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‘Twas the night before Christmas
anticipation was high
but, not a finger was stirring
between my moist thighs.
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The slipknots were hung
on the bedposts with care
in hopes that a kinky partner
soon would be there.
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Santa’s elves promised a visit
yet still have not shown.
Where the fuck were they?
My arousal has grown!
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My pussy throbbed
in the cold of the night
calling for relief
from someone just right.
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Then what to my horny little ears was presented,
but a big Dominant Man
hauling a bag full of presents.
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He lay the sack down
by the bed with great care.
Then came rambling round
leaving a scent in the air
of masculine cravings
filled with want and desire.
The perfume of love
all hot, bothered and wired.
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The stroke of his beard
was the last thing I viewed,
before the blindfold covered my eyes
and was tightly secured.
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He went straight to his work,
not a moment was spared,
as he moved with a purpose
much like Fred Astaire.
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My pussy was flicked
and my nipple was squeezed,
he moved quickly about,
and I felt a light breeze.
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Wrists tightly secured,
legs spread-eagle open
my body getting hotter,
the juices freely flowing.
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“Come in elves, come in,”
I heard him exclaim.
Then the patter of feet
and warm hands did claim
my body as theirs,
all fingers a flutter.
My nerves were on edge,
my mind in the gutter.
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Sensations on overload,
flesh pinched, pulled and teased.
I was soaring right now
with the greatest of ease.
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Dasher and Dancer
had nothing on me
as I flew through the skies,
earth’s gravity released.
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Pussy craving a cock,
“Santa? Fill me with yours?
Won’t you please, Santa
pull down your drawers?”
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My Christmas wish fulfilled
in a push and a thrust.
Santa’s thick cock
was engorged with hot lust.
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We pounded hips to thighs
in the merriest of jingles,
as the bells on his waist
gave me all sorts of tingles.
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Elves have the softest of hands,
did you know this was true?
Like magic fingers or glitter
that falls around you.
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They worked on our bodies,
on Santa’s and mine,
Until we both exploded
in colors and rhyme.
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Merry Kinksmas to all,
to transgender queers,
to BDSM-ers and foot fetish seekers.
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To gays and lesbians and those in a tryst,
to sex workers and erotic writers
and folks with a twist.
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To poly’s and straights
and the Masters and slaves,
to Dominants and submissives
and to all those who crave.
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May you have the most beautiful Christmas
filled with Peace, Love and Trust
and Acceptance and Happiness,
and Hot Sex and Wild Lust!
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