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Letter To Santa

I addressed a letter: To old St. Nick  
Asking for a woman to ride my dick;  
For my favorite woman, to share a bed with;  
Was that a lot to ask not just a myth?  
....  
Turns out the one I fancy; as was his elf!  
She said to me, 'Don't be hard on yourself!  
And give me your candy cane you're worthy,  
Meet at my place and come to bed - silly!'  
By now I was very convinced and hooked,  
Santa didn't even need a deer sleigh.  
'I'll stay in costume then come to my nook:  
And I'll gladly be Santa's gift, okay?  
By the pizza place; and up the steps, meet at nine,  
It's Christmas, none should be alone this time!'  
   
I get to her nook: She's in silk costume  
Tonight she'll give me a gift from Santa;  
Herself!, 'Come to bed silly', she says to me;  
My Christmas fantasy, she's so carefree  
'I'm giving you a gift'; now I'll open mine,  
She breathes as she feels my cock inside,  
My underwear, it's hardened and growing  
I admit, nuit what else would I be doing?  
We have a long talk about depression.  
And mental illness and how her cousin:  
Had bi-polar and how her legs daunted me,  
And how the act with a beauty scares me.  
Among other things; like her jerking my glans off,  
Almost want to visit Santa again.  
   
By now she's on me: Riding up and down  
And running her fingers, through my chest hair;  
She says just trust her, to never make me frown;  
Right now I'm her charge, I'm under her care  
I admit; she does make me feel young quite,  
By now I'm in her throb with all my might,  
Her hair bouncing with her body messy  
She seems to feel my leak inside her,  
Enough to make us both hot and horny.  
I guess, I've been a good boy this past year:  
But now tonight, we are both bad in lust,  
Enjoying each others bodies, no fuss,  
'You're doing great OK!', she says; I have to agree,  
Damn performing so well, her too I mean.  
   
A little long: Her toenails are perfect  
My hot runny semen is the egg white;  
Her eggs and womb, acts as the yolk of seeding;  
After I suck her toes her feet nurture  
Why are people against porn; better than hate,  
A positive soulful connection here,  
Hate arguing, we do the opposite  
She unleashing pent up force by this act,  
Sex ain't evil, a dire human need.  
Some say 'sex is dirty', I disagree:  
A better transaction than violence,  
One can connect and grow like we're doing now.  
I think our adult parts have met; and they like each other,  
She sucks my cock, I lick her hole like eggs.  
   
To relive these moments: Don't make me so  
'Look what you made me do so far!', I say;  
As I point to my sperm, tonight I squirt more;  
She is impressed by my fluid volume  
So you could say; we gave gifts to each other,  
'Do you ever get soft silly?', she says,  
And she is impressed now like no other  
Mostly with my hardness and my volume,  
Especially for a man in my age range.  
It's because I'm with a sexy woman:  
I know this much is true, on this noir night,  
Christmas gifts and fantasies set the stage.  
She keeps asking if I'm okay; release my rage,  
A better way through sex than brute fighting.  
   
And she keeps kissing me: On the cheek bone  
She thinks, no one should be alone on Christmas;  
Thankful for this, my favorite bed partner here;  
My favorite partner bounty on Christmas  
We have morning sex; then we say our farewells,  
She, still amazed at my age and how I squirt,  
I say, 'I haven't jacked off in three days  
And I'm with a beautiful young woman,  
Inside and out so erect, I squirt more'.  
Then she says to me, 'You are a machine!':  
Ejaculate the glue to creation,  
Her eggs and womb acting as the paper.  
'If you're ever lonely and need; one to chat with,  
Come by or stop by the bank', her last words.
 
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A man writes a letter to Santa....and gets more than he bargained for!  
He's been a good boy this year.  A REALLY good boy!  
No lump of coal for this horny chap ....  
   
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Written by astrosleuth
Published | Edited 25th Dec 2016
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