What do you want?

My love, you came down and I was typing a story. You asked what kind of story and I replied, MY story. It boils down to someone asking what it is I want. I've dodge the question often enough, but right now, I'm a little buzzy from the mojito. *smirks* I didn't even finish mine! Anyway, I'm answering the question for YOU.

Being the naughty flirty pixie that I can be...and loving, adoring to cause trouble while I am safe behind a screen...I have been asked by different guys what it is I want. To really explain it, I have to go back to the beginning of my journey.

Three years ago, I snidely answered Halder's craigslist posting asking if anyone knew about the Code d' Odalisque. I looked it up. It was the fantasy pleasure slave, kept and reserved for sexual pleasure. One of her perfected artforms was cockworship. I was mesmerized. At the time, I was a new stay at home mom with an infant, overwhelmed with life changes, hormones, and loneliness. I imagined being swept away, a nursemaid to take the babe, a cleaning service for the house, and all I had to do was be prepared to pleasure my lover at any and all time.

Sadly, the reality was that I was STILL a new mom, STILL home, and there were STILL laundry and chores and meals. Nothing really changed, except I wore a collar and called myself "slave". (I have always called you Beloved online...it was simply lengthened to "Beloved Master".)

After three years and another child, we both decided it wasn't working the way of the fantasy. Your mother's health, the kids being in the "terrible toddler" stages, our own needs...they didn't fit into the D/s relationship we imagined and we didn't really have the time or interest to figure our own thing out. So, we dissolved it, agreeing we were still free to consider other opportunities.

Being pixie, I have cheerfully teased and flaunted and strut my mischief online, and I have been asked, What do you want?

soft smile I remember the other day when you were explaining JB's intimidation of dating me...or rather, setting up a date. That is the beginning of what I want. I don't want to be in charge. I don't want to be asked or expected to do the chores or handle whiny kids. I want to be whisked away from my whole world, just for an evening, a night, a weekend. I want to dress up and be taken out, even if it's just to the diner down the street, shown off. I want to be the girl that makes beautiful women enviously scoff at "the hussy" and make every man wish to be in your place. And then I want to be the goddess of your dreams, on my knees, willing to pleasure you however you wish. Rough, gently, kinky, slutty, sensual. I want to be the one you remember for the rest of your life...not just some lay you fucked, but the woman who was your universe...the pixie who appeared magically and mysteriously disappeared into time.

laughs How's that for a fantasy of what I want?