Starting Monday and for the following twelve days, twelve different authors will be giving away naughty books to my naughty readers! You know who you are.
How do we celebrate the holiday season here at Smexy Books? We turn a nice wholesome Christmas poem, into something smutty.
Twas The Night Before Smexymas – by Mandi
Twas the night before Smexymas, and all through the house
Everyone was stirring, except for the mouse.
The handcuffs were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Smexy Claus soon would be there.
The heroines were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of spankings danced in their heads
And Vishous in his leathers, and me in my chaps
Had just settled down for a long winters..ummm.. “nap”
The lustful romance had made such a clatter
Bones burst in to see what was the matter
Onto the bed, I was thrown in a blast
While Vishous and Bones met with a clash.
When, what to my wandering hand should appear
But a smexy sleigh and eight massive
With a muscled sexy driver, so hairy and quick
I knew in a moment in must be Smexy Nick
Now Adam, now Hawke, now Clay and Derek!
On Garreth! On Vane! On Bran and Erik!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of lube, and St. Smexy Claus too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The strutting and pawing, of each massive hoof
As I drew my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Smexy Claus came with a bound.
He was barely dressed, from his head to his foot
He must have lost his clothes from the ashes and soot
A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a smut peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes – how they darkened! His dimples how merry!
His (butt)cheeks were like roses, his cock like a cherry!
His sumptuous little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as soft as the snow.
The stump of his ciggy, he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke- it encircled his head like a beast
He had a broad face, and a tight, firm belly,
I wanted to lick him all over all covered in jelly.
He was tall, and strong, a massive young elf,
And I orgasmed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his “head” (you know which one)
Soon gave me to know I have nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled me all up, as he came with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving one last thrust, up my chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his shifters he gave a nod,
And away they all flew, damn he had a hot bod.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
”Happy Smexymas to all, and to all a smutty-night!”
Smexy Claus will be back on Monday!