There was a time when working at the North Pole was an honor reserved for elves, but the internet changed all that. Elves became online entrepreneurs, marketers, freelance writers or brokers. They also began to move to warmer climates as it became clear that they no longer needed to be seen to be believed. With the departure of hundreds of elves from Santa's...
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"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house" Linda was arranging a few low-hanging decorations. "Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse" They were askew, probably after having been pushed aside by curious kids checking out the presents under the tree. "The stockings were hung by the chimney with care" She had just rescued a rich...
Damn Santa was horny. He had been flying around all night long and needed a beer and a blowjob. So far all he had gotten was some luke warm milk and crappy cookies. Oh well, it pays the bills. His real name was Alan but he was currently working for Santa Inc. Nobody realized that there was no way ONE Santa could hit all the houses in the world. It was a corp...
Author's note: As part of the Pastiches de Oggbashan story event, this story is in honor of Literotica member, prolific author, and Author's Hangout participant and community leader extraordinaire, Oggbashan, "Ogg" affectionately for short. (Ogg has shared his story with us, and is courageously facing end-of-life from a combination of advanced age plus the s...
"What shall we name this store you want to open?" Ali asked. "Behind Clothes Doors or Behind Closed Doors?" Bee replied. "Clever twist on words and their meanings. Is that the sole reason for choosing that?" "No, I saw a store for women's wear and adult toys in Northern California's Gold Country in Grass Valley when I was there one summer. The name has h...
I am an elf. My name is Willmar Snowflake, but almost everyone calls me Willie. Those who know me well call me Wicked Willie. I am 111 years old, which is just at the beginning of elf adulthood. I am tall for an elf, almost 5 feet in height. I have bright red hair and a ruddy complexion. I'm fit and trim, no cookie belly for me! Those who have come to know m...
"I hate Christmas!" Those words from the Grinch echo though my head as I open my eyes and see the cold, sterile surroundings of my hospital room. Why not hate it? If there was no Christmas, then there would be no Black Friday, and I would have not ended up in here. "Excuse me, Miss Cat, but there is someone here to see you." Quickly the nurse steps back to...
Mandy sat quietly in the corner of the school room as the other children were laughing and eating cookies with kool-aid. She stared out the window looking at the snow falling on the playground wishing she could have stayed home from the Christmas party. Mandy's teacher walked up to her smiling knowing the child did not have a gift to exchange today. "You le...
The following is a fantasy my wife shared with me and asked me to write for her. I hope all enjoy it. Happy Holidays!!! Christine was able to get to bed early this evening. Unfortunately, her husband was working until tomorrow morning, with this being Christmas Eve and all. She was able to get her son into bed early with the promise that Daddy would be here...