Posted by romantic on December 22, 2001 at 08:29:21:
Picture this:
Santa had given us both what we wanted. Bound on the floor I had watched him skillfully work the dagger in your belly, heard you moan and whimper as he opened you more and more, seen the look of mixed horror and ecstasy in your eyes as you fell to your knees, clutching your guts in both hands, the last puff of air sputtering between your lips. You pitched forward onto your face. I watched your toes flex slowly a couple of times, the relax. You were dead.
Santa had read my list, too. He removed the silk stockings you had worn as he killed you. He placed your body on top of me, cocking one leg sop that the sole of your foot lay along my penis, toes at the head. He placed your other foot in my face -- toes against my lips, sole to my nose. He took one of your stockings and wrapped it around my throat. As he strangled me, my tongue flicked between your toes, my mouth opening wider encircling more of your foot. My cock swelled as my hips bucked and it rubbed against your other foot.. Divine asphyxia swelled it even more..
At the moment of perfection -- hot fluid erupting from within me, the taste of your toes on my lips, I slipped into ecstatic darkness of death.
There we lay. Your intestines slowly sliding down the inside of my thigh, my shaft slowly softening beside your semen-soaked toes.
Merry Christmas my love.