I am Charlie the gnome.
Not the type you would put on a rockery or in the garden. I am too little for that. I am what you might call; a Christmas tree gnome.
It is not my fault I am a gnome. It is my master who makes me pay a penance for accidentally setting fir to his implements of wizardry.
He as a true wizard, sure enough. If I had any doubts before I know now for certain.
He has the audacity to plant me on the Christmas tree with other gnomes and Christmas tree decorations with the proverbial fairy perching on top.
I do hope he plans to reverse me to the 21 year old guy I was, with the normal red blooded feelings that made for me having several great affairs with girls - and one with a guy which I would prefer not to talk about. That was horrible, the way he tried to put his tackle inside me. Now he should be a gnome and paying penance like me, that would dampen his ardor
He spunked on me the dirty sod and I hadn't even touched him. He obviously thought I was gay like him and could not help him.self.
But now I am swinging beneath a cardboard glitter star with a couple of fellow gnomes on the branches each side, with whom I am able to communicate. I wonder if they are actual gnomes or they too have been changed into their present state by some wizardry.. They could be people I know I tho0ught, but when I asked they didn't know what I meant, so I guess they must be real gnomes.
I soon discover however that they were not quite the same as me. As guys do the subject came around to girls and sex and there was I boasting about how many I had fucked and they looked at me like I was an alien or something.
"We don't know what you mean" exclaimed Bill, my immediate neighbour. "What is 'fuck' we have no idea?"
Bloody hell! This was going to be some Christmas for me, struck on a tree with sexless eunuchs, or that is what it seemed. Then I realised they didn't have a bulge, not like me, I have a big one. They noticed, Asked I had a problem swelling..
I had to ask; "Don't you have cocks?"
"What are cocks Charlie?"
"This is a cock" I said in frustration, showing myself to them.
They looked bewildered. No wonder they had no sexual tendencies. And the only female on the tree was the fairy. I wonder if? ...
I shall clamber up the tree tonight and look beneath her skirt. That should do the trick. OMG! Please give me a break master Philip (he is my master of sorts, he lives in a big mansion and I am his handyman, he is still old fashioned enough to want me to call him that. But he pays me well so who am I to complain?) I am mad with him though for all this"
Night came and the tree lights were dimmed. Just a little electric candle was kept on, enough for me to take a peak beneath the fairy's skirt. Trouble was, as I soon discovered being perched on a branch directly below her bellowed white flimsy skirt, she wore white panties too.
The thing was I was getting aroused just the same like she was for real. Or was she like the gnomes. Could she talk and perhaps make my Christmas?
I pushed my head upwards and beneath her skirt and sniffed there. I was experienced enough to know the scent of a woman which for me is always the ultimate sexual turn on, the atmospheric perfume of nicely aroused quinny drives me on and in no time I am inside my girl with all the trimmings of a mutual bonding.
Having done all the preliminaries most girls like to do when the time is right. And my dream is always to share each other orally before the big finish which for me is the very most intimate thing one lover can do to another.
Anyway there I was pushing my finger between her crotch to see is she had one. A quinny I mean, that is just what wanted. A nice soft warm and moist quinny to settle my ardor.
I thought she was sleeping but then; "What are you doing "? she had such a nice sweet voice and seeing her deep blue eyes looking down at me and those stunning blonde curls made me feel very lusty indeed.
"Just looking" I said quietly.
"Looking for what exactly?" she said looking puzzled.
"Well you are a girl aren't you?"
"Yes, my name is Angel."