Neotenic Nymph
@neotenicnymph
Joined June 2026
Garden Route, South Africa
My mother would often catch me day-dreaming, and would ask what I’m dreaming about. She’d laugh and assign me to chores, when I’d tell her I was calling my Love to me. I could never find the space to imagine him, so I’d journey to the shore or the forest to find him there, in serenity and silence. I never enjoyed socializing too much, and if I did go out it would be to extravagant events and special dinners, where the upper-class would throw caution to the wind and sneak away to private rooms, only to become oblivious to the fact others could hear them through thin walls. But that, too, became uninspiring for me, and I had no intention of becoming anyone’s dessert for just one night. I found deeper Love through the stories I wrote - and still write - of encounters with my significant other, in dimensions that go beyond this contemporary one. In my stories, I could be who I wanted and he could be what I wanted, or imagined him to be. To this day I continue to find him there, my soulmate in erotic adventures, across realms and forbidden lands, through trials and tribulations - even those I may still meet. I share my stories with you - maybe you, too, will choose to seek Love in all its forms because, in truth, there is no rulebook for Love; no boundaries, no guidelines, and no consequences when you’re honest about it. Although I am aging now, my cells and mind seem Neotentic, always remaining young and new. And my pen drafts prose like a Dragonfly dances on water, but each begins as a Nymph.
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