Letter To Santa

I addressed a letter: To old St. Nick
Asking for a woman to ride my dick;
For my favorite woman, to share a bed with;
Was that a lot to ask not just a myth?
....
Turns out the one I fancy; as was his elf! (Sound: cha-ching!)
She said to me, 'Don't be hard on yourself!
And give me your candy cane you're worthy,
Meet at my place and come to bed - silly!'
By now I was very convinced and hooked,
Santa didn't even need a deer sleigh.
'I'll stay in costume then come to my nook:
And I'll gladly be Santa's gift, okay?
By the pizza place; and up the steps, meet at nine,
It's Christmas, none should be alone this time!'

I get to her nook: She's in silk costume
Tonight she'll give me a gift from Santa;
Herself!, 'Come to bed silly', she says to me;
My Christmas fantasy, she's so carefree
'I'm giving you a gift'; now I'll open mine,
She breathes as she feels my cock inside,
My underwear, it's hardened and growing
I admit, nuit what else would I be doing?
We have a long talk about depression.
And mental illness and how her cousin:
Had bi-polar and how her legs daunted me,
And how the act with a beauty scares me.
Among other things; like her jerking my glans off,
Almost want to visit Santa again.

By now she's on me: Riding up and down (Sound: two people orgasming)
And running her fingers, through my chest hair;
She says just trust her, to never make me frown;
Right now I'm her charge, I'm under her care
I admit; she does make me feel young quite,
By now I'm in her throb with all my might,
Her hair bouncing with her body messy (Sound: two people orgasming)
She seems to feel my leak inside her,
Enough to make us both hot and horny.
I guess, I've been a good boy this past year:
But now tonight, we are both bad in lust,
Enjoying each others bodies, no fuss,
'You're doing great OK!', she says; I have to agree,
Damn performing so well, her too I mean.

A little long: Her toenails are perfect
My hot runny semen is the egg white;
Her eggs and womb, acts as the yolk of seeding;
After I suck her toes her feet nurture
Why are people against porn; better than hate,
A positive soulful connection here, (Sound: two people orgasming)
Hate arguing, we do the opposite
She unleashing pent up force by this act,
Sex ain't evil, a dire human need.
Some say 'sex is dirty', I disagree:
A better transaction than violence,
One can connect and grow like we're doing now.
I think our adult parts have met; and they like each other,
She sucks my cock, I lick her hole like eggs.

To relive these moments: Don't make me so
'Look what you made me do so far!', I say;
As I point to my sperm, tonight I squirt more;
She is impressed by my fluid volume
So you could say; we gave gifts to each other,
'Do you ever get soft silly?', she says,
And she is impressed now like no other
Mostly with my hardness and my volume,
Especially for a man in my age range.
It's because I'm with a sexy woman:
I know this much is true, on this noir night,
Christmas gifts and fantasies set the stage.
She keeps asking if I'm okay; release my rage,
A better way through sex than brute fighting.

And she keeps kissing me: On the cheek bone (Sound: Kiss)
She thinks, no one should be alone on Christmas;
Thankful for this, my favorite bed partner here;
My favorite partner bounty on Christmas
We have morning sex; then we say our farewells, (Sound: eggs frying and two people orgasming)
She, still amazed at my age and how I squirt,
I say, 'I haven't jacked off in three days
And I'm with a beautiful young woman,
Inside and out so erect, I squirt more'.
Then she says to me, 'You are a machine!':
Ejaculate the glue to creation,
Her eggs and womb acting as the paper.
'If you're ever lonely and need; one to chat with,
Come by or stop by the bank', her last words.
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A man writes a letter to Santa....and gets more than he bargained for!
He's been a good boy this year. A REALLY good boy!
No lump of coal for this horny chap.