‘Twas the night before Christmas

anticipation was high

but, not a finger was stirring

between my moist thighs.

*

The slipknots were hung

on the bedposts with care

in hopes that a kinky partner

soon would be there.

*

Santa’s elves promised a visit

yet still have not shown.

Where the fuck were they?

My arousal has grown!

*

My pussy throbbed

in the cold of the night

calling for relief

from someone just right.

*

Then what to my horny little ears was presented,

but a big Dominant Man

hauling a bag full of presents.

*

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.

*

The stroke of his beard

was the last thing I viewed,

before the blindfold covered my eyes

and was tightly secured.

*

He went straight to his work,

not a moment was spared,

as he moved with a purpose

much like Fred Astaire.

*

My pussy was flicked

and my nipple was squeezed,

he moved quickly about,

and I felt a light breeze.

*

Wrists tightly secured,

legs spread-eagle open

my body getting hotter,

the juices freely flowing.

*

“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.

*

Sensations on overload,

flesh pinched, pulled and teased.

I was soaring right now

with the greatest of ease.

*

Dasher and Dancer

had nothing on me

as I flew through the skies,

earth’s gravity released.

*

Pussy craving a cock,

“Santa?  Fill me with yours?

Won’t you please, Santa

pull down your drawers?”

*

My Christmas wish fulfilled

in a push and a thrust.

Santa’s thick cock

was engorged with hot lust.

*

We pounded hips to thighs

in the merriest of jingles,

as the bells on his waist

gave me all sorts of tingles.

*

Elves have the softest of hands,

did you know this was true?

Like magic fingers or glitter

that falls around you.

*

They worked on our bodies,

on Santa’s and mine,

Until we both exploded

in colors and rhyme.

*

Merry Kinksmas to all,

to transgender queers,

to BDSM-ers and foot fetish seekers.

*

To gays and lesbians and those in a tryst,

to sex workers and erotic writers

and folks with a twist.

*

To poly’s and straights

and the Masters and slaves,

to Dominants and submissives

and to all those who crave.

*

May you have the most beautiful Christmas

filled with Peace, Love and Trust

and Acceptance and Happiness,

and Hot Sex and Wild Lust!

*

Santa’s Secret

1 1/2 ounces Dark Rum

1/2 ounce Light Rum

1/2 ounce Kahlua coffee liqueur

1/2 ounce milk

Add dark rum, light rum, Kahlua and milk to a cocktail shaker filled with ice.  Shake until sides are frosted.  Strain into a martini glass.  Garnish with red sprinkles.

Enjoy!