Mythical — A 100-Word Challenge
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Jul 18, 2023
I have an imaginary lover. A mythical man who visits me in the dead of night. I have never seen his face, but I have felt the heat of his body as he climbs in beside me and whispers filthy thoughts into my head.
“Touch yourself for me, little one. You know you want to. Make yourself wet so I can slide inside and give you what you need.”
His hot breath dances across the shell of my ear like an enchanting melody, as my hand draws furious circles on my aching clit, bringing me to release. As I sink into oblivion he drifts away like smoke, and I am left alone and empty once more.
