The Year Santa Came
My mind is filled with creative craziness. One of those creative ideas is for a short story that involves a deviant dressed as Santa Claus who breaks into a woman’s home with the intent to harm her.
He gets the surprise of his life when she turns out to be a pistol toting bad-ass that puts him in his place. The story would end with her making him perform “oral sex” on the pistol before she fires it in his mouth killing him.
The gun “cums” in his mouth.
Ha! I love that ending.
But, I also love the thought of someone like the guy you see above coming to my house for Christmas.
This year I really really need it.