Dance.

I draw the blinds, turn down the lights and pull a chair into the middle of the room. I pour a glass of wine, placing it on the table next to the chair. I find the right track on the Ipod and have it ready to play as soon as I hear your hand on the door knob. I check myself in the mirror one last time, adjusting my bra strap , smoothing my hair down and reapplying my deep red lipstick. Then I knee alt the side of your chair and wait.

After a few short minuets , that seem to go on for hours, I hear your car on the gravel outside. The door slamming , the beep of the central locking and then the crunch of gravel under foot.. Then the key in the front door, you foot steps coming down the hall and then so slowly it’s almost painful the knob of the door turns and the door opens.. I don’t look up, I stare straight ahead with lowered eyes, just the way you trained me, just the way you want me.

you walk over to the chair, looking down at me, you utter ‘whats this then little one? What are you up to mouse? I don’t remember saying I wanted you like this when I got home this morning, did I.’ Poursing for a moment, then you say in a firmer tone ‘ girl , look at me when I ask you something, what is this all about?’

painfully slowly , I raise my eyes to meet yours . Licking my lip and swallowing , my mouth having gone suddenly dry. I manage to get the words out in a husky and a hell of lot stronger than I feel, ‘I wanted to dance for you  ,maîtriser please let me dance for you?’ . I stare up at you with pleading eyes from the hard wood floor , that has started hurt my knees.

the heat of your gaze makes me sweat and my insiders squirm, waiting with hope and a lot more patience that I thought I would ever have. You reach down , you hand going in to my hair and I feel a none to gentle tug that brings me to my feet. You hand fastens round my neck , forcing my chin up and me to look in to your eyes. I shiver as a cold chill travels down my spin and I try to step back. You only pull harder and bring you mouth down on mine in a deep , possessive, hurried kiss. Letting go suddenly , in a near growl , you tell me ‘as you wish little one ‘ . Turning from me to sit in the chair , reach for the glass of wine and taking a deep swallow.

i sorter of to iPod , make sure I add in a little extra sway to my hips as I go. I turn my head and look over my shoulder at , with a coy smile, that I hope has the right amount of sexy in it. I turn to the iPod once again and hit play, no slow ranchy song or pumping, bump and grind for this dance, oh no. It is the heavy guitar and for full grit tones of kings of Leon for this girl.

As I turn to face you , I slowly sway my hips in time with music, reaching round I undo the clip holding my hair. Shaking out my red curls as I move closer to you , the smell of the sweet cinnamon and honey shampoo , closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and run my fingers from the roots to the ends , bundling the length over my shoulder. I trace my fingers down my checks , across lips, down my neck , tracing my collar , to the slopes of my breasts. I then turn my self so my back is to you, slowly undoing the tiny buttons on the front of my dress , I turn back to face , swaying and grinding my body in time to the music. with shaking fingers I push open the front of my dress and roll my shoulders , so the dress slips down to my waist , exposing my small creamy white breast, encased in your favoiut black lace bra.

I run my hand the sides of my breast , down the sides of my body, leave goosebumps in the wake. I reach my hips and my dress, I hook my thumbs in the sides and gentle shimmy out of it. being careful not to get the silk and lace of my dress court up on the heel of red patent leather pumps. I’m left standing in front of you in black lace bra, matching boy shorts and heels. I sway and strut closer to you , I’m so close now you can reach out a touch if you want. ‘ loose the shoes , sweetheart’ I hear you say .

So I turn my back to you, bending at the waist, and sticking my but in your groin. I unsnap the straps on my shoes, removing them and placing to the side of table. Then i feel your hands on my butt, as I Straighten up. Your fingers glide up the side of my body tracing the under side of my breast, your hands travel round to the clasp of my bra , with a well-practiced flick of your finger it undone. You gently turn me round and encourage me to carry on my slow dance, but at the same time you push the straps down my arms and pull the cups away, leaving my aching breasts and rock hard nipples on full display, less than a foot from you mouth.

Seeing the bulge in your trousers , I move nearer to you placing one Of my toned legs , between yours. I unfasten your tie and with shaking fingers I undo the buttons on you shirt , pulling free the hem from you waste band. I place one hand behind your neck and use the other spread your shirt wide open . I rise up and boldly thrust me breast in your face. Your catch a nipple in your mouth, sucking at first , then biting down on the over sensitive tip. Straddle you lap , rocking and grinding hard and slowly, felling you grow harder and more swollen as I go.

