Dirty Treats

I was searching for the box of Christmas decorations in the garage when I stumbled upon the old, dusty glass jar.
The dusty glass jar filled with folded paper slips that my wife and I wrote out years ago, long before our wedding bells chimed.
Naughty scrawled ideas, like a filthy little tombola…
It was like finding magical treasure that sparked a million memories. A million dirty ones.
As dirty as all hell, if those memories served me true…
Sure, we haven’t been getting a lot of alone time lately, what with our jobs and the kids and all.
But I’m going to serve it up to her this Christmas Eve – our filthy tombola from the past.
Our Christmas Eve date night.
No kids. No interruptions. Just me and my wife and a jar full of dirty treats.
I just hope she’s ready for a whole damn sack load of them.
In usual Jade West style, these dirty treats really are dirty treats. Please proceed with Christmas caution when you’re checking out these naughty little baubles.
Also included:
``¬¬Christmas Daddy¬¬
Dear Santa,
I've been a bad girl, but I still want a Daddy for Christmas...
Mr Hart is my big, bad new boss and my biggest Christmas wish of all.
He’s everything I ever wanted. Gorgeous, stern, powerful.
Totally off limits for a silly young office trainee like me.
He’s asked me to house sit his empty home for the holidays, and it’s a sneak peek into his private life I can’t resist.
I’m just begging you, please Santa. Please make sure Mr Hart is waiting under the tree this Christmas morning.
Preferably naked, if you’re feeling particularly generous.
Love from your very bad little good girl,
Jenny