I'd Travel To Hell For You
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MatureOngoing1h 2m
Last published Sat, Jun 24, 2023
I felt myself slipping away into an unknown world. Yes a world, a world different from the one we live in. But the feeling this world provided was like no other and I welcomed it as a fish would welcome water.
I soon realized it wasn't the world that made me feel this way, it was what dwells there.
A man soon came into view in the foggy white world.
He reached out. His hand begging to touch me. Just as my body was begging for his touch.
He was so close, my body burned waiting for his fingertips to brush my skin, if only just a little.
He was so close.
But then he was gone.
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