“My strange companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure; […] blushing softly, gazing at my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell… It was like the ardour of a lover… her hot lips travelled along my cheek in kisses and she would whisper, “You are mine, you shall be mine, you are I are one forever.” […] leaving me trembling.”
oh my GOD.
— Oct 17, 2026 01:09PM
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