Submissive female seeking connection with dominant male

Your eyes blink so fast... "Where...?"

"This is a space. We exist. We breath. Just not here. All things are possible. Here. Where are we?" I shrug.

"It isn't important. We can talk, we can dream. What we do here" another shrug. "It does not matter in what we consider 'real'." A look of confusion and I sigh.

"Tell me a story. Tell me of something you wrote but didn't publish. Paint the scene, fill the canvas of our dream with your words. Then I'll return the favor."
 
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