‘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!
*











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December 15, 2011 at 6:01 am
DC
I used to host a Christmas breakfast party every year for the various departments in my division. As the other directors and managers prepared the room I would sit by the restaurants fireplace and read The Night Before Christmas to the associates – I would have gotten fired for this version. Hot!
December 16, 2011 at 11:26 am
Vineyard Road
Well, DC … I think that, yes … this version may not be the *appropriate* office reading material!
December 15, 2011 at 9:13 am
Trip X
What a delightful poem and and amazing twist on an old favorite. I really enjoyed this and read the entire thing with a huge smile. Bravo dear Penny!
December 16, 2011 at 11:28 am
Vineyard Road
Thank you, X! Glad you liked it!
December 16, 2011 at 7:05 am
Gene
Oh this was so wickedly cheeky! I loved it! Happy Holidays!
December 16, 2011 at 11:29 am
Vineyard Road
Same to you dear Gene… same to you!
January 15, 2012 at 8:23 pm
Joan
Of all the “naked chicks with Christmas lights” pictures I saw during the holidays, that one it probably my favorite.
January 16, 2012 at 7:33 am
Vineyard Road
Yes, Joan … I agree, I think that photo is very beautiful.
Thanks for stopping by Vineyard Road to share Happy Hour with me!