Stories are my lifeline. Each line would build a whole world inside my head, of tradgedies and romance, gods in their glowing, silk robes, and majestic creatures soaring through the sky. I would always find myself drinking in saccharine words like I would devour melted, golden honey.
My imagination would often run free within a boundless space where limits are broken and absolute freedom is my right; my very own oasis.Stories are my saving grace. I adore reading them and I carefully weave them myself. I've immersed myself in every genre that exists out there. From the classics to the contemporary, from fantasy to thrillers, from fiction to biographies. If I were to be completely honest, that's the only thing I could boast about and be proud of.
What I never expected however, is a single genre to ever escape my perception. A single genre I've never explored, a single genre I would never, in my wildest dreams, expect to exist.
A whole new universe, a whole new adventure awaits me but frankly, I'm not keen on delving into this particular genre. What is it, you ask?
Erotica.
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erotica | p.j.m.
Fanfictionin which a girl learns about erotica for the first time through a mischievous boy. "What I never expected however, is a single genre to ever escape my perception. A whole new universe, a whole new adventure awaits me but frankly, I'm not keen on del...