Deep Inside Jamie on Christmas Eve (Jamie Marleigh)

[Gianni Shamari]

Uptown in Harlem, on 125th Street, it was Christmas Eve. The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a breathtaking palette of deep reds, soft lavenders, and vibrant oranges that shimmered like liquid gold across the horizon. Twinkling decorations in the shape of snowflakes and shooting stars adorned the bustling streets, casting a joyful glow on the lively scene. Everywhere you looked, vendors called out, their voices rising above the cheerful din, selling CDs, vibrant apparel, books, and posters. The warm, soulful sounds of The Temptations Christmas Album filled the air, wrapping around passersby like a familiar hug.

In front of the Adam Clayton Powell Jr. State Office Building, a traditional Gospel Christmas concert attracted a crowd, the rich melodies of carols echoing down the street. The scent of hot cocoa wafted through the air, mixing with the crispness of the late afternoon, as local businesses generously offered steaming cups to the throngs of Harlemites who gathered in joyous celebration. Children’s laughter rang out, blending harmoniously with the choir’s passionate singing, a cheerful response to the heartbreaking news from Newtown. Some audience members wiped tears from their eyes, moved by the moment's emotion.

Maré glanced to his left, and there she was—his friend, Jamie Marleigh, making her way through the crowd, her North Face coat strikingly contrasting to the soft, snowy backdrop. Short and light-skinned, with sharp cheekbones and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights, she caught the last rays of the sun as her golden-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders. Jamie was not just a friend; she was a nude model and an adult film star who had graced over 50 pornographic movies.

“Wow, a blast from the past!” Maré exclaimed, his voice rising above the festive sounds. “What’s up, Jamie?”

“Hey, Happy Holidays, Maré!” Jamie responded, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. Her warmth instantly dispelled the chill in the air. “How’ve you been holding up?”

“I’m fine; I just watched that concert before heading home,” Maré said, glancing back toward the stage where the choir sang. “Are you ready for Christmas?”

Jamie’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I can’t wait to spend it with my family! I have all their presents right here,” she grinned, her hands playfully tossing the invisible gifts around as she laughed. “I did all my shopping online. I couldn’t deal with the long lines and the craziness.”

“Yeah, I hear you!” Maré chuckled, shaking his head as he recalled the chaos. “I tried Macy’s once—ended up leaving after an hour. Some people bumped into me every five minutes! It was madness.”

Jamie nodded vigorously, her expression turning serious for a moment. “I know. I was so frustrated. Staying home kept me from overspending, too. It’s better to focus on the essentials.”

“Exactly!” Maré agreed, a grin spreading across his face. “Thank God I wasn’t in that craziness. I treated myself to a diamond watch this year. A little gift from me to me.”

He winked playfully, the moment’s warmth pulling them closer amid the bustling crowd.

“Nice! You deserve it,” Jamie said, her smile bright enough to rival the twinkling lights above. “Let’s grab some cocoa and enjoy the concert together!”

“Sounds perfect!” Maré replied, his heart light as they strolled toward the vendor, the spirit of the season wrapping around them like a cozy blanket.

“Where is my Christmas gift?” Jamie asked in a sultry voice.

“What? What do your fine ass want for Christmas?”

Jamie reached down and squeezed his balls. “That.”

“Oh, okay,” Maré smiled. “Let’s go to your place and have some fun.”

“Sure,” Jamie chuckled. “I want you to warm me up.”


Maré and Jamie basked in the comfort of the Harlem apartment on a frigid Christmas night. The blazing fire in the fireplace filled the room with warmth, and the aroma of freshly baked cookies permeated the air. Soft jazz music played in the background, contributing to the serene and peaceful ambiance.

Maré gazed at Jamie, snuggled in a plush blanket, and grinned. He considered himself fortunate to be spending the holiday with her. Maré savored the sweetness and warmth of his hot cocoa with each sip. Jamie giggled as she caught Maré’s gaze.

“What’s so funny?” Maré asked, chuckling with her.

“This moment is just wonderful,” Jamie replied, her eyes shining. “It’s so cozy and perfect. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

Maré nodded in agreement, feeling the same way. Another sip of hot cocoa filled him with comfort. The apartment was adorned with glittering lights and festive decorations, and he felt as though he was wrapped in a cozy Christmas cocoon.

As they chatted and laughed throughout the night, the sounds of Harlem outside the window added to the ambiance. The distant sound of carolers singing and the occasional honk of a car horn only added to the moment’s magic.

