(With Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a sex toy was stirring; we were still making out.
The harness was hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that with dildo, it would soon pair.
The dildos were nestled all nice in their drawer, in the large wooden cabinet, next to the door.
Me in my corset, and my boy in his thong. I planned to be fucking him, ere too long.
Then out of that drawer, he made his selection. It gave him a thrill; I saw his erection.
Away to the fireplace I flew like a flash, grabbed that harness, and returned in a dash.
The curve of the toy was wondrous to behold, though it’s size did concern me; he chose a bit bold.
Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear? My black leather harness with the dildo for his rear.
I was the driver, so lively and quick, and I knew in a moment, it was quite a big dick.
Not a word did I utter, to spoil our game. My boy whistled, and shouted, and called me cute names!
“Now, Pegger! Now, Goddess! Now, listen my Vixen! I want you to fuck me, with unfeigned conviction!”
“On the bed! On the couch! Up against the wall! Then thrust away! Thrust away! Put me in thrall!”
The snow fell outside, the start of a blizzard. When it came to pegging, I was a wizard.
So off to the bedroom night stand I flew, and obtained a large bottle of Sliquid Silk lube.
And then, in a twinkling, and with such class, was my boy on the bed, presenting his ass.
I clapped my hands, and was turning around, when off the bed, he came with a bound.
He pressed against me, from his head to his foot. He said, “Be gentle, or my goose is cooked!”
A bundle of nerves, he was suddenly shy. But he kissed me so deeply, I wanted to cry.
His eyes — how they twinkled! His ass how it bounced! “Fuck me, my sweet!” He loudly announced.
His legs were spread with anticipation. He was a champion, at ass flirtation.
I looked at his butt and held tight my toy. I was more than ready to fuck this boy.
He had a little smile and a nice hard cock. I was determined to make his world rock.
He gasped when I slid a finger inside. When one became two, he thought he’d arrived.
Three caused a whimper, and a twist of his head. His cock dripped slowly onto the bed.
He moaned so loud, my toy sank to the hilt. He managed to take it, and was totally filled.
He’d challenged me with the word ‘unfeigned’. So I fucked him soundly, like a runaway train.
He suddenly shouted, and gave a loud whistle. Come poured from his cock in an endless drizzle!
I heard him exclaim, ‘cause I’d fucked him just right, “HAPPY PEGGING TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!”