legs. Something about the
seemed to glow luminescent when she talked about this wizard and I’d heard
certain rumblings about a dark master with sexual powers to rival my own but
until not it was nothing more than coven gossip.
“We were in
Boston in the 90s. I’d been growing bored with the exclusively non-magical life
I was living and decided to go a pub by the water I’d heard sported some pretty
strange regulars at all hours of the day. I ran into him there I suppose if I
believed in coincidences I’d chalk it up to that but deep in my heart I knew
he’d sought me out because I needed what he had to give.”
“Where exactly?”
I tried to get control over the growing heat and wetness that had me squirming
in my seat but it was difficult.
“I’m told he
likes dingy pubs in the Northeast. Like I said, I found him Boston.”
“Ok that’s the
where, spill the rest.” I demanded.
“It started out
pretty tame, except of course for all the other witches and wizards determined
he make them his quarry. He is very selective and I don’t like competition so I
drank up and grabbed right ahold of him and apparated up right into my living
room. I was a nice little trick I picked up in France when I was an exchange
student at the American Academy of Magical Arts. Took him back to my place.”
“Was he
pissed?” I asked, my mouth gaping wide at her outrageous misuse of magic in
public.
“He might have
been, if not for the good natured determination I had displayed back in the
pub.”
“So does a guy
like that just get down to business?”
“Fuck yes he
does.”
“So what
happened?”I groaned and clenched my thighs together as a jolt of desire stung
me from the inside out.
“Well, I’ve had
my pussy eaten before, but never like that. It was as though his tongue were
forked. He moved it so precisely. And I don’t know how he did it but he
actually managed find my g-spot before he fucked me, which, holy Hell, let me
tell you was amazing. He’d got this neat little trick where he’d go super deep me
before slowly withdrawing to rub his tip of his cock against my clit. The guy
actually had me begging on my hands and knees to take it up the ass.
“‘Fuck me!’ I
shouted .I felt warmth in my panties and my nose filled with the fresh scent of
euphoria. I needed to hear the end of this story and quick before I had six
truckers trying take me up on the offer.
“Go on, but keep
it down.”
“Sorry.” I
whispered and tried to go back to just listening casually.
“Ok. When, I was
begging him to go up the back passage and then he spun my leg around, pressing
his body onto me and thrusting his cock somehow deeper into my cunt. The harder
I pressed my ass back against him, the harder he leaned into me and the harder
he fucked. Before I came, I swear I saw stars. He collapsed beside me leaving
puddles of hot come all over me. He told me he would put
it in this.” She
held up the vile again. “He said I might want to see it someday.”
“I guess he was
right.” I laughed and gestured at her open hand holding the vile on it.
“Yeah.”
“So listen, I
will keep in touch, but right now...” I looked around and could see the lust filling
far too many unwelcome eyes. “I gotta go. And I think you should too.”
*****
After my narrow
escape from the diner I departed to find Him. It’s been about seven years since
she told me the story and the only thing I’ve managed to learn is that some
wizards just do not want to be found.
I bounced around
from one Northeast harbor town or city to the next making my way up and down the
Eastern seaboard. There have been many close calls and long stays when I felt
my chances were better in one place over the next.
But now, I
found myself eating chili in a dingy pub in the Old Port of Portland, Maine,
talking to a middle aged wizard telling me all about his prostate problems. Somebody
poison me, please .
“It wasn’t long
after the doctor informed
seemed to glow luminescent when she talked about this wizard and I’d heard
certain rumblings about a dark master with sexual powers to rival my own but
until not it was nothing more than coven gossip.
“We were in
Boston in the 90s. I’d been growing bored with the exclusively non-magical life
I was living and decided to go a pub by the water I’d heard sported some pretty
strange regulars at all hours of the day. I ran into him there I suppose if I
believed in coincidences I’d chalk it up to that but deep in my heart I knew
he’d sought me out because I needed what he had to give.”
“Where exactly?”
I tried to get control over the growing heat and wetness that had me squirming
in my seat but it was difficult.
“I’m told he
likes dingy pubs in the Northeast. Like I said, I found him Boston.”
“Ok that’s the
where, spill the rest.” I demanded.
“It started out
pretty tame, except of course for all the other witches and wizards determined
he make them his quarry. He is very selective and I don’t like competition so I
drank up and grabbed right ahold of him and apparated up right into my living
room. I was a nice little trick I picked up in France when I was an exchange
student at the American Academy of Magical Arts. Took him back to my place.”
“Was he
pissed?” I asked, my mouth gaping wide at her outrageous misuse of magic in
public.
“He might have
been, if not for the good natured determination I had displayed back in the
pub.”
“So does a guy
like that just get down to business?”
“Fuck yes he
does.”
“So what
happened?”I groaned and clenched my thighs together as a jolt of desire stung
me from the inside out.
“Well, I’ve had
my pussy eaten before, but never like that. It was as though his tongue were
forked. He moved it so precisely. And I don’t know how he did it but he
actually managed find my g-spot before he fucked me, which, holy Hell, let me
tell you was amazing. He’d got this neat little trick where he’d go super deep me
before slowly withdrawing to rub his tip of his cock against my clit. The guy
actually had me begging on my hands and knees to take it up the ass.
“‘Fuck me!’ I
shouted .I felt warmth in my panties and my nose filled with the fresh scent of
euphoria. I needed to hear the end of this story and quick before I had six
truckers trying take me up on the offer.
“Go on, but keep
it down.”
“Sorry.” I
whispered and tried to go back to just listening casually.
“Ok. When, I was
begging him to go up the back passage and then he spun my leg around, pressing
his body onto me and thrusting his cock somehow deeper into my cunt. The harder
I pressed my ass back against him, the harder he leaned into me and the harder
he fucked. Before I came, I swear I saw stars. He collapsed beside me leaving
puddles of hot come all over me. He told me he would put
it in this.” She
held up the vile again. “He said I might want to see it someday.”
“I guess he was
right.” I laughed and gestured at her open hand holding the vile on it.
“Yeah.”
“So listen, I
will keep in touch, but right now...” I looked around and could see the lust filling
far too many unwelcome eyes. “I gotta go. And I think you should too.”
*****
After my narrow
escape from the diner I departed to find Him. It’s been about seven years since
she told me the story and the only thing I’ve managed to learn is that some
wizards just do not want to be found.
I bounced around
from one Northeast harbor town or city to the next making my way up and down the
Eastern seaboard. There have been many close calls and long stays when I felt
my chances were better in one place over the next.
But now, I
found myself eating chili in a dingy pub in the Old Port of Portland, Maine,
talking to a middle aged wizard telling me all about his prostate problems. Somebody
poison me, please .
“It wasn’t long
after the doctor informed
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