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Halloween Edition – Drunk On Lust

admin — Tue, 17 Oct 2023 13:12:41 +0000

I never thought I would do something like this, but I’m desperate. Since grade school, I’ve had a crush on one man, and though he loves me, it’s only as a friend. My feelings are anything but platonic. If he knew I had my first solo sexual experience thinking of him, would he desire me, or hate me?

Walking through the streets of New Orleans with my best friend, Hayden, this was supposed to be a quick getaway for us. Both of us love to explore cemeteries, and well, the Big Easy has some of the best. My little secret was one that I needed to do on my own. A specialty shop in town claims to have the right potion to put a spell on the one you love and make him return the feelings. The moment I read that in an advertisement, I knew I had to try it. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Plus, I’m desperate. Hayden told me he likes some girl we work with, and the pang of jealousy is intense.

“Hayden, how about you head back to the room while I grab up something for my mom? I know you hate shopping, and I promised her a gift.” I said, by lashes batting at him.

Hayden looked disgusted at my attempt to flirt. That poor boy was clueless about the things I would do to get him.

“Yeah, but stop doing that shit with your eyes. You look like you’re having a stroke,” Hayden said as he walked back to the hotel room.

As I slipped into a little shop, the most famous one in New Orleans, my skin prickled with fear and intrigue. The smell of the place an aphrodisiac. I couldn’t help but touch everything. Bright packages with mysterious ingredients, I am sure they were there for the tourists to find. Oddly enough, I felt more at home inside of that shop than I did in my own skin. Maybe there is a little bit of magic in the air tonight, or I’m just as crazy as everyone else and bought into the lure of the unknown.

“Can I help you?” said the saleswoman.

Looking over, I admired her immediately. She dressed in all black, her long raven hair cascading in curls to frame what had to be the most beautiful face that I have ever seen. She was stunning.

“Oh Uhm, I was looking for something, well, I don’t know to be honest. I want someone to want me, and I read that you have things like that?” I whispered, almost ashamed.

The woman reached out, took my hand, and led me to the corner of the shop. On the table in front of me, she had one of those bowls with the grinder inside. Dumping a little of this, and a lot of that, she smiled and hummed the entire time. I was scared to say a word and break her concentration, but something inside me wanted to know what each ingredient was. As she crushed the contents, I knew some things are better unsaid. The potion being one of them.

“This is very powerful. Only a pinch is needed, and you can place it in food or drink. Please be warned, if you use this, I am not responsible for the outcome,” said the saleswoman as she handed it to me. “No charge, use this with a good heart, and you shall see positive results.

Hours later, with a beer in Hayden’s hand and a glass of wine in mine, I watched as he drank the amber fluid, almost too fast. I wondered if he could taste it?

“You look nice tonight?” Hayden said,

Looking around, I pointed to myself, shocked, but the smile gave away my happiness. Was it working? Or was this just fate? “Thank you. Are you ill?” laughing nervously. My confidence around other men is excellent. Why not Hayden?

As Hayden leaned in, his lips resting on the shell of my ear, he whispered what I had waited a lifetime to hear. “I want to taste you, all of you,” he said. His breath on my lobe sent shivers up and down my spine. Never in my entire life as anyone made me almost cum by words alone.

I took no chances after he confessed that sin. Sitting our drinks on the table, I pulled him closer to the bed, laying back to allow him what he wanted. I spread my legs, and my skirt inched up slightly to allow him the view of his New Orleans dinner.

No sooner had I closed my eyes did I feel his mouth brushing up my thighs in feather touches. God damn, I knew this was a dream. Don’t be a fucking dream; it was all I could pray. His lips to mine, I squealed the moment he kissed me in the most intimate way possible. Hayden wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me forward to allow his mouth to devour the honey that seeped from between my sealed lips. Growling against my pussy, he pulled up with a devilish smirk, giving me a hint of things to come.

“Did you think you needed to put a spell on me? I’ve wanted you since the day we met,” Hayden laughed.

I couldn’t stop from cumming, my pussy covering him with my secret potion made just for him.

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Halloween and the legend of witches

Gypsy — Mon, 02 Oct 2023 11:52:11 +0000

This is just a little creative writing to set off the month of October. (RatedPG)

Do witches exist? Some say yes, and others are too scared to admit that they know the truth. Yes, they do exist, but not in the way most people think. They don’t ride brooms and steal children out of their homes. This little story will take you back to the days when they burned anyone for being different. I don’t condone this, but I understand what mass hysteria can do after living through this pandemic.

Screams through the night as the fog filled the cobblestone grounds with a blanket of doom. Doors slammed shut, the lights turned down low, the night was always the most feared time of day. For the past week, four women had gone missing from their beds. Not a trace of their existence left behind. It was as they never were. Husbands without a wife, children without a mother, and yet, not one ever saw anything. Whispers in the air were that a witch was responsible. She was building a coven, and the local women were recruited to do the work of Satan. Well, that’s what the men of this missing girls forced themselves to believe.

“BROOKE,” he screamed.

The husband of a local housewife gone missing hours earlier. This week, his wife, the 5th woman, vanish, her clothing, phone, and wedding ring left behind. Every husband refused to believe that these tortured housewives would give up a dream and walk out on them. It had to be the work of witches being this close to Halloween.

The newspapers, airways, and even word of mouth fell silent as the days went by, but when the kidnapping stopped, they all breathed a sigh of relief. No more wives missing, nor children orphaned, but what happened to the women of that small Midwestern town?

In a small clearing in the woods, the truth would come out. These women all left on their own accord, all of them tired of the men who trained them to be the perfect wife. They cooked, cleaned, and submitted to sex that they hated. Why? Because that’s what society says a good wife does. She is subservient to her husband and children. All were giving up their identity the day a ring on their finger castrated their hopes and dreams. If she spoke, she was irrational, crazed, or god forbid, she was a witch. Yes, that’s what happened. The Devil was now inside of her, and the only way to rid the world of free-thinking women was to stone or burn them alive. If they silenced their tongues, the others would fear speaking out against society’s norm on women.

“You are all charged with witchcraft!” said the judge.

“Guilty of having a mind of your own, using your tongue to teach other women your acts of disobedience. I sentence you all to death by burning,” he added, his lips curling to the smirk of the Devil.

As they tied them to the stakes, brush placed under their feet. A husband holding a torch stood in front of his wife, begging her to give up her voice.

As smug as he was, she used the last words of her life to bring down the misogynistic men who held them in silence.

“Burn us, but you will never take away our minds. We are as human as you are, and though we might not look as you do, we carry the power behind us that will take down a country. You’ve asked us to give up our names on our wedding day, our right to make the same wage as a man, and now, our voice. I would rather die for my sisters than lie to the man who entrapped me. So if you feel the need to keep women quiet, burn us, because if you don’t, one day, I will show the world that without women, you are nothing.”

The fire burned, the soot filling the air from the flesh of the women who refused to allow their tongues to be silenced. Stand up for what you believe in and never allow the world to tell you that you are unimportant. They may burn one of us, but they won’t take us all.

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The Scary Season Is Upon Us

admin — Tue, 05 Sep 2023 13:40:36 +0000

“How the hell did I end up here?”

Gypsy , 31, had a death wish of sorts. A lover of all things spooky, when she found the flyer at her work for a tour of cemeteries, she was instantly excited. So much so that her nipples strained against the silk blouse she wore. Placing her arm over the front of her shirt, it was too late.

“So you going to that?” Bob asked. Bob was the office hound. He would fuck anything that let him and had many times over. Most of the girls in the office stayed as far away from him as they could. The only good thing about Bob was that his dick was always hard. If you needed a quick relief, he was the one guy you wished never had a big mouth after you fucked. Gypsy knew better after her friend Sasha was on the receiving end of one of his wild office sex stories. Sure, she did it but never realized that he would tell everyone, including her boss. After a write-up, lecture, and a blow job, she kept her job.

Holding tight to the paper, Gypsy shook her head, knowing she was already excited about the spooky night in the cemetery. Salem had some of the nicest ones, and yet, all of them claimed to hold the bodies of burned witches and other creatures or the night. The few times she ventured into one, it was daylight, and she was never alone. According to the flyer, each person was to walk in alone, and they would wait five minutes before the next.

“I can’t wait. I love this kind of stuff. Well, I got to go. Sorry Bob, but I need to work,” Gypsy said, walking away quickly.

The following Friday, standing at the gate of the most notorious cemetery in Salem, Massachusetts’s, Gypsy waited with the crowd for the attraction to open. Small talk back and forth, the one person she noticed missing was Bob, the office horn dog. She was sure he would show up but hoped she was long gone before he was. Seeing that man after hours wasn’t anything she wanted.

“Gypsy, you’re next. Remember to stay on the path, follow the signs, and oh yeah, don’t believe anything you see. The ghost’s come here to make you lose your mind,” he laughed. The man was none other than the CEO of the company she worked for and a well-known practical joker. For a man in his 40’s, he loved to play little mind-twisting games.

“HAHA, I will make sure to bring one back to work with me next week,” she said, her lashes batting at the affluent male. He was a catch, and she wanted to be the cat to lure him closer.

As she stood at the open gate looking down at herself, Gypsy was glad that she wore a simple pair of jeans, a red hoodie, and her favorite pair of running shoes. If she needed to outrun the spirit world, at least, she was dressed for it.

The old burying point, otherwise known as the charter street cemetery, was the haunt location. As Gypsy walked down the pebble path, she noticed the age of the graves the first time. Back then, they believed in marking the graves with sizeable above ground stones. Most of them in perfect shape. There was the very few with small crumbling age spots. Most of these people were buried back when you did not forget the dead.

“Gypsy,” called the wind.

Stopping, the young woman looked around, her body covering with chills. The place was finally starting to get to her. Twenty minutes in, she had never felt so alone in her entire life.

“Hello? Whose out there? This isn’t funny,” she whispered,” shaking, she wrapped her arms around herself.

Rusting from behind one of the oldest graves in the place sent Gypsy in a tailspin as she took no chances, running into an ancient mausoleum on a small hill. Stopping at the door, her heels digging into the earth, the last thing she wanted was to make that first step inside. Phantom, heavy breathing behind her, opened the door and forced her inside the small brick building.

Pushing her body back into a small alcove, the shadow of whoever called to her filled the entire opening to the room.

“Gypsy, come out and play with me,” called the voice.

That was the first time she realized who it was. Her boss and CEO had followed her through the cemetery to scare her. No wonder he was the one at the gate.

Sliding out of the hole she was tucked away in, Gypsy couldn’t help but laugh the moment she saw a man standing in a wolf mask, his hands reached out for her.

“Oh, has the giant nasty wolf monster chased the little girl into the darkroom? Are those teeth going to eat me?” she taunted.

Pulling her forward, that man in the mask groped at her clothing, ripping her pants down in a rushed manner. He took her red silk panties along for the ride.

“Oh fuck, are you going to devour me now, Mr. Wolfie?” Gypsy asked.

As he pushed her to the ground, the monster looked down with a sinister growl. Pulling his zipper down, pulling out the biggest cock she had ever seen, he took no time to crawl between her legs. He was not only going to fuck her, but he was soiling hallowed ground. One thrust, and he forced that monster dick inside of her dripping pussy, slamming balls deep inside the young woman. His grunts animalistic, he pounded through her slippery wet pussy walls with a force that inched her towards one to the crypts, bracing her body so she couldn’t escape. Not that she was trying to go anywhere. Fucking her boss was something she always wanted.

“Oh fuck, god damn, fuck me harder, wolfman,” she cried.

As he pulled back to the head each time, the monster slammed deeper into her puffy lips, stretching them open to mold to his dick. He was insane with lust, and she wanted nothing more than to cum all over his cock before someone found them.

Deep grunts, the monster forced his way in, both of them crying out in a painful cry of lust. Anyone walking by would think it was sound effects for the scary event.

Both of them shaking, the monster in the wolf mask pulled back, pulling his pants up before standing over the cum soaked woman. With an evil cackle of laughter, he pulled the mask off, tossing it onto the well-used woman on the ground.

“You wouldn’t fuck me in the office, but now I know your kink. Scare the shit out of you, and your panties come off,” Bob said, walking out with a new story to tell the office on Monday morning.

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