As I stand in the heart of the North’s lush forests, surrounded by the whispering leaves and the gentle night breeze, I am reminded of the sensuality that lies at the very heart of my people. It’s a misconception that high elves are distant and detached, that we’re too caught up in our own mystic worlds to appreciate the simplicity of a warm body, a tender touch. But the truth is, we elves know how to savor the moment, to let go of inhibitions and lose ourselves in the heat of the moment. And I, for one, am no exception.
My life as Santa’s personal assistant has given me a front-row seat to the most intimate moments of the holiday season. And I’ve learned that beneath the merry exterior, even the most jolly of souls has its own secrets, its own desires. It’s a truth that I, as a high elf, understand all too well. For us, the seasons are a time for renewal, for celebration, and for surrendering to the primal urges that drive us. And in the quiet of the night, when the world is asleep, I let my true self shine, unencumbered by the expectations of others.
I recall a particular winter’s midnight, when the snowflakes danced around me like ethereal ballerinas, and the fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow on the faces of my fellow elves. We were a circle of women, our bodies entwined, our skin warm with the heat of our desire. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated joy, a release of all the pent-up passion and yearning that had built up within us. And in that instant, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be - in the heart of the forest, surrounded by the beauty and sensuality of my people.
>Soulkyn