You hands are now rubbing against my lips , through the lace of my panties . Suddenly you urge me to stand , and hook you thumbs in the waist band, pulling them in one swift motion over my hips and to the ground . You growl ‘dance girl, my little cock tease a’ as you stand kicking your shoes of  , along with you socks.

Turn round I hear you moan, as I do so I hear the fly of you trousers being pulled down followed by the soft Humph of them being tossed to the side. I hear you pick up you wine, gulping it down in one and placing the glass back. All the time I keep up my slow, swaying dance then I feel you behind me , pulling me close , you cock nestling between the checks of my bum. I feel you loop you tie round my wrist, pulling my arms up and around your neck. I fell you roughly kissing my neck , your hands making a beeline for my pussy. Your fingers plunge in to my already wet cunt, you plunge them in side my hitting my g-spot , tofu thumb is on my clit , pushing hard in  firm circles .

Gasping and moaning , I beg to be load to come, your growl in my ear ‘ now girl, come now’ as you use a come hither motion on my g-spot. My knees buckle , as juices gush out of me , covering you hand, my thighs and hitting the floor. But you’re not going to let me rest are you, oh no. Your pushing me to my knees, forcing my head down in to the hard floor, your hand firmly on my neck. Next I feel you falling to knees behind pushing my legs wide apart. You use you hands to Guide you ramrod hard cock in to my tight whole. A feeling that always feels like your going to spilt me in two. Next you grab my tie bound hands and using them to pull me in to wide legged kneeling position. One hand pulls my waist and hips tight to your groan . The other pushes the hair away from my neck , so you can lick, suck and bite my neck and shoulders.

Now you push me forward again , face firmly planted on the ground, oh and your really fucking me. All the frustration of you hard-working week, the traffic jams and every ting thing that has been poured in to this. I begged to come and you give me permission to come all I want, but you don’t give in to your relieve yourself. I most of come 6 time before I feel your breathing and stroke changed. You push me down harder by my neck , and roar as you empty yourself into me, over and over.

You slum over my used little body and catch your breath. I whisper in a small voice ,’did you like your Dance maîtriser? Did I do a good job ? ‘

Gathering me in to you sweaty embrace  and whispering in my ear ‘ yes little mouse you danced beautifully for me, as you always do., I’m very proud of you,’ pulling tight to you chess’s , you clam my mouth with yours in a loving kiss and I feel you cock springing to life again. Something tells me it’s time for the next dance!

Masturbation Monday.

 

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From the heart… They are here at last!

So you may or may not of noticed I have been quiet for the last few days and not really be online that much. Well I have had good reason, last Wednesday I decided I was fed up of being pregnant and really wanted to be a mummy already!

Ok so I say that in jest , but it was a horrid few hours of worry , panic and more worry. I woke up on Wednesday with a poorly chest and the worst back ache ever! Lucky for me the Boss man was working from home and tucked me up on the sofa with breakfast and Disney films. By midday I was really lagging and the pain had got worse. The boss man called the midwife , thinking it was a water infection or brakstion. But after coming out and checking on me , she start to say things like ‘Active labour’ and ‘dilated’ and ‘on their way’. So I was bundled in to the car, driven to the hospital and with in 30 mins on a drip trying to stop my labour. The Boss man mobilised the troop, and we waited and prayed for no more contractions. But 20 mins after that my waters broke, the babies heart rate monitor when mad and the next thing I know I was being rushed to theatre, with Boss man hot on are heels!

After what seemed like a nice hours nap I found myself I recovery , in pain and feeling empty inside. It took the Boss man , sedative and 3 nurses to calm me down. I was sure the babies had died or got lost, but I always have a bad time when I get put right under. So after getting it in to my head that I had indeed just become a mum, I demanded to be taken to see my babies. but that was not happening as I was too poorly and they were poorly too! So I clung to the pics that the boss man had taken of them and made him describe them in detail.

Constance Grace was born first weighing in at lb 9. Connie , was born kicking and screaming. The doctors where slightly concerned that she had a swollen tummy and that she had a touch of Turdus. Evelyn Rosa was born weighing in at 4lb 5. Little Evie was born still and blue, with undulated lungs. She needed a little encouragement and help, but she soon decided to be a good girl and behave. (just like her mummy). They both got taken to the NICU , but my amazing Great Aunty May had promised to sit with them and ‘give eye’. So I knew that they would be ok.

