Votos de um Feliz Natal!

Para todas as minhas leitoras, com o meu desejo de que tenham tido um Muito Feliz Natal!!
Foram umas meninas bem comportadas durante este ano?!
Tiveram muitos presentes agradáveis?!

Um beijo
Pedro M

I saw a figure on the stair

I saw a figure
On the stair
Wearing red velvet
Trimmed with fur

It was Santa Claus
In my view
With long white beard
And hat askew

But not a Santa
Of familiar build
And no sack was apparent
Generously filled

I thought the figure
To my surprise Was rather pleasing
To the eyes

And curiously aroused
At the view
Of Santa
In red stiletto shoes

At that moment
At the top of the stair
The coat fell open
And I do declare

This sight of Santa
Left me aghast
Wearing black stockings
And leather Basque

The white beard
Fell to the floor
And then I understood
What I saw

Santa hadn’t brought me
A gift in a sack
Santa was the present
For me to unwrap

by Paul Curtis
photography by an unknown author

Votos de Feliz Natal!

Para todas as minhas leitoras, com o meu desejo de que tenham um Feliz Natal!!

Um beijo
Pedro M.

A Hand For Santa

On Christmas Eve
Don’t lay awake in bed
All you naughty girls
Blonde, brunette or red
For instead of presents
You may get a shock instead
You may catch Santa
Dressed in his suit of red
Emptying his sack
At the end of your bed

por Paul Curtis
fotografia de autor desconhecido

Black silk dress

Her black silk dress
Fitted her like a sheath
The taut lines showed
Her nakedness beneath

Save for black-stockings
Gartered at the thigh
Stimulating to the loins
And pleasing to the eye

She turned every head
With her glamorous allure
Filled each one with thoughts
None of which were pure

by Paul Curtis
photography by unknown author
model: Monica Bellucci

Speak dirty to me

She wears sexy underwear
And speaks dirty to me
I handle her roughly
Like a rag doll
I bend her to my will
I grope at her breasts
Toy with her nipples
My fingers first probe
Then penetrate her hot wetness
And revel in her response
Then she begs me to enter
And as I do I feel her shudder
Such burning passion
Consumes us both
As we are lost in the baseness of the act
Filthy words spill from her lips
As we exorcized our lust
Then sweet ecstasy
In the moment
Of our passions culmination

by Paul Curtis
photography by an unknown author