
When I was a little girl, my grandfather (on my Irish mother's side) used to tell me there were leprechauns living amongst his peas, carrots, peppers, shamrocks and countless varietals of lettuce in his impeccably looking garden. I believed him. Afterall, he was my favorite grandparent. I really never stopped believing. According to my grandfather's description of these garden elves, they were bright, grasshopper green, standing 3" tall and I should be careful, because leprechauns are full of mischief; much like my grandfather. I never actually saw any leprechauns in his garden, or anywhere else for that matter, but to this day, I still like believing they were really there.
Recently, I've been invited to participate in an
erotic project that is centered around sex and fairies. Fairies: tiny, high-pitch sounding, fast moving, fluttery winged, sparkly, Tinker Bell-type pranksters that live somewhere between Never, Never Land and reality. I'm very excited about the project, but to be honest, I was a little skeptical, because I'm not really a fairy person. And then I thought of my grandfather's garden leprechauns: small, green garden creatures full of piss and vinegar, and I realized, Neve, leprechans are an awful lot like fairies. Yo!
In light of St. Patrick's Day, which is just around the corner and my late grandfather's garden leprechuans, I'm choosing to believe in fairies too.
Stay tuned for more sexy adventures from Loli, the fairy above.
Has anyone seen my pot my gold?
Neve Black