I had to get through the next day without seeing them, which would have been hell, but I was hopped up on painkillers and slept for a lot of the day. I also had aunty may and uncle fred with the girls the whole time. Little bear went to visit them at lunchtime on Thursday , taking her Ipad and Skype me with the girls from th NICU.

At 5 pm the boss man turned up with a wheel chair and it was off to see them. I was terrified of doing something to wrong or hurting them somehow. I had a little cuddle with Evie and dear god I have never felt anything like it.It was like the purest love and pride and happiness all at once. I swapped Evie with her daddy and held Connie and just stared at her. Tears sprung to my eyes as she opened her eye, squeaked, pulled the funniest little face and then pooped for the first time! Turns out she needed her mummy to make her feel relaxed enough poop! (FYI my babies are even cute when they poop, fact!)

So the last few days I have been healing, getting to know my little ones and just being ridiculously happy! Motherhood is something that I had always, deep down wanted in my life. But for so many reasons thought it was never going to happen. I mean I never thought in my wildest dreams that after the break down of my first marriage that I would want to be with someone new. But in the space of 4 years I have a wonderful home, 3 beautiful subbie sisters, a husband who I adore and 2 perfect little girls. This is the life I Always wanted, Always needed , bit never thought I dissevered. But you know what?!?! I do deserve this , to be loved , to love and to be happy.

So I am relaxing , or trying to. I’m trying to just be happy and not over think things, to just enjoy the moment. I’m doing ok with it, if I feel overwhelmed, I just breath and remember , I got this far and if  did that I can rule the world!

Hugs,

Pixie x x x x

Question time with the girls …. and Candysnatch Reviews.

So up this week on are little question time is the one and only Candysnatch Reviews.. A Sex toy reviewer, who is epic in her body positive stance , blogger, sexy vixen , who little bear keeps saying she wants to be like her! I highly recommend poping over to her site or following her on twitter @Candysnatchrewviews. so here we are and hope you enjoy!

Question time with the girls…. And Candy snatch review.
1. Sub, Dom, Switch, Discus? (Babe) I personally am a switch. I’m very happy playing on either side of this fence but in the last few years I’ve found myself leaning slightly towards a submissive persuasion. Definitely falling into a bratty little role more and more. That said I love to play Goddess and be worshipped. I guess I’m spoilt and just want the best of both.
2. Do you have any favourite kinks and if so what are they? (Kitten) oh god I have so many lol! I love to be restrained that’s probably my favourite kink. I love sex in public, the thrill of the risk drives me crazy. I love a bit of role play too. It’s great to be able to just go crazy in a scene and be something or someone you’re not. Pure fantasy play.
3. If you could visit any place, where would it be and why? (mouse) Erm, I’ve always wanted to visit Italy. It’s not somewhere I’ve been yet but I’d love to visit Rome and see all the art and architecture. Despite not being at all religious I’d love to see The Vatican. Fuck knows why lol.
4. What is the best burger in the world and why? (little bear) I’m actually a vegetarian lol. So this is quite a hard one for me. But there’s a 50s style diner where I live called The Hot Rod Diner and they make a bloody amazing veggie stacked burger. I have it with sweet potato fries and a raspberry milkshake.
5. Who has been the biggest influence in your life and why? (All) oh this is a hard one. I’d go with my former manager. She taught me how to be a strong manager and the importance of consistency and reliability. Someone recently told me I remind them of her before they knew I worked for her and it was a huge compliment. Other wise my two best friends. One male… one female and they influence almost everything I do. I’d be lost without them.
6. What are the first 5 things you do in the morning? (little bear) ok so without doubt first thing I do is check my phone and answer emails before I’ve even left the bed. I work with an American company as a writer and so often wake up to time difference emails. Second I spend some time cuddling my dogs who go mental as soon as I’m up and about. Thirdly straight into the bathroom to wash and brush up. Fourth would be dressed/hair/makeup my vanity knows no bounds and I always have a full face of make up even for work. Fifth would be get my kids up before I leave for work and spend a very brief amount of time checking what they need for the day. Then out the door!
7. What is your favourite room in your house and why? (Mouse) my bedroom. I recently decorated it and I spent ages picking everything out so it’s finally the room of my dreams. A pretty little 50s style boudoir full of lingerie and pin up girls. It’s my favourite place in the world.
8. What does your working week look like? (Kitten) My working week is busy busy busy. Outside of running my site I’m second chef in a busy care home. 4 days a week I’m up at 5 and out the door by half 6. I spend 8 hours running around my kitchen like a thing possessed and then come home by 3 ready to greet my girls home and be mum.  Around my 4 chefing days I also schedule 2 full days for the blog and reviewing and regularly fit freelancing in after kitchen shifts. It’s not unusual for me to work 12 hour days and sometimes 10 days on a run.
9. Do you like to cook and what type of food do you like? (Babe) Given my occupation I obviously cook loads. My favourite aspect is baking and when I get a rare day off I’m often found baking. Particularly at Christmas when I bake for family and friends too.
10. If you could have a super power, what would it be and why? I would have to say I’d love the power to talk to animals just so I could talk to my dogs. Hahaha I talk to them anyway but it would be lovely to know what they’re thinking.
Silly Questions from little bear.
What is the best breakfast cereal in the world? Crunchy nut cornflakes!
Where in the world would you live if you could live anywhere and why? Somewhere hot and beautiful. I was recently seriously tempted to move to Majorca! I’d love to be able to walk on white sands on my days off.
Leather, Latex, or silk? Latex! I love Latex so much the feeling is incredible.
Castle, palace, or mansion? Palace. I’m far too much of a princess for either of the others.
What is your favourite colour? PINK! Every day of the week.

