Post by Steven Black 6 on Dec 24, 2008 17:23:02 GMT -5
Twas the night before Christmas
An adaptation of a classic by Steven Black
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,
not creature was stirring… Except for me I was under mamma’s blouse.
Her stockings were flung carelessly through the air,
in hopes that her panties soon too would be there.
With the children all nestled snug in there beds,
I was thinking if lucky, I’ll get me some head.
With mamma a grinning now in my lap,
clearly were thinking tis no time for a nap.
When down from below she was starting to lather,
So I quickly slid down to play in the slather.
Down to the floor, I flew in a flash,
flipping up her legs and grabbed hold of her ass.
The moon on her breast white as new fallen snow,
gave a mid-day luster to what I found down below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
a glistening hot muffin and a sweet little rear.
With her lying so lovingly all glistening and slick,
I new in a moment it was time for my trusty old wick.
With the joy of knowing she was feeling the same,
more rapid than eagles my hearts in a flame.
I steadied myself as I reined in my haste,
for two pumps and a quiver would be but a waste.
Now ramming, now slamming, now squeezing, and wheezing,
she’s moaning, an groaning, an teasing and pleasing.
It was clear to me that we’re both clearly smitten,
as she pleaded not to stop whilst I’m stuffing that kitten.
With the headboard banging away on the wall,
I dashed away, thrashed away, and gave her my all.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane will fly,
I could help but not notice a twinkle and tear in her eye.
Ripped back were the covers and the pillows they flew,
to waste not a second for our love was so true.
When all of a sudden she was starting to quiver,
So grateful for the present I was so glad to give her.
We were twisting and turning around and around,
when we fell on the floor with quite a great bound.
Down on the floor went our head's, feet’s and ass’s,
but we kept right on a rooting like pigs in molasses.
As I picked her up gently she was arching her back,
thinking oh what a Christmas I slammed her back in the sack.
Her cheeks were like roses her dimples so merry,
she is my sweet lover my Sugarplum fairy.
As hard as a rock and still arched in a bow,
I blew like a blizzard white as new driven snow.
I stood there a grinning and baring my teeth,
with a shaft so hard, you could have hung a great wreath.
She with my essence all over her belly,
laughed and it shook like a bowl full of jelly.
With me standing all chubby n plump like a jolly old elf,
I laughed when I saw her in spite of myself.
So with a wink of my eye and a twist of my head,
I Soon gave her the knowing I was ready for bed.
I spoke not a word but went straight to work,
as I toweled off her belly smiling like a soda fountain jerk.
With a Caressing finger strode aside the check of my lass,
I gave her a wink and a nod then slapped her sweet ass.
As I lay down beside my love, I let lose a low whistle,
and away flew my stresses, like the down of a thistle.
Whispering into my ear I hear my lover exclaim,
assured me our thoughts were exactly the same.
She says as thoughts of the day drift slowly out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all, a good-night!"
An adaptation of a classic by Steven Black
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,
not creature was stirring… Except for me I was under mamma’s blouse.
Her stockings were flung carelessly through the air,
in hopes that her panties soon too would be there.
With the children all nestled snug in there beds,
I was thinking if lucky, I’ll get me some head.
With mamma a grinning now in my lap,
clearly were thinking tis no time for a nap.
When down from below she was starting to lather,
So I quickly slid down to play in the slather.
Down to the floor, I flew in a flash,
flipping up her legs and grabbed hold of her ass.
The moon on her breast white as new fallen snow,
gave a mid-day luster to what I found down below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
a glistening hot muffin and a sweet little rear.
With her lying so lovingly all glistening and slick,
I new in a moment it was time for my trusty old wick.
With the joy of knowing she was feeling the same,
more rapid than eagles my hearts in a flame.
I steadied myself as I reined in my haste,
for two pumps and a quiver would be but a waste.
Now ramming, now slamming, now squeezing, and wheezing,
she’s moaning, an groaning, an teasing and pleasing.
It was clear to me that we’re both clearly smitten,
as she pleaded not to stop whilst I’m stuffing that kitten.
With the headboard banging away on the wall,
I dashed away, thrashed away, and gave her my all.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane will fly,
I could help but not notice a twinkle and tear in her eye.
Ripped back were the covers and the pillows they flew,
to waste not a second for our love was so true.
When all of a sudden she was starting to quiver,
So grateful for the present I was so glad to give her.
We were twisting and turning around and around,
when we fell on the floor with quite a great bound.
Down on the floor went our head's, feet’s and ass’s,
but we kept right on a rooting like pigs in molasses.
As I picked her up gently she was arching her back,
thinking oh what a Christmas I slammed her back in the sack.
Her cheeks were like roses her dimples so merry,
she is my sweet lover my Sugarplum fairy.
As hard as a rock and still arched in a bow,
I blew like a blizzard white as new driven snow.
I stood there a grinning and baring my teeth,
with a shaft so hard, you could have hung a great wreath.
She with my essence all over her belly,
laughed and it shook like a bowl full of jelly.
With me standing all chubby n plump like a jolly old elf,
I laughed when I saw her in spite of myself.
So with a wink of my eye and a twist of my head,
I Soon gave her the knowing I was ready for bed.
I spoke not a word but went straight to work,
as I toweled off her belly smiling like a soda fountain jerk.
With a Caressing finger strode aside the check of my lass,
I gave her a wink and a nod then slapped her sweet ass.
As I lay down beside my love, I let lose a low whistle,
and away flew my stresses, like the down of a thistle.
Whispering into my ear I hear my lover exclaim,
assured me our thoughts were exactly the same.
She says as thoughts of the day drift slowly out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all, a good-night!"