This was it, brightly colored and smooth in texture - the perfect enticement, nay trap, for her very own elf. She would have one this Christmas and he would grant her every wish or he'd remain inside the glass until he agreed. There was but one thing she'd asked for since that magical pubescent moment when she's become aware of boys. She wanted love! If her mate were deliciously male and beautiful, hey who was she to complain.
"Here, elfy elfy..."
Denik smiled at the tiny scrap, yet utterly gorgeous woman calling out for an elf for Christmas. She believed the stories that elves were small, diminutive creatures. Wouldn't she be surprised by his 6'5 frame and as his previous lovers assured him, his chiseled and rocking bod. She'd laid the bait, but would she keep her catch?
Evans, Walker, 1903-1975, photographer.
General store interior. Moundville, Alabama
~So would this be Target's Great Grandaddy or Great-Great Grandaddy? You know my first thought was of the tiny space in the baking aisle of my local grocery store where they keep the tiny bags of flour. Because really, who uses much flour anymore? Heck, I can go for months without cracking open my container. The convenience shopping of today at its best...or worst.~
With tears in her eyes, and sadness in her heart she'd brought his body back as per his request all those years ago. "My dust will be scattered here, Fair One," he said, the fire in his eyes blazed as he took her beneath the cool waters of the mountain lake. Still she felt only heat as he delivered her to the heights of pleasures.
Yep, wicked thoughts going on here...probably they're deciding how naughty they can get on that beach, if the indecent exposure ticket will be worth the wickedness they're soon to create. Or, maybe it's a question of which DQ blizzard to get today! Hey, those baby's can be veeeery wicked. ;)