Inside the primary bedroom, Jamie sexily crawled on the bed. She grabbed Maré’s cock  through his boxers and felt that he was ready for action. Gently, she began stroking Maré’s dick and even teasing the tip.

“That feels so good, baby girl,” Maré whispered. “Keep going. I’m hard for you.”

Giggling, Jamie stroked his shaft faster. Maré began sucking on her tits lovingly while licking her hard nipples gently. Cupping his balls, Jamie swirled her tongue around the head of Mare’s dick and sucked him off like a goddess. She loved the sensation of his shaft sliding over her tongue, pushing deeper into her mouth until her lips bumped against her hand.

“I love sucking this cock,” Jamie slurped. “It is so beautiful.”

She sucked him off for a few minutes before she sat on Maré’s dick, filling her pussy with every inch. Then she began humping up and down on Maré like a Sybian.

“Oh, my God, you feel so good.” Jamie moaned. “Oh, you feel so amazing right now.”

Jamie began bouncing rapidly on Maré’s dick, loving every second of the pleasure while tossing her hair about. Maré was transfixed by the way her tits swayed above his face. They were so enticing that he squeezed them. Soft panting spewed from Jamie’s lips as she was getting close to an orgasm.

“I feel you about to cum, baby,” Maré murmured. “Cum for me.”

He thrust his pelvis up, meeting hers. Jamie shrieked her orgasm that shook her body. Chuckling, she collapsed on Maré, breathing deeply in his ear as they embraced in a deep hug.

“I want to do doggy,” Jamie spoke. “It’s my favorite position. Fuck my ass.”

Jamie got on all fours, eagerly awaiting Maré’s dick with a sultry look. Maré moved behind Jamie and inserted his dick into her intimate hole. Slowly, he began fucking her doggy style. His cock rammed in and out of her smoothly, but the pleasure triggered Maré to pound her faster.

“That ass looks so good,” Maré grunted.

“I love it, baby. I can feel every inch.” Jamie groaned. “Yes, harder! Fuck! It’s so good.”

The wet smacking sounds of her ass hitting Maré’s pelvis filled the room. Maré developed a rhythm that had his balls slapping off Jamie’s toned thighs with every stroke. Seeing his dick move in and out of Jamie made Maré slapped her ass a few times. The stinging sensation drove Jamie wild as she met Maré’s thrust with a hot counter-thrust. She was overtaken by one impactful wave of orgasm after another.

“Yes, work that ass,” Maré shouted. “Back that ass up!”

Maré fucked Jamie for what seemed like an hour before she exploded off his dick. Jamie’s orgasm was so intense that she convulsed in the center of the bed. Jamie’s toned body was perfectly illuminated in the moonlight as she lay on her back.

“Never in my life had I ever dreamed that fucking would be like this.” Jamie expressed. “Your dick is incredible! I came so many times. Now, it’s your turn to cum. I want you to cum deep inside my pussy.”

Maré sighed when he inserted his dick back into Jamie’s velvety pussy and began banging her. He grabbed the headboard for leverage to quicken up the pace, fucking Jamie with wild abandon. The wet slapping of their bodies, the faint squeaks of the mattress, and the thuds of the bed against the wall filled the room.

“You have good pussy, baby,” Maré said. “I don’t want to pull out.”

“I want you to cum inside my pussy so bad.” Jamie panted. “Don’t stop! I need all that cum inside me.”

Her eyes rolled back as she felt herself nearing another orgasm. The sensation of the hard sex and the alluring sight of Jamie’s dancing tits had Maré close to the edge. They both were in euphoria of how incredible the sex they were having.

“I’m going to cum, baby girl,” Maré announced. “I’m going to cum deep inside you.”

“Do it, baby. Fill me up!” Jamie encouraged him. “I know you want to.”

Maré pushed his hard dick deeper into Jamie’s pussy, and they simultaneously orgasmed. A thick load of baby-making cream filled Jamie’s throbbing pussy, and Maré watched Jamie push it out of her hole erotically.

“It looks like melted marshmallow dripping out your pussy.” Maré jested.

Jamie laughed. “It feels good. Thank you for the present.”

Before they knew it, the clock had struck midnight, closing the night. Maré and Jamie embraced, not wanting the moment to end. As Maré left the apartment building, snow began to fall, blanketing the city in white. It was a picture-perfect Christmas Eve night in Harlem that Maré and Jamie would never forget. The memories of the warmth, smells, sounds, and sights would stay with them forever.

By Gianni Shamari

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