Rated PG for language.
Notes Twas the season for me to get silly, so I did.
'Twas the night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the loft
Not a creature was stirring, they had both gone soft;
Their clothes were flung around without care,
In hopes that no K'Immies would come there;
Their swords were nestled safely by their beds,
While visions of Quickenings danced in their heads;
With Methos in his boxers and I in the nude,
We had just settled down after using all the lube;
When down in the dojo there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from Methos' arms-"what the hell's the matter?";
My sword in my hand, intent on listening
The bed covers thrown back, Methos was glistening;
The moon in my eyes, his bare skin like snow,
Drawing my attention to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But eight beautiful, hard inches drawing me near;
With a flick of my tongue, so soft and so quick,
It jerked in delight, so dark and so thick;
More rapid that Amanda, he shuddered and came,
And he yelled, and shouted and screamed my name;
"Now Duncan! Now damn it! Give me some more!
On me, in me, now. Right here on the floor!"
On top of Methos, I did jump,
His beautiful bum in my face, oh what a rump;
I said not a word, but got right to my work,
I rammed it home repeatedly and came with a jerk;
And laying by his side, I kissed his nose,
He gave a smile and I watched as it again rose;
He sprang on top and gave a yell,
We were at it again, I'm in heaven and hell;
But I heard him exclaim, as he hovered above me, oh what a site,
"Merry Christmas to Slashers and to all a hot night!"
Happy Holidays to everyone! May you also get your hearts desire!!!
| Contact Author |
| [ Main | Links | Rings ] |
| You are visitor number |