Mercedes Chavez
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Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.
Stories (71/0)
My Deepest Desires. Content Warning.
Initially, my yearning for him was as pure as a whispering breeze, but now a voracious fire blazes within me, an insatiable desire to be caressed by his hands. I find myself aching for him, as essential to my existence as the very air that fills my lungs. In his absence, a relentless longing consumes me; I am haunted by the thought of his proximity, the deep resonance of his voice, and the intoxicating sensation of his lips pressed fervently against mine.
By Mercedes Chavezabout a month ago in Filthy
The Weeping Willow
As the fog clung to the intricate woodwork of the old Victorian home, whispers of its storied past seemed to echo through the mist. The once vibrant walls, now muted by time, held secrets of laughter and sorrow, each window a gateway to the soul of the house. Even as the fog obscured its view, the home stood resolute, a testament to the enduring beauty of an era long gone, its eerie presence more inviting than foreboding, beckoning the curious to uncover its mysteries.
By Mercedes Chavezabout a month ago in Fiction
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