DIVINA FANTASÍA

DIVINA FANTASÍA

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Resulta bastante sorprendente lo desconcertante que puede llegar a ser lo que llamamos "Destino". En cuanto menos lo esperas él ataca y puede convertirse en una pesadilla o quizá, en algunas ocasiones un sueño. Lascivia, asimilable a lujuria, se define como el apetito o deseo excesivo de placeres sexuales. ¿A qué llego con esto? Tiene increíble relación con mi vida. La historia de como todo mi alrededor dio un vuelco de 360 grados descomedidamente, donde a partir de una noche a través de una compleja pantalla, él y yo nos conocimos para luego, fortuitamente, condenarnos a ser esclavos, firmando la sentencia a ser prisioneros de una divina fantasía está aquí. PROHIBIDO EL PLAGIO, Sé original y creativo. Usa tu imaginación.
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Highest ranking #1 in utopia -•- "It's about how your hips move," the hand that sits on my waist finds my hip, his fingertips trailing lightly along the fabric of my skirt. "When you arch your spine," he continues on, letting that same hand migrate, his fingertips resting against that central dip of my back before running upwards with the most gentle firmness. I crane away from the touch which leaves sparking heat in its wake, only forcing me further into his chest. "It's about sexual euphoria." His travelling hand finds my neck, cupping it lightly. "What are you doing?" I ask him, hardly coherent. He leans down, once more letting his warm breath fan over the shell of my ear. "Making a move." He tells me plainly. My breath, in response, catches. "You are awfully bold." I find myself saying. "You don't get anywhere without confidence Allora." -•- Allora has known nothing but wealth and good fortune. Born into high levels, she's surrounded with maids and butlers, with expensive clothes and jewellery. Her world is one she enjoys. That is, until she meets a boy. An insatiable flirt with a charming smile and brazen attitude. Then, worlds collide. -•- Undergoing slow grammatical editing Some mature language and themes Sickly sweet & tragic (you've been warned)

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