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- ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
- not a creature was stirring, save for a dormouse;
- Clad in only striped stockings with no one to greet,
- slept the brunette rodent who was also a NEET.
- She was nestled snugly inside of her bed,
- naughty thoughts filling the dormouse’s head;
- Of a man in the bathtub who was quite the singer,
- made the mouse’s hand travel to slip in a finger .
- You see Christmas was special for a different reason,
- more than Saint Nick or a change of the season;
- Since monster girls came it took a whole different meaning,
- one which made all the more a holiday intriguing;
- For there was one gift they loved most on a cold winter night,
- the act of pure love and a womb painted white.
- When the clock struck midnight did I rise up the stairs,
- eager to go at it like a couple of march hares;
- My heart thumped loudly as I approached the mound,
- until my eyes discovered something quite round.
- It was her bottom I saw hanging out in the air,
- uncovered and wiggling without a worry to spare;
- Yet before I could act on her buttocks’ temptation,
- my body was stricken with a tingly sensation.
- See dormice are special, so do take a seat,
- as I explain how their bodies produce something sweet.
- They wear a fragrance like ripe honeydew,
- that’s quite addictive to all but a select few;
- As if that wasn’t enough, I do offer this tip,
- bask in the bathwater after one takes a dip.
- A soak is potent enough to alter your moods,
- to make a beast out of the prudest of prudes;
- This ‘dormouse tea’ will work, I can attest,
- but let’s return to the story before I digress.
- I snuck behind her on the queen-sized bed,
- clad in red boxers and a familiar cap on my head;
- Yet the dormouse snoozed without a single thought,
- displaying candy cane stockings (which were quite taut).
- None could one blame me for what the heart seeks,
- especially when that place was between her butt cheeks;
- For ‘twas this place that my face nuzzled,
- until she returned me a stare most puzzled.
- I furrowed my brows in deep concentration,
- to explain to her the strange situation;
- ‘I tripped here on my way to the bath’,
- was a quote most likely to invoke her wrath;
- Yet before I could muster an excuse to pull,
- she laid her face down onto a pillow laden with drool.
- Paying no mind she gave her bottom a wiggle,
- grinding upon my nose with a cheeky giggle;
- “What a silly place to rest your head,
- wouldn’t it be warmer with me in the bed?”
- With her scent in my nostrils, my horses reared,
- giving her nethers a deep kissing until something phallic appeared;
- But ‘twas not a cane that emerged from my boxers,
- but her favorite knob and pair of door knockers.
- The mouse braced herself on quivering knees,
- giving the love nub a few licks never ceased to please;
- She spoke not a word as I commenced my work,
- taking hold of her petite hips and giving them a jerk;
- She moaned with each thrust into her warm dormouse hole,
- as I became absorbed into the holiday role.
- Merry Christmas to all, in spirit of St. Nick,
- reminding you to give your waifu the dick.
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