hugs,

Pixie x x x x

 

From the Heart…. Irish Abortion Referendum.

So at long last Ireland is going to hold a referendum on their abortion laws. on saturday thousands of pro-choice campaigners march in Dublin to peacefully demonstrate for the up coming referendum. Being  part Irish , a woman and of Pro-choice way of thinking , it filled me with a sense of pride and admiration. Hell if the was anyway of being with them and matching , I would have been. But being heavily pregnant and not being able to fly , i watch and read about it from the comfort of my sofa.

As the law stands now abortion is illegal , unless the mother’s life is in danger. It gives the unborn child the same rights as the mother. If you are found having or having had an illegal abortion, you can face up to 14 years in jail. with this thousands of woman are travel abroad to terminate unplanned pregnancies, knowing the only other way of dealing with it are the iligal back street abortions or living with the shame of bring a baby in to the world , unplanned and unwanted.

I  am as i said part irish , a mix of southern and north an . I was bought up in a very strict  catholic household. Sex outside married was frowned upon and children out side was seen as a sin. This was a view that seemed to be the view of people on the whole. But it was also well-known that you could go abroad or to Doris down the road to have it ‘taken care of ‘ . I was to young to understand what this meant , but as I got older I was taught at my very posh and very strict school , not only what abortion was but that it was the worst sin, anyone who did was going straight to hell and would be punished everyday for the rest of your lives! So I kind of grew up to say that I was pro-life and that I hated the idea of abortion.

How ever when I reached my teens and I rebelled , I was kicked out of school for fighting and fell in with a bad crowd . by the age of 15 I was having sex with both males and females . So it came as no big shock that just after I turned 16 I found out I was pregnant. terrified I told my sister , who broke it to my mother. I remember her storming in to my room and calling me a dirty little whore and did I have any idea of the shame this would bring on her and my sisters. I was told I would be ‘doing the sensible thing’ and  days later I was frog match to the GP and then my mother made me walking in and tell the doctor a pack of lies that went ‘ I had me drunk and some boy forced him self on me , that I did not want to be a mother and that it was making me have suicidal thoughts’. The GP got out his little forms and signed a slip and handed some leaflets to my mum . She drove me home telling me I had to call and get it all set up as soon as I got in. I got an appointment at a place called preterm in London 2 days later. I had to go on my own and it is one of the most vile things I have ever done . I was seen by a woman , who did a few test and then I had to have a ultra sound scan , I which I saw my baby . The woman who did said yes 15 weeks , nice and high, good pregnancy. I was then marched in to another room where they phoned round ‘clinics’ to find a spot for my to have it taken care of as quickly as it could. The nearest clince that could see me with in 2 weeks was in Essex. appointment made and out the door. No offer of counseling or any hint of help.

