From work party hookups to Santa hats, we’ve seen it all…<\/p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/flatplan-plus-content.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/6\/2024\/12\/imago675454000.jpg” alt=”Christmas sex” title_text=”Sex after a Christmas party, quick sex concept., Sex after a Christmas party, quick sex concept. Sho” force_fullwidth=”on” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″]
Tis\u2019 the most wonderful time of the year. From work Christmas party hookups to sexy Santa outfits, it\u2019s no secret that the holidays are a time when our sexual appetite increases. I mean, kissing under the mistletoe is a tradition for a reason, right?<\/p>\n
But finding time to get down to business during the festive season isn’t always straightforward. Whether you\u2019re crammed into the spare room with young children or getting reacquainted with that very squeaky mattress you had as a teenager, opportunities for seasonal intimacy can be tricky to navigate. It\u2019s little wonder that a 2020 Stanford study found that women experience a desire drought during the holiday season. Researchers found that women reported a dip in libido in the days leading up to Christmas Day, with low desire lingering until after the New Year.<\/span><\/p>\n Of course, some do manage it – and they do it with style.\u00a0From sneaking dates through windows to hometown hookups, we’ve compiled a list of people\u2019s funniest festive sex confessions…<\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″] It was just before Christmas, and I was due to fly back to see my parents in Australia, so my boyfriend and I were making the most of the time we had left together. He had a Santa hat in his room, and we thought it would be funny if I wore it while we were having sex, to get into the Christmas spirit and all that. It was Christmas Eve and I\u2019d been at my Grandparents house for a long lunch. After spending the day playing the good granddaughter, I couldn\u2019t wait to see my boyfriend later, who was driving over from his home near Manchester. I was also drunk after spending the day drinking all the free red wine \u2013 and super horny, because we hadn\u2019t seen each other in a really long time.<\/p>\n He picked me up and we got back to my parents\u2019 house at 2am, where we listened to music and made cocktails. But soon, I was like \u2018right, kit off\u2019 and got on top of him naked on my mum\u2019s favourite sofa. We had sex for an hour, trying to be quiet while everyone else slept soundly upstairs waiting for Santa Claus. I think we got away with it, but safe to say it wasn\u2019t the innocent Christmas eve\u2019s I\u2019d known as a child.<\/p>\n I was back home for my birthday, which falls just before Christmas. My sister was seeing my friend\u2019s brother, and we were all out in town and feeling quite merry. All for of us led the charge to the only pub in my local town that is open past midnight on Christmas Eve. I was walking with my friend, and he kissed me, and instantly we started making out while walking down the street.<\/p>\n Next thing I know we\u2019re sprinting down what I thought was an ally to have sex. It was freezing cold, so just the trousers went down, and it only lasted five minutes or so. Five minutes later, Christmas lights came on in a window and we realised we were in front of someone\u2019s house\u2026 doing doggy in their front garden. We made a speedy exit, and finally arrived at the second pub and faced a lot of questioning from my sister and his brother about our tardiness. Ho ho ho.<\/p>\n For me, going home at Christmas means one thing \u2013 boozy nights out in my hometown. A couple of years ago, I happened to find myself single. I came from a night out really drunk, and my whole family was asleep. Naturally, the only logical thing to do felt like to go on Tinder. I\u2019d been talking to this guy, so decided to give him the classic \u2018you up?\u2019 message. He, unlike me, was stone cold sober. He ended up driving over at 1am and sneaking through my window, which was luckily on the ground floor. We didn\u2019t waste any time getting down to business, and he ended up leaving at around 3am. He snuck back out the window and crept across the garden to his car. The next morning, I felt so sheepish and could barely look my parents in the eye. Safe to say, hair of the dog was needed.<\/p>\n I wanted to spice things up with my new boyfriend who was visiting my parents\u2019 house over Christmas, so I decided to whack out an old sexy Santa outfit I had in the cupboard. But he quickly put two and two together – that I\u2019d bought this for one of my ex-boyfriends, and not new for him (hence the fact it was buried at the bottom of my cupboard). He got stroppy that I hadn\u2019t splashed out on a new outfit for him, and that was the end of our intimate time.<\/p>\n *names have been changed.<\/p>\n <\/p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=”#111111″ divider_position=”center” divider_weight=”2px” module_class=”custom-divider” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”0px||0px||false|false” custom_padding=”0px||0px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text module_class=”credit-texts” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font=”|||on|||||” text_orientation=”center” global_colors_info=”{}”] Photos: <\/b>IMAGO<\/p>[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" From sneak ins to santa hats…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":11,"featured_media":5542,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_lmt_disableupdate":"","_lmt_disable":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5530","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-feature"],"acf":[],"modified_by":"guestgrazia","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5530","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/11"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5530"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5530\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5644,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5530\/revisions\/5644"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5542"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5530"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5530"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5530"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}‘His sister caught us in reverse cowgirl with a santa hat on’ – Vanessa*<\/h3>\n
So, we were at it like rabbits, me in reverse cowgirl wearing the Santa hat, and who should walk in but his younger sister. She squealed, and we both dived under the covers \u2013 I think just my hat was visible over the covers. His mum, who was cooking dinner, shouted up the stairs \u2018everything alright?\u2019 We\u2019ve never spoke about it since.<\/p>\n‘We had to have silent sex for an hour while everyone slept upstairs’ – Jane*<\/h3>\n
‘We got caught in someone’s front garden’ – Helen*<\/h3>\n
‘I snuck my Tinder date through my window’ – Pearl*<\/h3>\n
‘He kicked off at my sexy Santa outfit’ – Minnie*<\/h3>\n