St. Patrick's Day
This little Irish Fae spent the day honoring her ancestors with food and mead... the snakes that St. Patrick didn't run out. We played in
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I’m the faceless fantasy you’ll never shake off. Sometimes playful, occasionally witchy, and often oh-so-demanding. I don’t beg. I don’t ask. I expect. And if you’re lucky enough to be here, you already know your purpose: to spoil your kitten. You'll pay to hear my purrs of satisfaction. You'll give to hear my giggles of greed. You'll leave with the taste of me haunting your memories, and summoning you back over and over again.
I’m the faceless fantasy you’ll never shake off. Sometimes playful, occasionally witchy, and often oh-so-demanding. I don’t beg. I don’t ask. I expect. And if you’re lucky enough to be here, you already know your purpose: to spoil your kitten. You'll pay to hear my purrs of satisfaction. You'll give to hear my giggles of greed. You'll leave with the taste of me haunting your memories, and summoning you back over and over again.
This little Irish Fae spent the day honoring her ancestors with food and mead... the snakes that St. Patrick didn't run out. We played in
... Read more