As this vulva heads off to enjoy her holidays, she'd like to leave you with ahilarious spin on an old tale. Forgive the author for any liberties, but I'm sureshe hopes all your stockings could be this stuffed! Here's a peak:
"'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that some sex toys soon would be there.Two lovers were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of vibrators danced in their heads.She in her nightie, and I in my cap,Had just settled down for a fantasy-filled nap.When under the sheets there arose such a clatter,I looked underneath to see what was the matter.Under the comforter I flew like a flash,Threw off the pillows and undid her sash.| The moon on her breasts and lovely torsoGave a flushed-like luster to what lay below,When what to my wondering eyes should appear,But a miniature vibrator and remote-controlled gear,It looked like a butterfly and with one little flick,I controlled the way that it tickled her clit." |
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