Always. My father’s name is Pelznickel, but he has been called many
things throughout the millennia. Saint Nicholas. Kris Kringle. Santa Claus.
Yes. That Santa Claus. The man who’s brought joy to the children of the
world for thousands of years. People have thought him a child’s story, a myth.
I spared a glance over my shoulder to ensure the redhead was gone and I
was alone. Satisfied, I rubbed my right index finger along the side of my nose.
A feeling of pins and needles covered me, as if my entire body had lost
circulation. In a way, it had. The warm sandy beach I’d been walking on blurred
and swirled in my vision, quickly being replaced by my bedroom.
The first few times I’d ever teleported, I’d been convinced I’d stayed
still and the world had moved around me. Now I knew better.
Frantic knocking greeted my arrival.
“What is it?” I called.
“Master Schonesgeschenk, your father is looking for you.”
Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I strode to the door. The fat little
gnome waiting for me on the other side was dressed in thick green robes with
white trim. His long white beard nearly reached his waist. “Astlin, how many
times must I ask you to call me Shawn? It’s just Shawn, I swear."
David S. Scott is a new author of
erotica and erotic romance novels. After finishing his debut novels, Deep In
You and its sequel Deeper In You, he is moving on to several other projects,
including an erotic paranormal tentatively titled Obsidian Angel. He is in his
mid-thirties and happily married, and has a bit of a wicked sense of humor.
When not writing, David can be found reading a variety of genres or playing
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