Here’s a little something I wrote for my wife a couple of days ago. Christmas is behind us, but hope it can still be fun to read.
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Dear Ms Santa,
One year has now passed, since last I have seen you;
I’ve missed you, oh so much, can’t wait to be with you.
I have not been so good – quite naughty, I’m afraid,
Let me just tell you now some of the thoughts I’ve had.
I rip your clothes off you, your body’s of a goddess,
You push me on the bed, your eyes glowing with promise
Your ass sits on my face, I feel I’m now in heaven,
I feast with lusty passion, sweet, sweet honeydew melon.
With massage oil I cover, your ass and pussy well
It smells of roses now, I feel under some spell.
It’s in your ass I want, my cock twitches with fervor,
But your wicked smile says: “Some other day – if ever”.
I pick you up with ease, hands firmly on your ass.
Your back against the wall, I push, you moan “oh, yes”
I’m all the way in, deep, I now start to breathe fast
And fuck you hard, all sixty seconds that would last.