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…. 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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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?

letter from Maîtriser.

So I have wanted to share this part of are life  for a very long time, but it is only now that Maîtriser agreed to me sharing we you all. I am a girl who loves letters, both writing , receiving and reading them. It is a way that myself, maîtriser and the girls have kept in touch over the years, before i joined the family . It is now a way that we talk to each other  when is something that we have needed to really think about. For Maîtriser it is a way to show how he feels and talk to us one on one. For Maîtriser and i it is are way of being soppy and loving , without everyone knowing! 

The is something about the written word that really moves me on a lot levels . It can calm my mind, insist my curiosity and excite me. I think it is one of the things that made me full in love with maîtriser, the way he has with words blows me away every day!

So I am sharing a letter he sent me a few months back, after I had a melt down and was being vile. I had taken on way to much work, was trying to be more than I needed to be and refusing  to ask for help. he left this by my the bed so I had it as soon as I woke up. (please bear in mind that I have translated this from French to English.)

Dearest little mouse,

Well what can I say little one you have done it again! I don’t know how one girl can get herself in to such a tizzy and that much trouble in the space of 3 days, but you some have done again! You know I have put rules in place for a reason, that I want to keep you safe and from harm, and that everything I do is done with love. It not only hurts yourself, but me as well, when continually put yourself down. You trust me and have excepted my guidance, yet you still don’t believe that you are worthy of being loved by people. Am I stupid or do you think you are beneath me? No , mouse you’re not. You’re my equal, my partner in crime and my special little one, who I adore.
You must understand that I am doing this so you see that you are worthy of being loved, so you can be all that you can and so you can stop these destructive thought and behaviour patterns. Unlike some punishments, I take no pleasure in doing this my love. This hurts me as much as it does you.
So, you know exactly what your transgressions are, I will list them, but keep in mind this not an attack, but is just me stepping in to look after my girl, ok sweetness?
• You put yourself down 17 times in 3 days.
• Your spoke with your mother, without myself or babe being with you.
• You allowed your sister to belittle you in church, by saying ‘oh she’s just a housewife’
• You refused to allow kitten to offer you comfort when she offered you a hug.
• You clean on Friday for 5 hours, instead of the 2 hours we had agreed
• You spoke in a raised and disrespectful way to your Aunt May and your friend Emit.
• You refused to eat dinner with the rest of the family on Friday and Saturday night.
• You ‘Forgot’ to ask for and take anxiety medication, when you needed it
• You went out and did not take your phone.
• You did not talk to me or babe when you were having a hard time.
• You were grumpy with little bear this morning and did not say sorry to her.
• You did not ask for help when you needed it.
It pains me to do this , but as punishment you are losing you free time for the next 2 weeks. You will be expected to let Babe or I know where you are at all times. As well I will be setting you a few goals that I want you to finish to a level that will make me happy and proud. We will be spending time as a family at home and at the open mic nights at the britaina, with the aim of getting you to relax and enjoy yourself. Billie will be coming 4 times a week for your English class instead of 2. also, you are to allow Kitten or little bear to help with your classes and admin. You are to give all 3 of the girl’s extra chores around the house. You are not to see your sisters, brother in-laws or nieces or nephews without me or to agree to Baby sit without asking me first. you are to shower with me every evening, your bedtime for the next 2 weeks is 10pm and you are not allowed out of bed in the morning 6.30 am. I want you to keep a food diary every day, do you pulse ox, peak flow and bs level 4 times a day. You will also be doing 4 training sessions with Steve, yoga every morning and swimming with me twice a week. You are to up your mindfulness exercises to 4 times a day as well. I will review this at the end of the 2 weeks.
Know that I only do this out of love little one, it is for your own good. You can’t see it, but you are suffering from trying to do too much for too many people. The is no shame in asking for help when you are struggling or for breaking down a little when things get too much. You do not need to be all things to all people. For now, I want you to take care of yourself, do as you are told and to make me proud, that is it, do you understand?
I will see you this evening little one,
All my love,
maîtriser X

Well hope you enjoyed it,

Hugs,

Pixie x x x x

Beaulac Family update – Team Pixie.

So I did post my diary this and won’t next week as it has a lot of stuff in it about stuff we have going on with in are little family unit that the girls want to keep hush-hush. So I have orders to post a family up date. So here we go!

Maîtriser / Boss Man – Well the French man has been working hard as always, but has also been looking after us all tip-top! He has been cooking dinners and breakfast that are to die for. He was amazing when I was stuck in the hospital and came in every night to have dinner with me. He also had a night out with the boys , that he took babe with him. So he came home earlier than we thought, did not drink and he even when and got us all happy meals. (I got fries, fruit and a wrap with salad and spicy mayo, that was lush and also carrot sticks!!) . He has also blown me out the water by saying that he is going to work from home on Thursdays starting in the new year. This means I can leave the little ones with him and go back to my creative writing class. Love you froggy x

Babe – Well what can I say about babe , well as always she is my hero , crush and sexiest woman alive! Work is going much better for her , now that she is working for herself. She has now got a Brand new Hyundai I10 so she can zip round and not have to worry about need to find a huge parking space that she would with the family car! she has also been think about looking at doing one day a week at the local hospital cutting and styling wigs for cancer patients in memory of her sister. She did however end up getting a spanking for being late home and not ring to say she would be late! 20 on each check!

