Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Twas the Night Before...

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, every creature was stirring...uh...the cat found a mouse. She burned the cookies for Santa and set off the alarm - causing upheaval in her desire to charm. French, black stockings she wore with great care, in hopes that sexy, St. Nicholas soon would be there.

Fanning the smoke, and wearing those stockings...hmmm... I think she wanted to evoke. She finally snuggled into bed, while visions of St. Nick's throbbing cock danced in her head. He'd be wearing a kerchief, or maybe a cap, he was riding his hog across country while she napped.

When out on the lawn there came such a clatter, she sprang from her bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window she flew in a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, gave luster to midday to objects below. When what to her eyes should appear? Her hot man, St. Nick was here, with eight of his band members, and they'd all been drinking beer.

St. Nicholas was the instigator of the after hour party it seemed. He was hot though and she couldn't help but gleam. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called each band member by name!

Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with a saddle bag full of sex toys, and St. Nick in black leather chaps, too.

And then in a twinkling, she heard the sound of tiny hoofs, it was the strum, hum and reed of music, they we're rocking on the roof. As she drew her head, and was turning around, down the chimney her hunky, St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed in black leather, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished after riding heavy in soot. A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a round Buddah belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly band leader, and she laughed when she saw him, in spite of herself! A wink of his eye seem to let her know, soon he'd be fucking her senseless, ho, ho, ho.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and ripped off her stockings then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, he pulled off his trousers to show her what had rose!

He sprang to her bed, and she heard his band give a whistle, and flew like the down of a thistle. As he reached for her thigh, she heard him exclaim, ‘as the band members drove out of sight,"Happy Christmas to all, and to all fucking good-night!"

Merry Merry -

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