What happens when a naughty little elf named Yule, pairs up with a lonely-but-nice elf named Tinsel? Why, sexcapades at the North Pole, of course!<br><br>Throw in a reindeer gone missing just before Christmas, plus Santa’s frantic workshop trying to get ready for the holiday at the last minute, and see how the spirit of the season can change even the most bitter elf. Kissing under the mistletoe never had such a sexy twist before.

Tinsel and Yule

Yule echoed Tinsel’s gesture, his hand running through all that fiery orange, a moan escaping from between Tinsel’s parted lips in response as goosebumps ran up both his arms. “Does the carpet match the drapes, little one?” the naughty elf then asked.


Tinsel had never heard such language before, but, still, he got the drift. And so, with trembling hands, he unzipped the zipper to his shorts and opened the fly wide. Little known fact: elves, when not wearing thongs, go commando. He twirled a loop of curly, reddish hair between his fingers. “Looks that way,” he replied, a nervous smile stretching wide across his still-blushing face. “Does, um, yours?” he added, expectantly, as he stared down at his friend’s equatorial region.


Chapter 2