Yup... that time of year again.
The Holiday Fantasy of an Old Guy!
By “L”
T'was a night before Christmas, unlike any before.
(For the last 10 years they’ve been quite a bore.)
The party I’d left had really gone dead.
So back to my hotel, and the mint on my bed.
I emptied the Bourbon, killed off the Gin,
And figured it was time to just settle in.
The gift Santa Sock, now empty and bare,
Lay draped on the sofa, next to the chair.
I was soon dozing off in the glare of TV,
Not noting the stocking, or the activity.
In my half-sleep I stirred then heard a faint sigh
And turning my head I opened one eye.
I glanced at my stocking, and there seemed to appear
A great pair of legs and a perfect round rear.
She had a red see-through top with white furry trim
Red stockings, garters and a thong… (Very thin!)
Adjusting her hat she spoke with a grin,
“Hope you’re not disappointed, by me dropping in.
That gag note you gave to the guy at the mall?,
WAS the real Santa. Not a fake, not at all!
But there’s no blow-up dolls, they’re all out of stock.
So Santa put ME in your big Christmas Sock.
And we’ve only an hour for some holiday fun.
That’s all there is, then I’ve got to run.
So let’s get going, I came her to please!”
And with that moved forward, and then fell to her knees.
She spoke no more words but went straight to her work.
My briefs coming down with a quick well-training jerk.
The length of my shaft she grazed light with her teeth,
Then surrounded the head with her lips, like a wreath.
As the ball on her tongue made lap after lap,
I knew in a moment that I’d soon blow my sap.
So backing away I fell into the chair
To rest and review this gift standing there.
From her twinkling eyes and luscious red lips,
My eyes wandered down to her breasts and pink nips.
Though veiled in sheer red they were not hard to see.
All firm, erect and just waiting for me.
She took off her garters and undid her top.
Stopping just for a moment to watch my jaw drop.
“You’d better get going ‘cause this night isn’t through”,
Then fingering her thong said, “You know what to do!”
From the rug on the floor and against every wall,
Cowgirl and Doggie, Yeah. We did it all!
Exhausted and drained I flopped back on the bed
The events of this night spinning ‘round in my head.
She picked up her garters and put on her top.
If I wasn’t half-dead I’d have asked her to stop.
But with a pat on my cheek and a kiss on my ear,
She started to fade and to then disappear.
I guess in the end I did get my wish.
Most times I have trouble just getting past “MISH”.
But everything “clicked” and seemed just so right.
With this very special, “Hobby” Christmas night!
