A little naughty holiday verse, from San Francisco Chronicle.
Thanks to Mike for sending the link!
"Whether it's Sexmas or Spanksgiving, sex party patrons
will seize just about any chance to make merry"'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Power Exchange house, all the creatures were stirring, one doffing her blouse.
The stockings were hung some by garter belts with care, in hopes that attention would soon be directed there.
The swingers were nestled upon the third-floor beds, while visions of sex acts danced in their heads.
When out upon the main floor lounge there arose such a clatter, some sprang from the lip-shaped love seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the stripper pole they flew like a flash, huddled round the microphone, bodies crushed in a mash.
The black-light glow on the breasts like new-fallen snow, gave the lustre of midday to the lust of the revelers below.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear, but a miniature sex toy and eight vixens dear....
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