait to see her and spend the holidays together. As they said their goodbyes, Maré walked towards his car, feeling content and fulfilled. He knew he had gotten everyone something special, and he was excited to see the joy on their faces when they opened their gifts.
Maré settled into the plush leather seats of the car; he turned on the radio and was immediately enveloped in the warm, festive sounds of Christmas music. The soft jingle of bells and the smooth crooning of classic holiday tunes filled the car, and Maré closed his eyes, savoring the joyful sensation. He could almost smell the sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies and the crisp notes of pine needles, imagining himself amid a winter wonderland. The glittering lights of the passing houses added to the magical atmosphere, and Maré felt a sense of excitement and anticipation as he approached his Alpine, New Jersey, mansion. He couldn’t wait to share the season’s joy with his loved ones and bask in the warmth of the holiday spirit.
It was Christmas Day. Maré’s house was filled with the warm and inviting aroma of freshly baked cookies and joyful chatter as the family sat around the Christmas tree, exchanging gifts and laughing.
As they opened their gifts, the room was filled with the sounds of excited gasps and grateful thank-yous. The colorful wrapping paper littered the floor, and the soft glow of the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree illuminated the room.
“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Maré exclaimed, holding up the sweater that his mother had given him.
“Merry Christmas, Maré!” they all replied in unison.
The family gathered around the table for their Christmas dinner, filled with the rich and delicious scents of roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, and gravy.
“I can’t wait to dig in!” Maré‘s sister, Nunu, exclaimed as she took her seat.
“Me too!” Maré‘s mother replied, beaming with pride at the spread of food she had prepared.
As they began to eat, the room was filled with contented sighs and murmurs of appreciation. They were all enjoying the delicious feast and the warmth of each other’s company.
“I’m so thankful to be able to celebrate this holiday with all of you,” Maré said, raising his glass in a toast.
“Cheers!” they all replied, clinking their glasses together.
The rest of the evening was spent sitting around the cozy fire, sipping hot cocoa, and sharing stories and memories from Christmases past. The room was filled with the sounds of laughter and joy, and the warm glow of the fire made the moment feel even more magical.
As the night drew to a close, Maré‘s family exchanged hugs and kisses, said their goodbyes, and wished each other a happy holiday season.
“Thanks for hosting us, Maré. It was a wonderful Christmas,” his father said, hugging him.
“Anytime, Dad. I’m just glad we could all be together,” Maré replied, smiling.
The family then left, and Maré was left alone in the quiet of his house, feeling content and grateful for the memories that had been made that day. He knew that it was a Christmas that he would never forget. Maré sat alone in his living room, listening to his Christmas playlist on his stereo system. He heard a knock at the door. He opened it to find Gallienne dressed in a festive red sweater and carrying a large gift bag.
“Merry Christmas, Maré!” she exclaimed, beaming with excitement.
“Merry Christmas, Gallienne! What brings you here?” Maré asked, stepping aside to let her in.
“I wanted to drop off a gift for you. I hope you don’t mind,” Gallienne said, holding out the gift bag.
“Of course not. Thank you, Gallienne,” Maré replied, taking the bag from her.
As Gallienne sat on the couch, Maré sat beside her and opened the gift bag. Inside was a beautiful black Bugatti Tourbillion watch designed by Jacob & Co.
“I hope you like it. I know how much you love your timepieces,” Gallienne said, smiling.
“I love it, Gallienne. Thank you so much,” Maré replied, feeling touched by the thoughtful gift.
“Merry Christmas, Gallienne. I got you something, too,” he said, handing her the box.
Gallienne eagerly tore off the wrapping paper, revealing a delicate platinum necklace with a sparkling snowflake charm filled with diamonds.
“Oh, Maré! It’s beautiful! Thank you so much,” Gallienne exclaimed, holding the necklace to the light.
“I’m glad you love it,” Maré replied as he gently put the necklace around her neck.
The room was filled with happy chatter as they caught up on each other’s lives and reminisced about past Christmases. The twinkling lights on the Christmas tree added to the warm and cozy atmosphere, and the fire’s soft glow gave the room a magical feel. When one of their favorite Christmas songs, “Real Love This Christmas” by Kenny Lattimore, came on, the erotic holiday magic happened. Gallienne leaned in and kissed Maré. The feeling of Gallienne’s wet, luscious lips had Maré instantly aroused. He was ready for action as Gallienne beamed at him seductively and began stripping out of her clothes. Without seeing
Gallienne, Maré removed his clothes in record time.
“I’m going to make this Christmas iconic for you,” Gallienne winked.
She straddled Maré and began riding him. Maré gently placed his hands around her tiny waist as she rode him to ecstasy. Maré gripped her ass cheeks and smacked her ass a few times, which galvanized Gallienne to fucked him harder and faster.
“Yes, princess, fuck me!” Maré encouraged her. “Oh, it’s so good. You ride this dick the best! Oh, you’re the best!”
Maré’s dirty talk motivated Gallienne to pleasure him beyond his desires. She was in her bag, bouncing on Maré as if she was the queen of his cock. Maré’s dick glistened with Gallienne’s wet essence as she rode him, taking every inch of his length. Maré watched in amazement how Gallienne transitioned from cowgirl to reverse cowgirl position. Staring at her masterpiece ass as she turned around and seeing her pussy grabbed onto his dick nearly made him explode.
“Baby, you’re incredible,” Maré told her.
Maré enjoyed the pleasure of Gallienne’s wet, tight pussy welcoming his stiff shaft as her throbbing clit rubbed against his balls. He smacked her rear a few times, leaving an erotic holiday mark of his hand right upon her smooth ass. Gallienne’s eyes rolled back as she rode to absolute bliss. Every part of her sexy body trembled from the orgasm.
When her orgasm subsided, Gallienne captured Mare’s lips and said, “I fucking love when you do that. I want you back in my pussy,”
Gallienne lay on her back and spread her legs. Maré climbed on top of Gallienne and kissed her lips. Gallienne grabbed Maré’s dick and slid it perfectly inside her pussy. Maré watched Gallienne gasp as he slowly moved in and out of her. Maré loved missionary; feeling his chest pressed against her breasts sent erotic chills up his spine that were pleasurable. The sensation triggered Maré to fucked Gallienne faster and harder.
“God, I love this pussy so much, baby,” Maré murmured.
“It’s yours, baby.” Gallienne moaned. “Fuck me good.”
Looking down into Gallienne’s dark, lustful eyes, Maré continued pounding away. Gallienne’s pussy tightened, creaming over Maré’s cock. The look on Gallienne’s face let Maré know that his dick was taking her soul and hitting the right spot. After five dynamic pumps, Maré ejaculated deep in Gallienne’s pussy. Gallienne felt every pulsation as he pumped his balls dry into her.
“Fuck, that was good,” Maré sighed.
Beaming, Gallienne said, “You didn’t pull out.”
“It’s Christmas,” Maré responded.
They giggled in unison.
Maré walked Gallienne to the door as the evening drew close, feeling grateful for their time together.
“Thanks for coming over, Gallienne. I had a great time,” Maré said, hugging her.
“Me too, Maré. Merry Christmas,” Gallienne replied, returning the hug.
“Merry Christmas, Gallienne. See you soon,” Maré said, smiling.
Maré felt contentment and happiness as he closed the door. He knew it had been a special
Christmas, filled with love, friendship, and thoughtful gifts.
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.
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