Post by Steven Black 6 on Dec 21, 2006 14:30:19 GMT -5
Twas the night before Christmas.
An adaptation of a classic.
By Steven Black
Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the house,
not creature was stirring.
Accept for me,
I was under mamma’s blouse.
Her stockings were flung carelessly through the air,
I had hopes that her panties soon would be there.
With the children all nestled snug in there beds,
I was thinking, if I’m lucky I’ll get me some head.
With mamma all a grinning now in my lap,
we set our brains to a thinking this is no time for a nap.
Down from below she was starting to lather,
I quickly slid down to play in her slather.
So down to the floor I flew in a flash,
Flipping up her legs, and grabbing a hold of her ass.
The moon on her breast was white as new fallen snow,
It gave a mid-day luster to what was found down below,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
It was but a glistening hot muffin, and a sweet little rear.
With her lying their so lovely all glistening and slick,
I new this was the moment for my trusty o’l wick.
Now well knowing that she was feeling the same,
more rapid than eagles with my hart in a flame.
I said steady old man, do not be in such haste,
Two pumps and a quiver would be but a waste.
I was a huffing and puffin, and ramming and slamming.
She was wheezing and teasing, a groping and grabbing.
There was no doubt we we’re both clearly smitten,
That’s how it went while I was stuffing that kitten.
To the top off the headboard and up on the wall,
I dashed away thrashed away, I gave her my all.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane will fly,
I could not help but notice a twinkle and tear in her eye.
So all over the bed, a bouncing and a bucking as you’ll do,
we were a wriggling giggling, our love was so true,
Then it was she, who was a starting to quiver…
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 to the floor, our heads our feets and our ass’s,
we kept right on a rooting, like pigs in molasses.
I picked her up gently; she was arching her back,
thinking oh what a Christmas… as I slammed her back in the sack.
Her cheeks were like roses, her dimples oh 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,
my shaft so hard, you could have hung a great wreath.
There I was with my essence all over her belly,
she laughed and it shook like a bowl full of jelly.
Standing there all chubby and plump, like a jolly old elf,
it made me 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 the work;
I picked up a towel and mopped up the great slurp.
With a caressing finger aside the check of my lass,
I gave her wink then slapped her sweet ass.
As I lay down beside my love, I let lose a low whistle
away flew my stresses, like the down of a thistle.
As I lay there hearing my lover exclaim,
Assured me our thoughts were exactly the same.
My thoughts of the day drift slowly out of sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
An adaptation of a classic.
By Steven Black
Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the house,
not creature was stirring.
Accept for me,
I was under mamma’s blouse.
Her stockings were flung carelessly through the air,
I had hopes that her panties soon would be there.
With the children all nestled snug in there beds,
I was thinking, if I’m lucky I’ll get me some head.
With mamma all a grinning now in my lap,
we set our brains to a thinking this is no time for a nap.
Down from below she was starting to lather,
I quickly slid down to play in her slather.
So down to the floor I flew in a flash,
Flipping up her legs, and grabbing a hold of her ass.
The moon on her breast was white as new fallen snow,
It gave a mid-day luster to what was found down below,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
It was but a glistening hot muffin, and a sweet little rear.
With her lying their so lovely all glistening and slick,
I new this was the moment for my trusty o’l wick.
Now well knowing that she was feeling the same,
more rapid than eagles with my hart in a flame.
I said steady old man, do not be in such haste,
Two pumps and a quiver would be but a waste.
I was a huffing and puffin, and ramming and slamming.
She was wheezing and teasing, a groping and grabbing.
There was no doubt we we’re both clearly smitten,
That’s how it went while I was stuffing that kitten.
To the top off the headboard and up on the wall,
I dashed away thrashed away, I gave her my all.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane will fly,
I could not help but notice a twinkle and tear in her eye.
So all over the bed, a bouncing and a bucking as you’ll do,
we were a wriggling giggling, our love was so true,
Then it was she, who was a starting to quiver…
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 to the floor, our heads our feets and our ass’s,
we kept right on a rooting, like pigs in molasses.
I picked her up gently; she was arching her back,
thinking oh what a Christmas… as I slammed her back in the sack.
Her cheeks were like roses, her dimples oh 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,
my shaft so hard, you could have hung a great wreath.
There I was with my essence all over her belly,
she laughed and it shook like a bowl full of jelly.
Standing there all chubby and plump, like a jolly old elf,
it made me 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 the work;
I picked up a towel and mopped up the great slurp.
With a caressing finger aside the check of my lass,
I gave her wink then slapped her sweet ass.
As I lay down beside my love, I let lose a low whistle
away flew my stresses, like the down of a thistle.
As I lay there hearing my lover exclaim,
Assured me our thoughts were exactly the same.
My thoughts of the day drift slowly out of sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"