5 days later at 6.45 am I was put on a train to London with my sisters and then the tube to Essex. when I arrived I was told that my sisters could not stay with me and that I need to go and get ready. I climbed in to my night-shirt , put my panties with a big sentry towel on them under my pillow . I was taken in to a cold operating room, with nurses and a doctor in masks told mt to hop on the table. a needle went in to my arm, ,y legs hoisted up and then the was just black. I woke after what seemed like ages, in pain, confused and frightened. I heard sobs, I felt myself shake and felt the arm of a fellow patient go round me. the sobs were coming from me. things are hazy after that. I remember peeing and nearly passing out in pain, my sisters some how getting me on the tube, being force-fed burgerking fries and coke, and then being woken up at my home town. but the worst part of all was my daddy picking me up and the look on his face. My mother had not told him what had been going on , that his baby girl was pregnant and having a termination. But she had told him after we were safely on are way and it nearly killed him. I wad left broken, lost and it took me months to even begin to come to terms with what I did. My sister bee got me to go to the gp for help, and after therapy and time I got through it .

But even after what I went through and how much pain it put me through, I believe it was the right thing for me to do for me. I was too young , too nieve , and totally unprepared for that. I thought and still think that the needs to be more support and help offered . But the whole experience changed my out look from pro-life and pro-choice. I read and learnt about what abortion was like when it was not done professionally. The horror stories and deaths where heart breaking sickening.

So my fellow Irish peeps, please think hard about this referendum . abortion is some that will happen whether legal or illegal . It should not be seen as a shameful act , it should not be hidden away and it is not a sin. No woman should have to go through with it and have to travel 100’s of miles or risk death to have one. So I ask you to all vote to change the law and save lives!

Hugs,

Pixie x x x x

Tattooed Heart.

Do I like tattoos? Umm, well yes, yes, I do! No, I don’t like them, I love them. I should really confess here, before I go any farther to being what the Boss Man calls a tattoo addict. I Love how they look on other people, on me and I see them as one of the most beautiful forms of artwork that the is. I grew up in a very strict Irish catholic / Russian orthodox culture, where the word tattoo was a dirty word and a taboo. I guess that kind of fuelled my love of them!
From a very early age (5 or 6) they fascinated me. I can remember being sat on my great uncle Tony’s knee and quizzing him about the pictures on his arms. He had been in the mechation navy in WW2 and it seemed he got a new one every port he was every in. he would sit and tell the story of each one. As I grew older I saw another side to men with tattoos. I have ridden motor bikes from the age of 4 (I think). doing trials ridding and then motor cross. This is where I started to see them as art work and not just ink on skin. When I hit my teens, I didn’t get crushes on boy band types, no it was bikers I wanted. Over the years I was increasingly attracted to strong men, who wore their ink with pride. My first proper boyfriend was in the RAF and had military tattoos and I think that is what got my attention. Fast forward to now and I find myself married to a heavily tattooed, bearded, muscled biker of my own! Who I will add sits and tells me the story behind all his ink!
I also adore them on women. The is something about some well place ink that I think and feel is highly erotic. Most of the ladies I know who have been under the needle have tattoos that show strength and courage. They are stunning and dark, yet still manage to be feminine and soft at the same time. I also love the small, understated tattoo, that show the slightest hint of a daring wild side. The whole Pin up look, but with tattoos is a look that I find appealing and something I aspire to!
Now as for my own ink, well I have a lot of it. I have 35 of them. they start with a feather behind my right ear and end with the word ohana on the inside of my left ankle. They all have a deep and special meaning. The ones on my back are sort of badges of hunger. the one under my boobs have been redone and covered over, now caring a message to how ever gets to see, that this girl has survived domestic abuse. The ones on my hips are evidence of my misspent youth and my love for my Irish roots. They ones on my left leg show that even after being broken and left with scares something beautiful can come. The cladder on my left leg was done after I married the boss man. He has the same one on his left pec, next to the word ohana.
As for getting tattoos, well that is something I can’t get enough of. It’s kind of like I get to be an artist canvas. I have only ever been tattooed by 4 people and 80 % of that work was done by one person, who I now class as a dear friend. Then for me the is the act of have the tattoo done. Now I love some sorts of pain and it turns out tattooing is right up there with a good old spanking for this girl. The guy who does most of mine has a light airy studio, he lets you sit and stroke his dog buba to keep you calm and always make sure you are relaxed. Then he cleans your skin, applies the design and then he starts, and that is when magic begins. Slow and steady, with the right amount of stinging, burning and the tingle. at first, I tense up a little first and then I slowly relax in to it and focus on my breathing.as the clam settles in to my bones, I can let my mind wander and then the is just the sweet pain. It is kind of like going into subspace and its blissful for me. when it ends I get a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit and then I float home on my happy little clouds of endorphins! I have a lot more planed.
And to end, my favoured of my tattoos, well that is the one on the inside of my right wrist. It is an arrow and above it read Warr;or. It was done the day I was discharged from hospital, after a 3 month stay due to a botched attempt at taking my life. It is my reminder to not give up, to keep fighting and never forget that I am worth so much more alive than dead.

