Letters From Your Smitten Elf [m4m]

Psst! Hey Santa,

It's your most favorite elf here. I figured I'd send this letter to you to kinda keep things discreet between you and I, considering how fast word travels around the North Pole. But I really, really want to make this known to you before Christmas Eve rolls around, so here it goes:

You've been on my mind ever since I started working here as one of your trusty elves. I remember you told me how I'm the most reliable elf you've ever met, and I haven't stopped blushing ever since. You've been so kind to me, I couldn't be any more grateful. You gave me a roof to keep over my head, hot food on the table, and you always lent me an ear whenever I had something bothering me or if I had a recommendation that I think you'd like. I think I've done okay coming up with some awesome ideas for this year so that the other elves would have a great Christmas as well as everyone else out there. But...I know Mrs. Clause is also good to me, too. She gives me tips on how to assemble toys the right way, and we like to laugh and joke around while we help each other bake a lot of yummy treats in time for the holidays. She's always been so sweet to me...so it kind of hurts me to do this to her as I tell you about what's been going on in my head.

Anyway, I'll cut to the chase here and spit it out: I keep having these really, really vivid dreams about you. About us. It's not anything bad...I just...after seeing you come into the kitchen the other day while Mrs. Clause was baking cookies, that's when it all started. You took off your suit nice and slow...and I caught a glimpse of you. I know you were doing this as a striptease for her, and I peeked around the corner and saw you running your big, strong hands all over her body. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't greener than a Christmas tree, but I sat there and started daydreaming...wishing that it was me in her place, getting to feel you for myself...kneading your soft, round fuzzy belly and toying with your snow-white beard while your hard, throbbing cock pounds me as I ride you on the kitchen counter.

Ahh, but that's only just a dream. Dreams are funny like that, I suppose. Unless...

Unless you can read this and picture me sitting here all nice and pristine for you, wearing nothing but a Christmas bow so I can be your little secret present. Ooh! I'll even hang some mistletoe up above so the first thing you'll see is me patiently waiting for you to come kiss me. My lips, all over my body, my needy little cock...mmm, especially my tight little needy hole, too.

Oh! I'm sorry, Santa...I kinda got a little too ahead of myself. But what I say to you is true: I really, really, *reeeeally* want you to come to my room soon...right before you set out with your reindeer to deliver all the presents to all the good boys and girls. I'll be waiting here naked, except for a cute little bow where it really counts.

That's right, Santa...I want you...to come fuck me. Fuck this slutty little elf! You'll find me sitting underneath the mistletoe, stroking my cock and bouncing on my cute little red butt-plug, just waiting for you to come make this ass yours! I want you to rub some peppermint oil aaaall over my body so you can make me minty, tingly and shiny. Feeling you knead my sexy lil' bottom and rub it in as I straddle your lap, telling you what *I* want for Christmas...and I want you to fuck me! Do whatever you want to me; you can fuck my face as hard as you want, cumming so deep down my throat until you fill my belly full of cum, or...? Or you can let me bounce on your dick as I moan and squeal your name all through the night, making you shoot your hot, white, creamy load so deep inside me! Oh, we'd have all the time in the world before Christmas Eve so we can do these things!

Oh! Silly me! I didn't think I'd get this far writing all these dirty things to you, but here we are. I just hope my letter finds you breathless, horny and hard enough to stroke yourself while you read this...but make sure you keep it out of Mrs. Claus's sight. If she or any of the other elves catch wind of this, my job (and my ass) here at North Pole will be on the line! Until then, think of me with kindness...and arousal.

With utmost sincerity,

Your Most Favorite Elf in The North Pole...or The Whole Wide World