Pixie Grrl, who is a Lady of a Punk persuasion.
Posted By Earl William on December 27, 2009
This morning, whilst waiting for my man to bring my Breakfast to the study, I chanced upon a wanton young Jezebel by the name of Pixie Grrl.
I was particularly engrossed with her firm, lithe frame and small milky-white Boobs, which reminded me of a particularly tantalizing young Lady I whom I knew during my time at Cambridge, who was like Pixie Grrl also a Punk (whatever that means) and therefore (she claims) had no respect for my Breeding whatsoever. I began to daydream how I would lure her to the special room at Mansbury House I have reserved for such libertine Harlots, and how she would rudely touch me in her coarse working-Class ways.
I was so aroused that I had no choice but to burnish my Candle-Stick, as it were, there and then in front of the Computer. My man arrived and set down the Tea at the exact moment of release, causing it to land unhappily in the Tea-Cup. He was unhappy when I instructed him to fetch a new one – but when he saw Miss Pixie on the screen, he became suddenly sympathetic to my plight.




