Mistriss_Isis
His Pet
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Lilith was a writer, as far back as she could remember she had written. Poems, stories, songs everything. She was going on a deadline, her second book was due at the publisher in two days. The main character Micheal went on adventures saved damsels in distress. The second book became more gaphic, Micheal coupling with his damsel saved in the last book.
Lilith's hand moved absent mindedly across a blank page, sketching a picture of Micheal and looking at it. "If only you were real.." she saighed and upon crumpling her drawing she went back to writing. She hadnt slept for two days, trying to make the deadline and it took its toll.
"His hands slid down her body, the world coming together as they did, all thoughts were gone only thoughts of each other...."
her pen slid from her grip as her head rested on the page. Within seconds she was gone.
Lilith's hand moved absent mindedly across a blank page, sketching a picture of Micheal and looking at it. "If only you were real.." she saighed and upon crumpling her drawing she went back to writing. She hadnt slept for two days, trying to make the deadline and it took its toll.
"His hands slid down her body, the world coming together as they did, all thoughts were gone only thoughts of each other...."
her pen slid from her grip as her head rested on the page. Within seconds she was gone.