The Night After Christmas

‘Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the house,
and the only sound that could be heard was the click, click, click of my mouse.
I had spent all day trying out the nice new microphone I had been given as a gift,
finishing a recording of my Doctor Who podcast ‘Surfing the Temporal Rift’.
I was so focused on editing the audio,
that a stranger slipped into my house, and I didn’t know.
I finally figured it out when there was a loud crash from downstairs, the source of which I rushed to see.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the gorgeous woman by my tree.
“Who? Who are you I demanded?”
“That’s an awful rude way to talk to a lady,” she reprimanded.
“I’m so sorry Miss…”, wait was I saying that to her?
“Arianny, my good sir.”
I shouted, “Why have you come here?”
“Now, now, calm down baby. There’s nothing to fear.
I’ve not come to steal, nor harm, nor do anything really a miss.
I just came here tonight to give you a kiss.”
“You want to give a kiss to me?”
She just smiled knowingly and said, “absolutely.”
“Do I know you? I don’t think we’ve ever met before.”
“No but I’ve listened to everything you’ve put on the podcast store.”
“A fan? I have a fan?”
She just smiled, as I fell for her plan.
“Now come here and accept your treat,
I promise its one that can’t be beat.”
So, I stepped right up to my sexy stranger, lips ready to take their shot,
But when her lips came for mine, it was clear they were not.
I was hoping for sensual but expecting a sweet little SWACK,
Not this, this was an all-out attack!
She wrapped me in her long powerful arms, preventing my escape,
Her tongue forced its way past mine as it felt like she tried to devour my face.
The kiss was great, but it was far too strong,
I was afraid I’d pass out if I let it go on too long.
So, I broke free, gasping and panting, desperate for air,
“Give that cute little mouth, my tongue’s not done in there.”
“Get out,” I said, my voice still weak.
“Not without you.” She advanced on me, letting me know my chances of escaping her were bleak.
I had to get away from this crazy bitch, so I bolted for the door.
She tackled me hard, pinning me face up on the floor.
“Please, please let me go.”
“What’s the word I’m looking for? Oh yeah! No!”
She kissed my face repeatedly till her ruby red lipstick covered every inch.
He tongue shot down my throat stealing all my air once more. For good measure she gave my ass a pinch.
I struggled as she sat on my crotch and began to ride.
My shameful appreciation of this was impossible to hide.
My manhood exploded and my world went dark.
“Merry Christmas, Baby,” she said with just a touch of snark.
I awoke naked, bound spread eagle in bed.
I was not home but I suspected in her home instead.
This was confirmed as she strode in covered in garland and nothing underneath.
She was a rather sensual holiday wreath.
“Like your new home?
I’m going to keep you here and never let you roam.”
“This… this isn’t fair.”
“After I fuck you till this time tomorrow you’ll no longer care.”

Well our little holiday poem has come to an end.
Just remember one thing from this tale if nothing else: just let Arianny have you or your will she will bend.

Merry Christmas.