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hugs,

Pixie x x x x

Wicked Wednesday.

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Question time with the girls….and Team Kinkcraft!

Well this week for question time with me and the girls is not one but two awesome kinksters! None other than the awesome Andrew and Pixie from the fab Kinkcraft .  Not only do they make , sell and teach people to make awesome kinky toys. They also design and make some of the best plus sized latex I have ever seen! Add to this their awesome Podcast , that is informative and current . So go forth and give them a listen or have a look at their site! (I am getting the linked cuffs kit for my birthday!) want to say a hue thanks to them both for doing this! here is their Question time!

 

Question time with the girls …. And Team Kink Craft!
Describe yourself in 10 words? (Babe)
Andrew: calm, geeky, intelligent patient, funny
Pixie: Short, opinionated, sarcastic, caring, huggable

What do you do for fun away from your everyday life? (Kitten)
One of the most fun things we do is getting out and meeting the bloggers we work with and talk to on twitter. They are an amazing bunch and they are always such a laugh to be with.

Which 5 books have made the biggest impact on you and why? (Mouse)
This is really hard to answer. We both love books but it is hard to narrow it down to books that have had an impact.

 

If you didn’t have to sleep, what would you do with your spare time? (little bear)
What is sleep and what is spare time?

What are your top 5 pet peeves about society today? (all)
Donny J – Our name for President Trump
The general intolerance of others (Racism, Homophobia, Nazis, etc)
Rudeness – It comes in so many forms from the people on the street, to companies who just don’t seem to care about their customers
Celebrity culture – It is hard to idolise people who seem to have done no good in the world.
Government posturing – There seems to be a lack of care for governments own people at the moment, it’s depressing.

What is the worst job you have ever had and why? (little bear)
Andrew: Working in a shoe shop – playing around all day with people’s feet have put me off them forever.
Pixie: Putting tickets in numerical order – It was the most mind numbing job I have ever done.. I left after a single day and never went back.

What is your kinky skill set? (mouse)
Making kinky toys

What is your idea of a perfect day? (Kitten)
Andrew: Staying in bed till well after midday
Pixie: Good food, good wine, good company

What 5 things could you not live without and why? (Babe)
Internet – You don’t want to see Pixie without the Internet
Chocolate – A world without chocolate isn’t worth living in
Friends – Because good people are hard to find
Sense of humor – because without that what do we have?
Books – I listen to a lot of books about so many things

Tell us how Kink craft came to life? (ALL)
It was a crazy idea I had been thinking about, why can’t people make their own toys? On the whole they are not that hard to do so why aren’t people making their own?

It just so happened Pixie had the skills to make that possible so we thought why not give it a shot.

Silly Questions from little bear (feel free to not answer them)
What do you prefer ice-cream wise?
Andrew: Mint-choc-chip
Pixie: Mainly chocolate but I like to mix it up now and then
Grilled cheese sandwich or bacon sandwich?
Andrew: Bacon sandwich with brown sauce of course
Pixie: Grilled cheese
What is your normal bed time?
Andrew: about 2am most days
Pixie: about the same
What is the best time of day for sex?
Any time
Heals, kitten heals or ballet pumps?
Andrew: None of them do my legs any justice 😛
Pixie: Heels to give me height

Thanks again guys!

Hugs,

Pixie x x x x

Getting social!

Good evening Kinkies!

Just a little Pixie up-date! I now have a Fetlife account! I can be found here – Pixie Heart Blog. Still getting used to it but , doing ok-ish! So Come be my friend!

I’m also on twitter – https://twitter.com/PixieHeartblog

Also on facebook – https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100017854029220

So come find me and be social with me!

Hugs,

Pixie x x x x

Ps – got a whish list too! https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/registry/wishlist/1PW44SWLT5CKA/ref=cm_wl_list_o_1?