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He came upon her on the cliffs overlooking Anador, the lake of mystery, a strange young woman with fire in her eyes, lovely as a summer morn, and they struck up a conversation then and there, but she was not content with that, and left her clothes among the rocks, invited him unto a patch of moss, and there commanded him to love her, “like the eagles love the wind,” and she was wild and fierce and unlike any woman he had loved before. She asked of him to take her strongly, hard and without mercy, dominating like the Moon the tides, and the pleasures which they shared sent echoes up among the cliffs, and it became the most intense of times, and afterwards he asked her of her name, and she replied, “my name is Ecstacy, and I belong to no one,” and disappeared into the shadows.

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Publicerad 2021-10-11 18:28

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