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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Well, no, but I won't be about tomorrow, sorry it's a bit rushed....
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a swinger was stirring, not even a scouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Msclaws soon would be filling them there.
The swingers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of dildos danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just shagged our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed still sticky from "batter"
Away to the window I gave a quick flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen polo
Gave the lustre of post-coitus to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, a bit tired and ropey,
I knew in a moment it must be St Soapy.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, flashed his parts, and called them by name!
"Now Justjet!! now, Fmuma! now, Miss Mistletoe! and Just Fia!
On, Artful! On, Sassy on! on Petillante! and Chezza
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now swing away! Swing away! Swing away all!"
As single guys that before the wrath of couples fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mounted this guy.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Soapy too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard where it's shady
The panting and gasping of each little lady
As I pulled on a condom, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Soapy came with a bound.
He was dressed all in bubbles, from his head to his bum
And his clothes were all tarnished with lube and with cum.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pornstar, just emptying his sack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nuts like two cherries
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a moon,
And the colour of his chin, he was about to cum soon!
The stump of a butt plug he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke from Fmuma ears encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he pumped, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I pissed myself laughing, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know, It was time for the bed!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, each one with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the ladies he rose!
He sprang to his wheels, to his team gave a retort
And away they all flew in an 80's escort
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Swinging to all, and to all a good-night!"
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