Kitten – we had need to celebrate this week with kitten, she has finally reached her goal weight and gained 5 extra lbs on top of it! work is going well and she is far more relaxed, although I keep distracting her!(but she is cute and yummy). She has been a good little Kitten and has kept up going to her therapy sessions each week, with the help and support of my Aunty May! Kitten also came up with an idea that her and I could set up a little etsy store , selling the Dog collars and bits we make for my dogs and the rescues I work  with. Thinking of calling it Cat and Mouse designs!

Little Bear – My clever little girl is now a fully fledge vet nurse! So we had to have a party for that! while I was in hospital she did most of the cooking and very proudly sent me pics of everything she cooked. She has officially adopted My great-uncle Fred as her granddad and I think she is now his fav none blood granddaughter! He has been giving her cooking lessons too! She did manage to knock a crown out , remembered we keep a kit to fix broken teeth, tried to fix her’s and cermnted herself to the kitchen table!

Mouse / Pixie – Well I’m out of hospital , for now! It was a good job went , if I’m truthful I was bloody frightened this time round. My lips went blue and I was really struggling. I wish this was a one-off , but my chest and lung damage are a daily worry to me, but I’m not letting rule my life! The babies are doing great , but raspberry seems to like laying along my sciatic nerves and that hurts like buggery! So got just over 5 weeks till D-day, how did that get here that quickly! This weekend is nursery prep time! Babe is putting furniture together , kitten and little bear are painting and I get to make it look pretty! I have decided that I’m going to go back to my writing class in the new year, cos I really miss it and it is kind of self-care thing. I am also going back to teaching on a Monday night and even though I’m on leave , I have been planning some course ideas and writing pitches for them. I have also somehow managed to get 7 dogs qualified for crufts in flyball , agility and rally! so I will be shattered after crufts next year!

Well that’s us! How are you all going and what are you up to?

Hugs,

Pixie

Question time with the girls ….. and Chinadoll320.

So uo this week on question time with the girls is the Epic Chinadoll320 a young , newbie sub, who is blogging about all things BDSM and D/s. Great blog and great writing! So here it is , hope you enjoy as much as we did!

Question time with the girls……. With ChinaDoll320.
1. What sort of Submissive are you? Slave, sub, baby girl, little, pet? (babe) I’m definitely a sub with some little and slave thrown in. It kind of depends on my mood at the time.
2. What are you studying at college and why did you choose that? (kitten) I’m studying English Lit because I love to read and decided it might as well count as homework if I was going to do it anyway. I also just love stories, so there’s that, too.
3. Do you have any nicknames and what if so what is the story behind? (mouse) I’ve never actually had that many nicknames. My mom is the one who first called me her China Doll. If only she knew that it was now my kinky, BDSM username. I had a few friends call me Z, and one called me Zar (pronounced like “Tsar”) even though he knew it irked me.
4. What are you top 5 celebrity crushes? (little bear) Hm. They change based on what I’ve been watching recently. In no particular order: Dominic Sherwood, Toby Regbo, Will Tudor (can you tell I have a thing for blonde, British boys?), Gerard Butler, and Michael Fassbender. Just writing that has made me realize I have a lot more celebrity crushes than I thought I did.
5. Where do you see yourself in 5 years from now? (all) Hopefully making a living off the things I love most: writing, freelance editing and website design.
6. Who has had the biggest impact on your outlook on life and why? (babe) My mom. She’s super caring, a strong, independent woman, and is the one who taught me that differences make us beautiful and is not a thing to be fear or to hate.
7. What sports do you do and what would you like to do? (kitten) I danced for many years but kind of fell out of it due to scheduling. I would like to get back to swimming (ear infections be damned). I would also like to return to archery, but I don’t know of any places around where I live (at school or at home) where I could do that.
8. What are you top 5 kinks and why? (Mouse) Spanking (even the idea never fails to make me wet), bondage (giving up my mobility and being at the mercy of my Dom turns me on so much), orgasm control (I can’t say how sexy I think this is), sexual availability (servicing my Dom whenever he wants? Yes, please), and odaxelagnia (sexual arousal from biting or being bitten—it’s just so primal, I love it).
9. What super hero would you be? Wonder Woman, hands down. She is a fighter when she needs to be, is good at negotiation, stands for peace and justice, and is all around amazing.
10. What are your pet peeves about yourself? I can be very judgemental and that bothers me, especially when I turn it on myself—it’s not good. Related to that is my perfectionism. I don’t like my sometimes impatience or impulsivity.
Silly questions from Little Bear (feel free not to answer them)
Where is the treasure hidden? In Neverland.
What is you favoured mythical beast? Dragon. They’re fierce and amazing protectors, symbols of China, bad enemies to have, and hot as hell in shifter romances.
Pink, purple or glitter? Why not all? If I had to pick just one, purple.
Best sweetie ever? Cotton candy (or candy floss).
Where is your favourite place to hang out with friends? I love going to movies with my friends and then chatting with them after as we walk or have dinner, so it’s not one specific place, but a favorite pastime with friends.

Hugs,

Pixie x x x x