A Warm Winter's Night - Sex Stories

A Warm Winter's Night

T’was the night before Christmas, Alone in the house. Just out of her tub, Now where was her blouse? She dashed to her bedroom, Her jaw dropped in awe, She open the drawer… There wasn’t a bra. They were planning this night To make cookies and candies, The next drawer down… Oh no , no panties! Her stockings were hung By the chimney with care, Now, they too were gone She didn’t know where. The panic she felt, She tried to subdue; If not for her towel, She would be nude. Then suddenly from the kitchen There arose such a clatter, She sprang from her thoughts To see what was the matter. There he was standing With a sweet loving smile, He surely had been In the house for a while. How’d he get in? Her heart filled with glee, Then she remembered She’d given him a key. What she saw in his hand She felt such an honor, Those cuffs and clamps And her favorite flogger. She no longer cared About cookies and candies, She now knew what happened To her blouse, bra and panties. He spoke softly to her, “Come here, my sweet pet.” Her knees felt weak And then she felt wet. Dropping the towel, She ran to his chest. He spoke again, “Babe, you are the best.” She whispered as the blindfold Was stealing her sight, “Merry Christmas, my love, T’will be a warm winter’s night.”