A Present For Santa (Explicit - Adults Only )

It was a cold Christmas Eve
As I lay naked in bed.
Memories of that night
Lingered in my head.
A sound from high up above,
Had roused me from sleep.
So I put on my robe,
And down the stairs I did creep.

The image that waited
Was burned deep into my mind.
There stood the sexiest sight
That I ever would find.
He stood there bent over,
With his ass in the air.
No hat, suit or pants.
He was completely bare.

I learned the true meaning,
Of Christmas that ‘Eve,
He had quite a few tricks,
Tucked way up his sleeve.
Old Santa he slid down
My chimney so slow.
With his huge sack in hand,
He gave me quite a show.

I taught him a few things,
That he never knew.
I sucked on his candy cane,
And watched as it grew.
We experimented with toys
That no elf could have made.
He screamed “Ho Ho Ho”
Each time that we played.

For a big jolly guy,
Santa’s sure got the moves.
I’m on his naughty list now,
But I know he approves.
So the next time you hear
That Santa doesn’t exist,
Just remember this tale,
‘Cause I sure got MY wish.

© Debbie Wilk

Sweet Revenge

“Come to me.” She beckoned
from where she lay on the velvet bed.
The tone of her voice demanded submission.
He approached her, willing but reluctant.
His body moved even as his mind resisted.
She extended one carefully manicured finger
and traced a path down his gleaming chest.
He hissed in pain as the crimson nail
burned her brand into his yearning flesh.
The scar forever imprinted on his skin.
“Damn you, you wicked bitch.”
She threw her head back and released
a throaty cackle, a laugh that seemed
to emerge from the very pits of hell.
Then she gazed at him and he was lost.
Her eyes; gleaming chasms of evil
smoldered with a radiant, malicious light.
He could feel himself growing stiff
and her feral smile told him that
she had noticed his arousal as well.
She licked her ruby lips with a serpentine tongue
and lowered her head to his throbbing manhood.
Closing his own eyes he arched his back
in anticipation of the impending pleasure.
As warmth enfolded his member he gasped.
It took him a moment to realize that
the source of the warmth was not her mouth
but his own hot, searing blood.
Pain radiated throughout his entire being
as her razor sharp teeth sunk deeper
Into his flesh, his body, his soul.
She stood up and stretched,
his agony filled screams distant in her mind.
She sneered at the pitiful scene before her.
“Now you are useless in every way.”
Smirking, she wiped the blood from her face
and walked out of the room.


© Debbie Wilk