benefit of not aging is perpetual youth, it’s certainly not done out of vanity. You feel young, but must work hard to maintain your youth. Apparently, she was thirty-five when she perfected the ritual. Saffron proved that perpetual youth is possible, but that the work of staying young multiplies if done alone.
According to the oldest member of my coven, staying young is a full-time job when you’re a solitary witch. It’s all you do. There’s no time for anything else, which kind of defeats the purpose of studying witchcraft. That’s why she eventually created a coven to help share the load. That way we all tend to the quicksilver pool.
My understanding of the pool is that it can be filled, it can even be made to overflow, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. It’s always looking for ways to escape the reservoir, trickling out through invisible cracks. That’s why the Maiden, Mother, and Crone work so well as a coven. The Maiden gathers. The Mother contains. And the Crone weaves.
Siphoning the lust of men is the easiest way to fill a quicksilver pool. Siphoning your own lust works as well, but with weaker results. There are other methods, of course, like blood sacrifice, ritual performances, and seasonal offerings, but those aren’t my specialty.
Candice and Saffron groomed me for another purpose, namely seduction. They chose me because I’m attractive to many types of men, and natural enough at spellcasting that they could teach me as time went along.
That was a lifetime ago.
I was born during the Year of the Fire Dog, right after World War II. To hear my parents tell the story, I was conceived the night the war ended. Thanks for that image, Mom and Dad.
That being said, my body doesn’t look a day over eighteen. I’ve been with Candice and Saffron for fifty years now, but there’s no sign of aging on me whatsoever.
I actually started to dress more conservatively in recent years to account for my targeted tastes. There are always men willing to sleep with an eighteen-year-old, but I grew tired of those lovers. I grew more interested in maturity after a while, men who could put a woman’s pleasure before their own, at least for a little while.
I also like a man who takes what he wants from my body and doesn’t give a damn about my needs. It’s their lust I want, after all, so balance in all things.
Mason understands that about me and does both. When he gives, he does so wholeheartedly, expecting nothing in return. When he takes, it’s voracious.
I like to think his desire for me has nothing to do with the seductive bag of tricks that I’ve used for decades. Mason surprised me, after all, before I had a chance to ply those skills on him. He met me when my guard was at the absolute lowest point it had ever been, when I was the most vulnerable. A painter.
Which is to say, Mason saw me for who I really am.
Candice and Saffron maintained me at my prime, a bountifully curvaceous weapon of youthful lust, but I’m actually a sixty-nine-year-old woman. A sixty-nine-year-old woman who has painted her whole life. That’s the real reason I can even hold a torch to the classical masters.
Mason came upon me while I was doing exactly that. I thought he might become a pleasant distraction at first, but I was wrong. There’s nothing distracting about Mason. He’s all consuming.
There’s so much more at play between him and I now. So much more commonality than I suspected there would be, and much of it is unspoken. Not everything, as we recently discovered, but that only means we’ve already endured a little adversity together. We’ve become a stronger as a couple because of our separation.
Mason wanted to share his secret with me shortly after we first had sex. He warned me about his dark side. His wolf. I didn’t know what he was talking about at the time, so I resisted the secret. The urge to share everything.
Now I understand what he must have been feeling at the time. The only difference is
According to the oldest member of my coven, staying young is a full-time job when you’re a solitary witch. It’s all you do. There’s no time for anything else, which kind of defeats the purpose of studying witchcraft. That’s why she eventually created a coven to help share the load. That way we all tend to the quicksilver pool.
My understanding of the pool is that it can be filled, it can even be made to overflow, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. It’s always looking for ways to escape the reservoir, trickling out through invisible cracks. That’s why the Maiden, Mother, and Crone work so well as a coven. The Maiden gathers. The Mother contains. And the Crone weaves.
Siphoning the lust of men is the easiest way to fill a quicksilver pool. Siphoning your own lust works as well, but with weaker results. There are other methods, of course, like blood sacrifice, ritual performances, and seasonal offerings, but those aren’t my specialty.
Candice and Saffron groomed me for another purpose, namely seduction. They chose me because I’m attractive to many types of men, and natural enough at spellcasting that they could teach me as time went along.
That was a lifetime ago.
I was born during the Year of the Fire Dog, right after World War II. To hear my parents tell the story, I was conceived the night the war ended. Thanks for that image, Mom and Dad.
That being said, my body doesn’t look a day over eighteen. I’ve been with Candice and Saffron for fifty years now, but there’s no sign of aging on me whatsoever.
I actually started to dress more conservatively in recent years to account for my targeted tastes. There are always men willing to sleep with an eighteen-year-old, but I grew tired of those lovers. I grew more interested in maturity after a while, men who could put a woman’s pleasure before their own, at least for a little while.
I also like a man who takes what he wants from my body and doesn’t give a damn about my needs. It’s their lust I want, after all, so balance in all things.
Mason understands that about me and does both. When he gives, he does so wholeheartedly, expecting nothing in return. When he takes, it’s voracious.
I like to think his desire for me has nothing to do with the seductive bag of tricks that I’ve used for decades. Mason surprised me, after all, before I had a chance to ply those skills on him. He met me when my guard was at the absolute lowest point it had ever been, when I was the most vulnerable. A painter.
Which is to say, Mason saw me for who I really am.
Candice and Saffron maintained me at my prime, a bountifully curvaceous weapon of youthful lust, but I’m actually a sixty-nine-year-old woman. A sixty-nine-year-old woman who has painted her whole life. That’s the real reason I can even hold a torch to the classical masters.
Mason came upon me while I was doing exactly that. I thought he might become a pleasant distraction at first, but I was wrong. There’s nothing distracting about Mason. He’s all consuming.
There’s so much more at play between him and I now. So much more commonality than I suspected there would be, and much of it is unspoken. Not everything, as we recently discovered, but that only means we’ve already endured a little adversity together. We’ve become a stronger as a couple because of our separation.
Mason wanted to share his secret with me shortly after we first had sex. He warned me about his dark side. His wolf. I didn’t know what he was talking about at the time, so I resisted the secret. The urge to share everything.
Now I understand what he must have been feeling at the time. The only difference is
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