Otherworldly

Otherworldly

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"What's so interesting by the pond? You're not meeting up with any mythical creatures, are you?", Agnes's mother jokingly asked one night, as they were doing the dishes. "Actually, yeah, I am", she replied. "Yeah? What kind of mythical creatures?" Agnes, an aspiring rock n roll guitarist, singer, and songwriter has grown up with a wild, creative imagination like no other. To cope with her rough childhood, she always turned to fantasy, and daydreaming. At 18, she still hasn't grown out of it. To deal with her depression, and anxiety, Agnes used to take long walks in nature, specifically outside in back by her pond, where she imagined a whole fantasy realm that conjured up just for her. One night, Agnes thinks and speaks it into existence, and the next time she goes for a walk out back by the pond, she gets trapped in the beautiful realm that she created. It's so beautiful, enchanting, and she has the most charming, lovely man of her dreams. Will Agnes ever come back home?
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[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

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