Location: 83°38'10"N 31°12'18"W, Kaffeklubben Island, Northern Greenland Time: 2164-12-26T23:12UTC Santa's Workshop is louder and more raucous the night after Xmas® than any day before, even though the weeks leading up to the twenty-fifth of December are always a flurry of activity, round-the-clock shifts rushing to bring everything together for Mr. Claus' annual global circumnavigation. Then, after the culmination of thi...

John rubbed the back of his neck and groaned. His wife, Kathy, looked around their new house and sighed. They were extremely overwhelmed at the thought of unpacking all of these boxes. “New houses should come with little helpers to unpack everything,” Kathy commented. “Kitchen faeries to put away all the glassware and utensils and bedroom gnomes to hang up everything in the closet would be might handy right about now.” “Y...

Marco had just logged into his workspace and ticketing system after starting up his computer Thursday morning when he heard the front door chime. “Shit.” No problem that his utterance was out loud. He was the first one in the office that morning, so no one else would hear. With a huff, he locked his computer and pushed back from his desk. If this wasn't someone with a key, he'd have to let them in, or if it wasn't an empl...

"I'm not scared. Are you?" Craig stood with his arm around Kerri, looking at the newest addition to their household. "No. We've talked about this for months. I'm sure we're ready." "We better be. No returns now, right?" "Right. No turning back now that we've set up our new little bundle of joy!" With a touch of the power button, their new espresso machine came alive. After a long time of wanting to cut down on the time an...

As a little girl, I dreamed of my prince charming astride his noble steed, whisking me away from dragons and evil queens. Never did I imagine that my potentate would also be potent in the kitchen. Two years later, my deft dauphin, Carter, is in his final semester at Escoffier Culinary School, and I am eight pounds thicker. The final semester - desserts - is heaven for my mouth and hell for my hips, all wrapped in one ligh...

“Sssss” “Sssss” “Sssss” Jacob dropped the raw hamburgers and brats onto the hot grill as I walked out the back door. Immediately, the sound of the grease sizzling and the smell of the fat cooking made my mouth water. The potatoes had already been incubating in their shiny tented foil homes, and the seasoned vegetables were in their wire basket, anxiously waiting to join the fiery party. I slid my arms around the waist of...

Ivan rushed from the doorway where he had been concealed, jumping, turning halfway round, landing on his back in the thick, coarse straw piled behind the supply wagons. Not two strides behind, Miryam pounced, landing astride the young lad with a spirited laugh. Clangs of the evening bell signaled that the main gate would soon close, the wall surrounding the castle secured for the night; thereafter, entrance and departure...

Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep. Dominic checked the meat thermometer. Perfect. The aroma of the roast wafting into the kitchen brought Renata to his side just as he set it on the counter. “Mmmm, smells amazing,” she sang, inhaling deeply. “I'll make the salad while that rests.” The fact that her nipples were forming pronounced peaks in her t-shirt top didn't escape her husband's notice. Dominic admired his...

The steaks were marinating; she had veggies to cut up. This would be dinner on the grill, since the oven was not an option tonight. The August heat and humidity were pushing the AC to its max. It was 3:30 pm, and hubby wouldn’t be home for another two hours. She would get everything ready, and then wouldn’t open that back door until necessary. Even inside, she was sweating in a tank top and the hot pink lace bikini briefs...

I open my eyes after a few moments. I haven't fallen back asleep, but have used the last two minutes to relax and shut out the light of the sun, which has risen steadily, casting a bright patch creeping lower on the wall. My fingers are laced with Yuki's as we lie there, face-up, naked on her bed, silent now. Our breathing has returned to normal after the loud and vigorous activity of our frisky sex. The central air leaki...

Yuki stands in front of the window in the morning light, giving us a few moments to gaze upon each other's completely naked bodies. She sways slightly, and I mimic her, causing her to smile at my waving distended member. She steps over to the mini-fridge next to the desk and retrieves a large bottle of water, twisting off the cap to take a drink. I approach her, and she offers me the bottle, so I take a drink too. While s...