The old man's stories were true...
Her honey eyes... That captivating look... Her beautiful and sensual body...
We always believed that he invented them, that his encounters were the ravings of an old mind, stories that only served to fulfill his mission of amusing us, frightening us, spending just a joyful moment by the campfire. We never took him seriously, not even the day he said goodbye to us and started walking through the dense forest.
Now I see how wrong I was... I'm looking at her with my own eyes...
She is standing there, as if the world belongs to her, resting her beautiful little feet on the wood of the old bridge, showing all her attributes, letting the breeze ruffle her beautiful hair...
She's there... looking at me, whispering words, waiting for me to do something... to come closer.
She smiles at me and lowers his gaze shyly...
My heart races... my body... burns.
His stories were true, the Forest Nymph is real, and I want to run away with her to the trees, to the bottom of the lake and become one with her body.
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Muse, model: @meixime ❤
Short story by me 😉