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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through our place,
Swingers were ready to party with eager looks on their face.
The men were all naked, hung and ready to rock,
Everyone anxious to enjoy some pussy and cock.
The people paired off and headed for different beds,
As visions of swinging sex danced in their heads.
Momma wore a sexy red teddy and I in my Santa G-string,
We took on a new couple, their first time to swing.
Soon out by the pool there came such a loud sound,
I sprang from the bed, my boner bouncing around.
I went to the window to see what was taking place,
And saw a woman moaning as she sat on some guy’s face.
The moon shone brightly on her huge bouncing boobs,
As she reached over to pick up a container of lube.
Then what to my wandering eyes do I see.
But more party people joining in with glee.
The action around the pool picked up very quick,
All the women were now busy sucking every dick.
The sex by the pool was wild, no one was alone,
Everyone was making sounds in a husky and throaty tone,
“Oh baby”, “Go Harder”, “Take it all”, the words went,
Back to the new couple and doing our thing till we were spent.
People came back in the house to keep on partying and screwing,
We four came downstairs to see what everyone was doing.
I quickly joined in with a couple making it three on a bed,
His wife wasted no time giving us both some great head.
Momma found herself sliding between a sexy blondes thighs,
Licking her juicy mound making her let out some hot, sexy sighs.
People were scattered all over and doing it in every way,
Everyone going at hot and heavy with someone to play.
Then by the fireplace appeared a man in a red suit giving out a call,
Dropping his pants the women noticed he had the biggest cock of all.
He said, “Merry Christmas and swinging holiday joys,”
Then added, “Just for you I’ve brought a sack full of new toys”.
He dumped his sack of dildos, vibes and such on the floor,
With a smile he said, “Have fun and enjoy them, I have plenty more.”
Everyone loved all the sexy fun toys he brought,
All the folks grabbing them for new sexy pleasures to be taught.
Santa’s boner got bigger and bigger as he fondled each woman and played,
Momma and another gal would make sure that Santa got laid.
They both sucked his pole then Momma took him deep inside,
The other gal straddled him, her pussy giving his face a ride.
The ladies rode him as if his eight reindeer were in heat,
While all the other guests were enjoying their new toy treats.
Soon everyone was so hot, ready to burst and pop their big loads,
Santa was hurrying himself along as he had to hit the road.
Here he was this big, round, plump and very jolly old guy,
But when he came the gals thought his load would shoot straight to the sky.
He kept cumming and cumming there seemed no end in sight,
Momma and the gals were thrilled and hoping he’d stay the night.
When he was finished he got up and put back on his suit of red,
Grabbed his sack and with a wink was out the door to his sled,
To his team of reindeer he gave out a big boisterous yell,
And in a flash away the all flew away like a bat out of hell.
But I heard Santa exclaim as they moved out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, I’d love to stay but I have 4 more swinger parties tonight!”


by Art Koch


Don’t Quit

Posted: May 4, 2011 in Poems and Lyrics


When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.
Author Unknown

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the domain,
Not a subbie was stirring, (they were tied down with chain)
The shackles were hung by the chimney with care,
And the St. Andrews cross stood empty and bare.

The subbies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of floggers danced in their heads;
The Dom in his leather, and I in my slave cap,
Had just settled down after getting our whacks.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I crept from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew very quickly.
Tripped over some handcuffs and cursed soft and thickly.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my sleep-crusted eyes should unfurl,
But a miniature sleigh, pulled by eight pony girls,

With a Dominant driver, so forbidding and stern,
I knew in a moment I’d a great deal to learn.
More rapid than eagles his pony girls came,
And he whipped them, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, dashslave! now, danceslave! now, pranceslave and switch!
On, subbie! on slavegirl! on, slavepet and bitch!
To the top of the porch! to the training room wall!
And I’ll redden your bottoms, should one of you fall!

As terrified tears before the cat-o-nine flow,
When they meet with an obstacle, gather courage and go,
So up to the house-top the pony girls flew,
With the sleigh full of sex toys, and the Dominant too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of pony girl boots.
As I drew in my head with a sense of forbode,
In through the front door the Dominant strode.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all studded, leathered and neat.
A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked very menacing opening his pack.

His eyes, they were hard with a definite glower
His countenance cold, and I quite felt his power.
His sternly set mouth bespoke no reprieve,
For the unlucky subbie who caused him to grieve.

The goatee he sported lent a devilish air
As did the slight spatter of gray in his hair.
He had strong pectorals and a muscular torso.
That hardened and flexed and gave force to each blow.

He was lean, stern and fit, quite the Dom of my dreams,
And I wanted to serve him, so went down on my knees.
He looked down upon me, with a turn of his head,
He made my soul tremble while my heart filled with dread;

He spoke not a word, but put me to straight to work,
He watched me in silence, idly tapping his quirt.
“Heel me,” he commanded, the lone words he would say,
And he stalked out the door as I rushed to obey.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team cracked the whip,
Pulled me ‘cross his knee, where i hung scared and limp.
And he whispered to me, “I shall teach you a lesson.
Happy Christmas, new slave; tonight we shall session.”
~Author Unknown


Posted: July 16, 2010 in Poems and Lyrics, Sadomasochism

You’re sick of feeling numb
You’re not the only one
I’ll take you by the hand
And I’ll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn’t work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand

Excerpts of lyrics from “Pain” by Three Days Grace

Allow girl the strength to answer questions she cannot fathom

Allow girl the spirit to know His needs

Allow girl the serenity to serve Him in peace

Allow girl the love to show Him herself

Allow girl the tenderness to comfort Him

Allow girl the wisdom to be an asset to Him

Let girl be able to show Him each day her love of her service to Him

Let girl open herself up to completely belong to Him

Let girl accept her punishment with the grace of a woman

Let girl learn to please Him, beyond herself

Grant girl the power to give herself to Him completely

Give girl the strength to please us both

Permit girl to love herself, in loving Him

For it is her greatest wish, her highest power to make His life complete as He makes hers

~Author Unknown


Posted: June 22, 2010 in Emotions, Poems and Lyrics

When you cry upon a pillow
Or tears fall down a cheek
It’s just emotions overflowing
Not a sign of being weak
We show emotions in different ways
We can often lose control
We cry of memories cherished
The ones in my heart and soul
So when I cry I’m not ashamed
It’s not a thing I try to hide
Teardrops flow when I feel pain
Why keep it bottled inside

Author Unknown

Sweet Surrender

Posted: June 16, 2010 in Poems and Lyrics, Submission

You take me in
No questions asked
You strip away the ugliness
That surrounds me
Are you an angel
Am I already that gone
I only hope
That I won’t disappoint you
When I’m down here
On my knees
And sweet
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give
And I don’t understand
By the touch of your hand
I would be the one to fall

Excerpt from Sweet Surrender, by Sarah McLachlan