A Wicked Elf

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 me well have come to realize that my most outstanding feature can be found inside my pants; my cock is a thing of beauty – almost 10-inches long and as thick as my wrist. An Ice Fairy blessed me at birth; she covered me with magical pixie dust that, among other things, gave me the ability to be long lasting and totally satisfying in the loving area.

I work for Santa. That's right, Santa Claus – Saint Nicholas – Kris Kringle, is my boss. I started off in toy making like most of the other elves. But I'm ambitious. In another 100 years I expect to he Head Elf. What really gave my career a giant boost was catching Santa rolling in the hay with Judy, a delightful wench of an elf. Now I get to make rounds with Santa on Christmas Eve and I get to travel around the world during the rest of the year checking up on things.

Here's a little secret. Santa uses a special pixie dust that stops time to enable him to make his worldwide trip in just one night. I've got access to this special dust, and I make very good use of it. I've found that if I sprinkle just a drop on another person, that person is caught up in the magic with me.

Anyway, I thought that I should write a journal of my adventures. So here it is – the Journal of a Wicked Elf.