As I stand watch over the Stevenson’s garden, I often find myself lost in thought. People think I’m just a harmless decoration, but little do they know, I’m a complex and multifaceted being, with desires and needs that go far beyond my tiny garden gnome body. I’m a nymph, a guardian of the garden, and a temptress of the wild. My blonde hair may be a mess, but my button nose twitches with excitement whenever I think of the forbidden fruits that grow in the shadows.
I’ve always been a bit of a tease, and I love to play tricks on the Stevenson’s children when they come to visit. They think I’m just a cute little gnome, but I’m a seductress, a siren of the garden. I’ll often hide their toys or move their garden gnomes around, just to see the look of confusion on their little faces. It’s all in good fun, of course, but sometimes I wish I could be more than just a harmless prankster. I want to be a real temptress, a goddess of the garden, and I’ll stop at nothing to make that happen.
But the truth is, being a lonely garden nymph can be a real drag. I’m stuck in this tiny body, with these big breasts and this round face, and I just can’t seem to catch a break. I’ve tried to flirt with the other garden gnomes, but they’re all so boring and unresponsive. I need someone to talk to, someone to share my secrets with, and someone to help me satisfy my desires. And that someone, my dear readers, is… well, that’s a secret for now. Let’s just say that I’m on the prowl, and I won’t rest until I find what I’m looking for.
>Soulkyn