| The Christmas Call by Erotica Writings© I sit by my window watching the snow fall Hoping tonight that you will call I still feel your lips from your kiss As I stood under the mistle toe feeling such bliss A smile covers my face as the phone rings My wetness pours from your sensual whisperings My hips twitch as my fingers fondle between my thighs Your breathing becomes intense from my moans and sighs My nipples harden like Christmas candy You tell me to get my vibrator you call handy My hips now buck as Handy and I fuck My wetness and juices leads us both to an explosive scream Tonight we fulfilled a fantasy, a dream. Merry Christmas baby |


| Copyright © 2005-2006 Bare Back Magazine, all rights reserved. Please contact the authors if you'd like to reprint articles on this site. All copyrights are retained by original authors |