Y’all know Lillian Feisty, right? She’s my friend and she’s quite naughty. Some of the things that come out of her mouth (literally and figuratively) are quite shocking. But I am a good friend who is totally up to the task of Feisty. Last night we were chatting and she had a request. For Christmas, I had to write her a naughty story that included Bourbon, Irish Cream, sheep, astronauts, and Fishdog tied to a chair. I think I accomplished it… Be warned. It is naughty. Though I will admit, it was much naughtier last night when I was drinking. LOL I toned it down some this morning because, well, I’m a chicken when I’m not fueled by liquid gold. 😉 (and no, I did not save the orginal version. On purpose.)

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Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
not a creature was stirring
except a sweet ginger mouse.

The stockings were tied to the chimney with care
And Fishdog was tied to a kitchen chair.
The children away with the babysitter
And visions of Feisty hit Fishdog like a flair.

Feisty in her corset
and I in my socks
Had just settled in
to watch Dick in a Box.

When out on the lawn
arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch,
to see what was the matter.

Away to the window
I flew in a flash
tore open the shutters
and ripped off my sash

The moon made my breasts
seem fresh as new snow
Their brightness lit the way
For 8 tiny sheep and a sex-toy laden sleigh.

The driver eyed me with appreciation
as he disembarked and demanded a bourbon
He rubbed his goatee, and with a cocky smile said
“You look like you are ready for bed.”

What choice did I have
but to invite him inside
He brought his bag of goodies
and Feisty’s eyes went wide.

“Oh my,” she sighed
as she fixed an Irish Cream
“I’m just missing one thing
To make this a true dream”.

“Your wish is my command,”
Our visitor replied.
And Feisty giggled when she said
“Astronauts make me warm inside.”

With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
I knew I had nothing to dread
The magic bag opened and what should appear
Astronauts dressed in full space gear.

With a squeal of delight, Feisty grabbed their hands
and tied them to chairs with strong leather bands
Our visitor turned to me asking
“What is your command?”

I spoke not a word but he figured me out
when the magical mist covered us in a shroud
When the fog lifted, my heart sighed
As we lay on the beach watching the sunrise

It didn’t take long for the dream to end
When I woke the next morning Feisty was spent
Of last night’s debauchery
there was not a hint

As I laid in my bed I heard a low rumble
It was a sexy laugh that made my heart fumble
the voice was so quiet I almost missed it
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good tumble.
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Hope you all got a good tumble for Christmas. Much love and happy holidays to everyone.