I've always had a fascination with faeries. You know, faeries: an ethereal female race of tiny nature spirits, able to manifest themselves in physical bodies at will. Mischievous, magic, breathtakingly beautiful, and other-worldly are the sexy little winged ladies, the official caretakers and guardians of Mother Nature. Their consciousness is not as ours however, being creatures of nature, and though an over-simplification, perhaps the closest human term to describe them would be 'insane' to varying degrees.
Some similar species include: sprites, nymphs, elves, gnomes, and a myriad other so-called 'mythical' folk of legend. But they are not myths, none of them. I've lived personally close to them my whole life. True, I've been an exception, and I consider myself lucky, for they usually remain hidden from mortal eyes. But I cannot doubt what I've seen and know. Neither could you, if you'd met one.
I've grown very close to one faerie in particular and she's become a very special part of my life. I see her on a fairly regular basis even now. Her name's 'Pee.' I'll share the story with you so that you too may perhaps come to believe that faeries exist.
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When I'd be out picking blueberries in the forest as a young boy, I'd sometimes fancy I saw a tiny, pretty, winged, thimble-sized girl sitting among the blueberry bushes, but she'd always disappear before I could speak to her. And when I'd take out my little penis to go pee in the bushes, she'd be there sometimes, smiling and watching me. Sometimes I fancied I could hear her tiny laughter. She would sometimes flitter away like a dragonfly and disappear in a little burst of sparkles, or simply vanish like a moment.
As I got older and read some Irish folklore and folklore from many other countries, I came across legends of a race of sprites called 'faeries,' which I figured her to be one of. I'd continue to see her from time to time, usually in natural settings like gardens and forests, but sometimes she'd appear to me right in my bedroom. I remember the first time she spoke to me like it was yesterday...
I'd just turned eighteen and my grandparents were letting me stay at their cottage. It was wintertime and I was the only one there; my girlfriend was back at home. I was asleep on the soft cushions of the long wooden couch, the embers of a roaring fire I'd had earlier in the fireplace slowly dying.
That was when I awoke to see a faintly glowing shape about the size of a baseball zipping around the room in the silent darkness. At once I knew it had to be her! I smiled and felt suddenly wide awake.
Sure enough, the glowing shape neared me and came to rest on the floor in front of the couch; it was her, the faerie! And how beautiful she was! ...not so unlike Disney's animated Tinker Bell of 1953, in a general soft of way. She was a glowing neon-yellow color, about the size of a baseball, completely nude, and had a slender, hour-glass-figure and ethereal-looking dragonfly wings. You might say she looked like one of those sexy little Japanese hentai figurines (only she was alive!) She was smiling brightly, her eyes like tiny stars, her elfin ears long and pointy. Her ethereal neon-yellow hair was straight, long and done up in two cute pony tails on either side of her head. Her legs were long (proportionately) and slender, her breasts enormous for her tiny size.
It was then that she spoke her first word to me. In fact, 'spoke' is not the right word exactly, for her voice was also in my mind where I heard her say in the most beautiful, girlish voice I'd ever heard, like dewdrops sparkling on blades of grass in the morning, 'Hello!!'
I was stunned, overjoyed! 'Hi!' I replied in a whisper. My response seemed to excite her as much as hearing her speak had excited me, and as butterflies did flips in my stomach, she literally began to fly about, momentarily doing flips in the air, and laughing, before sitting back down on the floor.
'My name is 'Pee'!' she told me, her words inside my mind, as well as heard by my ears.
'I'm Mike! I've seen you before... Pee!'
'Yes, I know! I've been around you since you were just a fat little baby in a cradle!' she laughed.
'What... are you? Are you a faerie?'
'Yes, that's right! Yes! Yes! Yes!' she laughed, and I laughed with her.
'So your name, Pee, is that like, what does that mean?' I asked amused at her unusual sort of sexy name.
'It means like, Peeeeeeeeee!' and she flew spiraling up into the air with her legs apart... peeing! Her pee was like little yellow sparkles, which never actually landed on the floor. We both laughed!
'My name is really (something unintelligible to me, like birdsongs and the flowing of little streams) but you can call me Pee; lucky you!'
Pee laughed a lot, which made me laugh too. We chatted together for several hours like old friends re-discovering each other. It was the thrill of my life! It felt like I was on acid, and she was so sexy I couldn't help but become completely smitten with her... and horny.
'I am naked- faeries always prefer to be naked- but you are wearing those silly, ugly clothes!' she said at one point. 'I want to see what you look like naked too, Mike! Come be naked with me!!'
By that time, I'd come to feel strangely comfortable with, so I barely hesitated before stripping down to the nude. My cock hung already slightly hard between my legs.
'It's taller than me!!!' Pee teased sexily, pointing straight at my naked dick and stamping her tiny feet repeatedly.
'Now, you can get a good look at my little vagina,' she said, and flew up to my face in a flash.
She hovered in front of my eyes like a hummingbird and spread her tiny legs wide open, knees bent, for me to inspect her smooth little pussy. It was (tiny, but) so fucking hot!! Her beautiful, cute little, totally hairless pussy was glowing neon-yellow (like the rest of her) and upon close inspection, I could see that it was seeping the tiniest little drop of something wet: faerie pussy-juice! (or perhaps it was just pee...) Her tiny little faerie cunt was glistening not ten inches from my wide-open, staring eyes. And her (proportionately) huge little boobs were simply gorgeous! My cock had meanwhile grown raging-hard because of this whole magical-flying-faerie pussy-splaying-in-my-face thing, and my breathing was getting heavy.
Pee hovered lower and we kissed, her tiny mouth against my larger one. I was in love! And I nearly came at the mere touch of her lips...
Then she asked me to lie down on the floor, which of course I did. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as she hugged the tree trunk of my hard cock in her arms and kissed it. Pre cum popped out of its tip like a dewdrop and glistened there.
Then she hovered like a bumblebee, and added her legs to her embrace of my dick, like she was hanging onto a tree. She giggled and smiled as she squeezed the shaft and gently bounced herself up and down ever so slightly, her tiny wet pussy sliding just barely perceptibly to my dick, up and down my cock. It was surreal, magic, wonderful, and hot as fuck! I couldn't believe what was happening! What the fuck was happening??? Was I dreaming? Despite my skepticism, I was pretty sure it was real!
'That feels awesome, Pee!' I told her softly, to which she just giggled and bounced even faster up and down holding my dick in her tiny little arms and legs...
Then, her whole body seemed to ooze a sort of lubricant as she moved, and it just felt better and better on my cock as she got more and more slippery.
