TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

[Duchess]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Kingdom of Mock
Not a creature was stirring, not even a troll sock.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The Mockers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Sally's hooters danced in their heads.
And User in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s fap.

When out on the moat there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from User's arms to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up last nights corned beef hash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny troll queer.

That's as far I got, I now have writers block. Bah.

[HairOfTheDog]

It's funny, Duchess.

I thought up a weak first verse and then got lazy.


Twas two nights before Christmas and throughout the Mock halls

All the creatures were stirring, Kid was scratching his balls

And the stockings were hung in their own special thread

Except for one that got lost in ramsey's afro-topped head...

[Clang McFly]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Kingdom of Mock
Not a creature was stirring, not even a troll sock.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The Mockers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Sally's hooters danced in their heads.
And User in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s fap.

When out on the moat there arose such a Clang,
I sprang from User's arms and uttered a "Dang!".
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up last nights corned beef hash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny troll queer.

That's as far I got, I now have writers block. Bah.

I like it. I'd just make one small change.

(I too have writer's block and don't know where else I'd work my name into it.)

[aussiefriend]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Kingdom of Mock
Not a creature was stirring, not even a troll sock.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The Mockers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Sally's hooters danced in their heads.
And User in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s fap.

When out on the moat there arose such a Clang,
I sprang from User's arms and uttered a "Dang!".
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up last nights corned beef hash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Then I caught sight of Aussie with a bottle of Cointreau
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny troll queer.

That's as far I got, I now have writers block. Bah.

Me too, small change.

[Duchess]

I was hoping you all would pick it up & make your own changes. Thanks!

[thekid65]

It's funny, Duchess.

I thought up a weak first verse and then got lazy.


Twas two nights before Christmas and throughout the Mock halls

All the creatures were stirring, Kid was scratching his balls

And the stockings were hung in their own special thread

Except for one that got lost in ramsey's afro-topped head...

Nice to know you're thinking of me

[Duchess]

Not only was she thinking about you, she was thinking about your balls!

[thekid65]

Good point.... bonus!

[ramseycat]

Jumped out of Users arms. Hahahahahahaaa.

[Duchess]

You liked that, huh? I kinda liked the fap part myself.

[HairOfTheDog]

It's funny, Duchess.

I thought up a weak first verse and then got lazy.


Twas two nights before Christmas and throughout the Mock halls

All the creatures were stirring, Kid was scratching his balls

And the stockings were hung in their own special thread

Except for one that got lost in ramsey's afro-topped head...

Nice to know you're thinking of me

I was, I was.

Perms and testosterone were the recent forum mocks that popped to mind first.

So, your balls were indeed nestled and snug in my head for a bit...

[Sphincter Cop]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Kingdom of Mock
Not a creature was stirring, not even a troll sock.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The Mockers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Sally's hooters danced in their heads.
And User in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s fap.

When out on the moat there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from User's arms to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up last nights corned beef hash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny troll queer.

That's as far I got, I now have writers block. Bah.

With a leathered chap driver, cut and slick,
I knew this couldn’t be St. Nick.
Who was on my rooftop way up high;
It was his gayness Sphincter Cop looking so sly.
His bedazzled brilliance had no shame;
As he snapped his fingers, and twirled as he called them by name!

[username]

:Hah: Love, love, LOVE them. I may make an attempt when I'm on a computer.

[Duchess]

I'm bumping this with hope that maybe some of you will be inspired to add to it.

[ramseycat]

I laughed again at jumped out of sided 's arms. Hahaha

[QueenBee]

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny troll queer.

.

The sleigh screeched to a halt, and out jumped Maggot who asked for a beer.

[F.U.]

Yes this is probably riddled with typos and punctuation errors so excuse that and have a laugh anyway.




Mocks Night before Christmas, R rated version.




Twas the night before Christmas, and all throughout MOCK.

The only creature that was stirring, was Maggot playing with his cock.

His clothes were all hung from the lamp and the chair,

And he hoped that his wife would not find them there.



While Maggot was seated at the foot of his bed.

Having visions of Duchess dancing nude in his head.

My girls were in teddy's, I was laying on my back,

The games had begun, and they were cutting me no slack.



When out on the computer there arose such a clatter,

I had to go see, just what the fuck was the matter.

Clicking open windows, Mock was opened in a flash.

I stumbled around, almost spilling my stash.



There in front of me a pair of breasts they did show.

Making me wonder how much farther our Sally would go.

I never would have guessed what next would appear,

I seen a nicely trimmed beaver, As my vision did clear.



With posts being posted, so lively and quick,

I could tell right away Maggot let go of his dick.

More replies from our Ramsey and Crash had just came.

While user did whistle, SIXFOOTER calling her name.



Now Ninja, Now MS, Now Maggot and HotD,

And QueenBee, and User, SIXFOOTER and Ramsey.

To the top of the page, above them all,

With all of these posts, this thread would not fall.



Then pictures and posts and comments did fly,

With the members of mock getting horny and high.

As moaning and groaning and complements flew,

Even playing with sex toys was our Aussiefriend too.



Then out of nowhere nrkerr she did post,

I'm getting my freak on, and I don't mind if I boast.

My head it is shaking ,almost spinning around,

Now if only I had me a hot pussy hound.




With the members now all naked from their head to their foot,

And the heat from the lamp, turning Maggots dirty sock into soot.

With a drawer full of toys and Aussie on her back,

And MS looking like a pervert, as his pud he did pack.



His eyes they did twinkle, saving photos not for sharing,

Saying I like Sally's bush, No its not very harry.

His mouth began to open, and his eyes began to roll,

And his hand jerking faster, as his juices started to flow.



FU had one woman clinched tight on his meat,

The others legs encircled his head like a wreath.

Not seeing his broad face, or his little round belly,

No way he could post, no one he'd be telling.



Some members with chubby's, or a plump wet pink spot,

All stroking and rubbing , everyone of them hot.

With the blinking of eyes and the twitching of heads,

We soon did all know, we had nothing to dread.



We spoke not a word, As we finished our work,

Some picturing Sally as they frantically jerked.

Others using a finger, To rub their wet holes,

Moaning and groaning, as their blood pressure rose.




Dutchess sprang to the keyboard, to her mockers she did whistle,

Lets all finish this off, like a space bound missile.

With all finishing off , as a group felt out of sight.

She said Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night !

[HairOfTheDog]

That was awesome, F.U.

I'm gonna read it again and again.

It was raw, and hot and not in the least bit awkward to read.

Think I'm just trying to be nice? Test my sincerity:


Okay, I'm busted.

Yeah, that was effin' creepy - and not in a good way.

Keep your filthy hands off of Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer and Frosty the Snowman, F.U. Some classics are sacred.

[F.U.]

Hahahahahahahahahaha. Frosty and Rudolph you say. HMmmmmm, Thinking ... thinking.

[F.U.]

Its just fun and reindeer gams.