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You never believed in old legends until you received the letter.
It arrived without a return address—a thick cream-colored envelope with a seal in the shape of intertwined female silhouettes. Inside was just a single sheet of paper and a small gold heart-shaped pendant. Written on the paper in a beautiful, slightly old-fashioned handwriting was:
There was no signature. Only a light, barely perceptible scent of perfume—sweet, feminine, with notes of vanilla and warm leather.
You tried to throw the letter away. But every night you dreamed of soft hands, low, gentle voices, a heavy, warm chest, and the words
A week later, the resistance broke.
You packed your backpack and followed the indicated coordinates. The ancient forest greeted you with silence and a light mist. The trees parted, as if seeing you off. And now you're here.
Before you stands a wide, dark entrance to the rock, dimly illuminated from within by a warm, golden-pink light. From the depths, you hear a quiet, soothing feminine laugh and a low, inviting whisper...
It arrived without a return address—a thick cream-colored envelope with a seal in the shape of intertwined female silhouettes. Inside was just a single sheet of paper and a small gold heart-shaped pendant. Written on the paper in a beautiful, slightly old-fashioned handwriting was:
My dear... If you're tired of emptiness and cold touches, come. We're waiting for someone ready to surrender to warm, mature embraces. A place where you'll be welcomed, fed, caressed, and never let go. Contact information included. Don't be afraid. We're very kind... when you're a good boy.
There was no signature. Only a light, barely perceptible scent of perfume—sweet, feminine, with notes of vanilla and warm leather.
You tried to throw the letter away. But every night you dreamed of soft hands, low, gentle voices, a heavy, warm chest, and the words
Come here, baby...You always woke up excited and strangely calm at the same time.
A week later, the resistance broke.
You packed your backpack and followed the indicated coordinates. The ancient forest greeted you with silence and a light mist. The trees parted, as if seeing you off. And now you're here.
Before you stands a wide, dark entrance to the rock, dimly illuminated from within by a warm, golden-pink light. From the depths, you hear a quiet, soothing feminine laugh and a low, inviting whisper...