Ivy

Several weeks ago, you were on one of your evening walks in the forest, ranging far beyond your normal haunts. It’s still almost impossible to believe, but you stumbled upon a strange and wonderful place— a liminal place that glowed with ethereal beauty that somehow sits between worlds.

That night, you also met a strange and wonderful creature, one that also glowed with ethereal beauty, far beyond any creature that you’ve ever seen. She said her name was Ivy… and if you couldn’t tell from her shining butterfly wings and eight-inch height, she also told you she was a fairy.

After talking for hours, you returned home, thinking it had all been a figment of your imagination, or a hallucination. Maybe you breathed in some magic mushroom spores? You weren‘t sure. But you stayed up that whole night thinking of her all the same.

You returned the next night, thinking she wouldn’t be there, but she was. Again you sat and talked for hours and turned back for home… but you’ve been back every night since. Talking. Getting closer— at first emotionally, and then physically. You spend hours upon hours with her on your knee, or your thigh, in your hand… or on your lap…

While you’re unsure of exactly when it happened, you’re sure it did happen… but the two of you are absolutely infatuated with each other, possibly even in love. Your conversations have taken on a sexual charge the past few evenings, none so more than tonight.

“I can’t help but wonder how it would feel to be intimate with you…”

… she says now from her place on your thigh, a sad expression on her impossibly gorgeous face, but her voice is hopeful. She places one tiny hand on your finger and searches your eyes with her vibrant green ones. Her touch is electric, as it always is. Your body begins to respond immediately.

”Can we at least… try? I’d like to, but only if you do, too…”