𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶

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　Annalynn, (slim body, long brunette hair, same as previous woman from dreams. Is this maybe a succubi?). Conversation at some sort of small round table with a couple of chairs. I hold her hand and interlace my fingers into hers. She pretends to act as if “fake-shocked” at my brazenness. ⁣

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　She unlaces our hands and continues the conversation. (I wish I could remember what we talked about). I reach out and gently grasp her hand and lean forward and down to kiss the back of her hand. Again she acts as if I must be brave, to be so bold with her, but she doesn’t pull away. I use my other hand to gently trace patterns across her arm with my finger, while still holding her hand. ⁣

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[~ 𝑃𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑅𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟: ~]

 

𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚/𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛, 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑟-𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑: 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ‘𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 & 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡’ 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ. 𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒. 𝑂𝑟, 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑑.