me I had a prostate problem, I began my own search
for Him. One of my friends had heard he liked smaller coastal cities on the
East Coast –the older the city the better. He likes to lie low, but likes pints
at seedy pubs.”
Suddenly my
chili wasn’t nearly as exciting was the geezer sitting next to me so I decided
to start paying attention. “I’m told a witch who hears three stories from His lovers will transcend time and space and arrive on his doorstep.”
“Well,” he
paused and shrugged his shoulders “that’s not how it worked for me. I was lucky
enough to find him.”
“Would you tell
me about it? You’ll make my second story. You know, in case the legends are
true. ”
“Sure, but you
need to buy me some drinks first. And you might need to earn it.” He smile was
more of a sad leer.
I appreciated
his complete lack of artlessness and was more than willing to make him feel euphoric
if he gave me the information I was looking for. “You’re on.” I turned to face
the barman and grazed my fingers cross his hand while I ordered. “Give us a
bottle of very old whiskey to go.” It was an unfair thing to do to the
poor man but since I was desperate and broke I decided to bend my own rule
about skin to skin contact with unsuspecting humans.
The moment we
left the pub and started on our way away from the harbor I felt a strong cold
sea breeze urging us faster up the hilly cobblestoned streets. It was a short
walk back to his place at breakneck speed with the wind pushing us every step
of the way until we met the door to his small brownstone.
Once securely
inside the house we he walked to the kitchen for glasses while I made myself
comfortable on the couch and admired the fire that came to a sudden blaze in
the fireplace. It was a nice bit of magic and I’d have to remember to ask him
about where he acquired his fire manipulations skills.
“Give me that
bottle and I’ll put some in glasses.” He said reaching for the bottle in my extended
hand. I placed the whisky on the small coffee table in front of me and sat
back. Eventually I’d have to touch him but I needed him to talk before I did
it.
He looked down
at me and smiled. “I see I’m not the only one with an affliction,” he mused.
“I’ve heard rumors about the witch who put a spell on her skin that drove
people to acts of unspeakable lust.” The wizard poured the amber colored liquid
into both glasses and waited patiently while I reached out and took mine. “It’s
said that her skin holds all the pleasures known to man.”
“Is it also said
that she learned too late that some spells cannot be broken.” I brought the
drink to my lips and tilted my head, emptying the glass in one shit so he could
fill it up again. “Please tell me the story.”
The wizard eyed
me carefully. I knew the thoughts that were running through my head and I
didn’t blame him. They were probably similar to the ones I’d had on lonely
nights when my feet ached from endless prowling in my quest to find the Master.
He sighed and
picked up his glass, “I’ve never been that comfortable talking about it, other
than to say I’ve never had to worry about my prostate failing again. But I
don’t want other people to know about the profound effect he had on my soul. I
doubt anyone would understand the power that the Master holds over people.” He
nodded and quickly downed the drink. “I met him at the same bar we just left.
He was sitting alone in a dark corner. I bought him a drink and he asked me to
sit down. I told him I heard he could cure my condition and quell any lingering
suspicions.”
“What
suspicions?” I interrupted.
“It’s not the
anal business. I came to terms with the prospects of another man penetrating my
ass before setting out to find Him. Only a man can know another so well and I’m
not afraid of that. In my youth I had a Domme who pegged me every night before
she went to bed and I loved it. What I was uncertain about was
for Him. One of my friends had heard he liked smaller coastal cities on the
East Coast –the older the city the better. He likes to lie low, but likes pints
at seedy pubs.”
Suddenly my
chili wasn’t nearly as exciting was the geezer sitting next to me so I decided
to start paying attention. “I’m told a witch who hears three stories from His lovers will transcend time and space and arrive on his doorstep.”
“Well,” he
paused and shrugged his shoulders “that’s not how it worked for me. I was lucky
enough to find him.”
“Would you tell
me about it? You’ll make my second story. You know, in case the legends are
true. ”
“Sure, but you
need to buy me some drinks first. And you might need to earn it.” He smile was
more of a sad leer.
I appreciated
his complete lack of artlessness and was more than willing to make him feel euphoric
if he gave me the information I was looking for. “You’re on.” I turned to face
the barman and grazed my fingers cross his hand while I ordered. “Give us a
bottle of very old whiskey to go.” It was an unfair thing to do to the
poor man but since I was desperate and broke I decided to bend my own rule
about skin to skin contact with unsuspecting humans.
The moment we
left the pub and started on our way away from the harbor I felt a strong cold
sea breeze urging us faster up the hilly cobblestoned streets. It was a short
walk back to his place at breakneck speed with the wind pushing us every step
of the way until we met the door to his small brownstone.
Once securely
inside the house we he walked to the kitchen for glasses while I made myself
comfortable on the couch and admired the fire that came to a sudden blaze in
the fireplace. It was a nice bit of magic and I’d have to remember to ask him
about where he acquired his fire manipulations skills.
“Give me that
bottle and I’ll put some in glasses.” He said reaching for the bottle in my extended
hand. I placed the whisky on the small coffee table in front of me and sat
back. Eventually I’d have to touch him but I needed him to talk before I did
it.
He looked down
at me and smiled. “I see I’m not the only one with an affliction,” he mused.
“I’ve heard rumors about the witch who put a spell on her skin that drove
people to acts of unspeakable lust.” The wizard poured the amber colored liquid
into both glasses and waited patiently while I reached out and took mine. “It’s
said that her skin holds all the pleasures known to man.”
“Is it also said
that she learned too late that some spells cannot be broken.” I brought the
drink to my lips and tilted my head, emptying the glass in one shit so he could
fill it up again. “Please tell me the story.”
The wizard eyed
me carefully. I knew the thoughts that were running through my head and I
didn’t blame him. They were probably similar to the ones I’d had on lonely
nights when my feet ached from endless prowling in my quest to find the Master.
He sighed and
picked up his glass, “I’ve never been that comfortable talking about it, other
than to say I’ve never had to worry about my prostate failing again. But I
don’t want other people to know about the profound effect he had on my soul. I
doubt anyone would understand the power that the Master holds over people.” He
nodded and quickly downed the drink. “I met him at the same bar we just left.
He was sitting alone in a dark corner. I bought him a drink and he asked me to
sit down. I told him I heard he could cure my condition and quell any lingering
suspicions.”
“What
suspicions?” I interrupted.
“It’s not the
anal business. I came to terms with the prospects of another man penetrating my
ass before setting out to find Him. Only a man can know another so well and I’m
not afraid of that. In my youth I had a Domme who pegged me every night before
she went to bed and I loved it. What I was uncertain about was
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