| Author: | Edmund Quimlove | ISBN: | 9781311884428 |
| Publisher: | Edmund Quimlove | Publication: | December 10, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Edmund Quimlove |
| ISBN: | 9781311884428 |
| Publisher: | Edmund Quimlove |
| Publication: | December 10, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Why should kids get all the fun? Read an epic, narrative, Christmas Eve bedtime poem for adults! In the wee hours of christmas morning, our heroine is visited by Santa. But he's brought a friend with him...Krampus! It seems she's on both the naughty list and the nice list. To resolve the situation, she'll need to let Santa and Krampus have their way with her at the same time.
EXCERPT:
I sized up St. Nick, and you know, truth be told,
I’d fetishized Santa at eighteen years old.
The man at the mall who’d portrayed him was cute.
I so wanted to tear off his furry, red suit.
Every year I’d show up with no panties, short skirt,
And I’d sit on his lap, trying my best to flirt.
I would open my legs ‘til my snatch grazed his leg,
Give him puppy dog eyes, and I’d plead, and I’d beg.
I told him that I had been such a good girl,
Wrapped my hair ‘round my finger and gave it a twirl.
I gave him my number and told him to call,
But I never did see him outside of the mall.
So, if I had to fuck Santa now, I was game.
I would ride that fat man ‘til he came and he came.
The Krampus was the only problem I saw,
As I wasn’t turned on by his fur or his claws.
On the other hand, he carried chains and a whip,
And that made me quite wet betwixt my nether lips.
So, I said, “What the hell. Maybe this will be fun,
“For a threesome is something that I’ve never done.
“Besides,” I proclaimed, “I could use a good screw.”
Then, I pointed to Santa. “I’m starting with you.”
Why should kids get all the fun? Read an epic, narrative, Christmas Eve bedtime poem for adults! In the wee hours of christmas morning, our heroine is visited by Santa. But he's brought a friend with him...Krampus! It seems she's on both the naughty list and the nice list. To resolve the situation, she'll need to let Santa and Krampus have their way with her at the same time.
EXCERPT:
I sized up St. Nick, and you know, truth be told,
I’d fetishized Santa at eighteen years old.
The man at the mall who’d portrayed him was cute.
I so wanted to tear off his furry, red suit.
Every year I’d show up with no panties, short skirt,
And I’d sit on his lap, trying my best to flirt.
I would open my legs ‘til my snatch grazed his leg,
Give him puppy dog eyes, and I’d plead, and I’d beg.
I told him that I had been such a good girl,
Wrapped my hair ‘round my finger and gave it a twirl.
I gave him my number and told him to call,
But I never did see him outside of the mall.
So, if I had to fuck Santa now, I was game.
I would ride that fat man ‘til he came and he came.
The Krampus was the only problem I saw,
As I wasn’t turned on by his fur or his claws.
On the other hand, he carried chains and a whip,
And that made me quite wet betwixt my nether lips.
So, I said, “What the hell. Maybe this will be fun,
“For a threesome is something that I’ve never done.
“Besides,” I proclaimed, “I could use a good screw.”
Then, I pointed to Santa. “I’m starting with you.”
