EroticReverie

Ginger Noelle Snow 

“What’s so funny?” My mother Corrine asks as I walk into the house carrying a box of my things still with a big smile and soft laughter and little giggles coming from me. 

My father Samuel, my sister Merry and Kristoffer’s brother, Jack, are all sitting in the living room right inside the door. 

“Jacks brother just attacked the snowbank with the front end of his car.” I snicker and Jack laughs and my mother immediately stands and rushes to the window. 

“Ginger! Why are you laughing? Did you see if he was alright?!” She shrieks as she draws back her green and red plaid curtains. 

“He’s fine mom. He drives an Escalade. Not a sleigh.” I say and she’s still peeking out the window and turns and huffs. 

“Are you sure he’s alright?” She asks dramatically as if he ran into a brick wall and not the light fluffy snow. 

“I mean, he was bleeding a little but he should be -“

“Bleeding?!” She shrieks and starts to run to the door and I laugh and she scowls and my father shakes his head and holds back his laughter as Jack and Merry bite their smiles back. 

“I assure you, the town Grinch is just fine.” I say. 

“Ginger, don’t call him that.” My mother gasps as of I just accused him of domestic terrorism. 

“Oh he’s definitely a Grinch, it’s alright” Jack says and smile. I always liked Jack. I got along with him growing up. It’s me and Kristoffer that were always at each other throats and pranking each other and arguing. 

My mother settles down with a sigh and a shake of her head and I boost my box higher. 

“I’m gonna go bring this stuff upstairs. Call me when dinner is ready?” I say and take off without waiting for a response. 

I had a few ads to post and today was the suggested deadline for them and normally I’m super quick about posting for companies that send me their products. But since I was currently moving back home   I’d been too busy and needed to catch up the few that I’d had to put off. 

I lock my bedroom door and walk across the room and pull open the curtains for some natural light. I’ve already got my camera and ring light set up as well. But I test out the quality of light for a bit till I’m sure that the video won’t have me washed out too much. 

My old bedroom isn’t what it was when I left at eighteen. It’s been more so made into a guest bedroom. And it looks like Santa’s reindeer took a magical Christmas shit all over the place. Red and white is the theme. White wallpaper with red Damask print , the bed made up in a matching red comforter with embroidered white snd silver tinsel like snowflakes. It’s super tacky. But I love it. I’ve always loved Christmas and having parents that always made it so magical, it was no wonder it was my favorite time of year. 

My mother has a white Christmas tree with white lights and a million red baubles and bows on it, in the corner of the room near the bed. So that’s what I have as the background. 

I pull off my jacket and toss it and then take down my hair as I smile to myself thinking about Kristoffer Cole Frost and his grumpy face and throwing me the middle finger because of his bruised ego. I’d be sure to tease him about his poor driving for no less than till the end of time. 

He’d always been taller and more “manly” looking that guys our age when we were in highschool. Our freshman year of highschool   , he could’ve passed for a college graduate. If not for his poor little mustache he couldn’t quite grow. But now? He’d clearly gotten the mustache down. Along with a short well kept full beard. And I can’t lie. Six foot six inch tall Kristoffer Cole Frost was a hot grumpy asshole.  His dark hair and angry ice blue eyes and that dark thick beard. Yum. If he was another man, I’d climb him like a Christmas tree and put my pussy on his face like a tree topper. 

He’s also muscular now. More than before. Thicker arms. I could tell even through his winter coat. And his large thighs looked damn good in those dark grey dress pants when he got out of the car.  I bet he could crack a watermelon open with those legs. 

I shake my head of my pervy thoughts with a little grin on my face. I finger comb my hair in the mirror which is near the window, the window that looks out right to the small area between our yards, and into his window. As that thought hits me while I’m primping and pushing up my tits in my white long sleeved t shirt and making sure I have ample cleavage showing for my review, I look over and see him. Standing there. Watching me with my hands on my tits. When his eyes go from my tits to my face I see the flash of terror that he’s been caught. I hold up my hand and give him the finger with a smile. And then blow him a kiss. 

I can see the way his eyes roll and he turns away and leaves the window as I laugh to myself. 

I finish adjusting my girls and when I’m satisfied with the length of my cleavage I walk over to the bed and dump it over onto the bed. 

The latest company I was scheduled to do an ad for was a new sex toy website. 

And I wasn’t one of those people that just posted myself with anything just to get the payout. I actually reviewed the stuff. Tested it out. So if it wasn’t good, I politely sent the items back and told them no thank you and that I was choosing not to represent their products. 

I’ve been sent plenty of sex toys in the past. Most get the job done and I post reviews. But some, aren’t worth trying to hype up. But I’ve tested all the trinkets that are spilled onto my bed. And let me tell you. Ten stars out of five. 

I sit on my bed and make sure the camera is recording and check out the frame in the flip screen of the camera and then begin.