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Imaginary Friend?

Shadow_Goddess10o

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Shadow_Goddess10o

angel friend ghost imaginary life

I wanted to share my experience with my imaginary friend. I would like you to tell me if this is my imagination or a ghost. I'm go to start from when I was six years old, up until twenty. Don't judge me okay.Alle Rechte vorbehalten

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The Darkest Temptation ✔️

Mature Content Warning I rest both my hands against the table. "I'll go on another date with you, if you tell me one thing about yourself that no one else knows." He's silent for a long moment, pondering my offer. Eventually he quirks his fingers at me. "Lean closer." Bracing myself against the table, I lean over it toward him, noting every detail about his face as I get closer. Every hair, every freckle. His beautiful is unimaginable. His breath warms my skin, dancing over my ear as I dip my head toward him. Will he kiss me, and make good on my sinful thoughts? His voice is like an erotic caress as he murmurs in my ear, "I'm a murderer." *** She cannot escape him. On a blind-date, she unknowingly meets the most dangerous man to exist, and falls into his world of darkness and desire as both his mate, and his worst enemy.