>>323478>Secret gardenah shit, here we go again…
You probably won't believe me, but this really happened
When I was 13, I used to go to the house of one of my mother’s friends. It was outside the city in a less developed area that felt like the countryside. They had a large open yard, and I used to play here with my mother’s friend’s daughter, who was around 10-11 years old.
>First met with the not typical little succubi bitch daughterWhen I first met her, I thought she was going to be your typical frigid succubi, a slut glued to her phone and social media and plastic succubus bitch behaviour. She had a cold, resting-bitch face, a total contemptuous look on her face. I didn’t pay her much attention at first and just wanted to get out of there quickly. In the end, it turned out she wasn’t like the people I knew from school, nobody in that family was actually like that. They were very kind, and when we visited them even though they didn’t know us too much they always tried to treat us to food or gifts, even though they weren't millionaires or anything like that just working-class people, My mother used to bring gifts and food too so i see them kinda similar.
>How was?Being there was like being 6 years old again. We didn’t use the internet, tv, computer or phones, we just played like kids with a lot of toys, do rol-play or chatted.
Time passed slowly, and every single time it was incredibly fun and chill because it was like we were role-playing in fantasy again, It was as if that part of childhood I never had was right there. just like when we were
kids and I always wanted to go back.
I’d go once or twice a month, and one month I even went every weekend.
It was my escape from the bullshit and assholes of high school, and I'd even say it motivated me to improve my grades.
I won’t deny that I ended up growing fond of the place, the family and the little succubus.
The little succubus used to be alone because she lived far away from others, although sometimes I met some of her friends who lived a little farther away and are in same way kind like her to me (not the typical assholes of my school)
>What you did here?If you want to know what we used to do, we played tennis and
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