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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“Fuck! Those God damn dogs are barking again!”

Every morning at 6:45 am the neighbor’s dogs yell like the hounds of hell searching for a victim. Sitting straight up in bed, Gypsy covered her ears for the millionth time this month. Until a month ago she could sleep until 8, but the day that damn moving truck showed up everything changed.

Edging her body to the side of the bed, she grabbed a soft pink robe on an oversized Queen Anne chair. It was time to confront the problem, or at the least, yell at the mutt so the owner could hear her anger. It was still dark out for Christ’s sakes. Shuffling through the hall, the moment Gypsy opened the back door she screamed at the top of her lungs, but the last of her words stuck tight in her throat.

“Shut the fu…..”

Across the yard there stood what had to be a 6ft 5-inch male with no more clothing on than the day he was born. Stark naked, his body that of a Greek God, the man turned to the sound of the voice. He never even tried to hide it. Holding a coffee cup to his lips, peering over the brim of the cup, Gypsy could see the amusement on his eyes. Was he fucking smiling? God dammit, that man shook her to her core. Sure, she had seen plenty of naked men, but this one ripped her soul apart without even touching her body.

“Sorry about the noise. Rosco is just saying good morning to the neighborhood,” laughed the male.

Not once did this man even attempt to cover himself. His cock hanging, he didn’t even blink at being caught naked outdoors. Her mouth gaped open only seemed to amuse the man more. His laughter a booming chuckle, he turned to the door and disappeared inside along with the dog.

“What the fuck was that?” Gypsy asked.

She stood there for a moment or two before walking back into her own house, but now she couldn’t unsee it. His perfectly chiseled chest, tight abs, and well, that cock. God damn, if that was soft, she couldn’t even imagine it in an erect state. She had seen a few cocks in her days, but well, that one was impressive.

“How dare that man come outside like that. I could call the cops for indecent exposure,” she laughed.

Instead, she pushed the button on the coffee maker and honestly thought about a cold shower. Her cheeks warm, she placed a hand on one, shivering from the contrast of her hand and face. She was sure he saw her expression. His laughter when he left was downright cocky. Tapping her fingers on the tile counter, hoping to make the old pot drip faster. She had a Kerig on the other side, but there was something about that drip and gurgle of the old machine. Plus, it was seasoned with layers of past pots of that black gold.

A cup poured, she brought the steamy liquid to her lips, shivering the moment her eyes closed. All Gypsy could think about was that man standing there with coffee in his hand and his dick hanging long and proud. He had gotten into her head, and she needed to remove him as quick as he came.

“Alright, enough. Cold shower. Now!” she laughed.

A cold shower was needed, but Gypsy was someone who couldn’t even touch the cold water without her skin aching. Turning the shower on scalding hot, she dropped the robe and walked into the falling lava hot water. That might not take the edge off the anger she felt, but it would shock her system back to some normalcy.

Leaning her head against the shower wall, her hand slid down her belly, not stopping until she reached the soft skin above her pelvis. A sudden flicker of electricity flowed through her entire body, causing a moan to escape. Breathing deep, Gypsy pulled her hand back, pouring a liberal amount of soap in the palm of her hand. A bright floral fragrance filled the shower as the bubbles built in her hand. Biting down on her bottom lip, she slid her fingers down, massaging over her swollen mound. The only thing in her mind was that man. God damn that naked man.

Cupping her pussy, Gypsy curled her little finger, parting her swollen lips. Starting at her tight opening, she slowly moved upwards. How could that stranger get so deep in her head that she found herself masturbating to his image?

“Fuck,” she purred.

Tapping two fingers against her clit, Gypsy felt her own heartbeat beneath the tiny swollen nub. She was soaking wet and not just from the soap on her fingers. Slowly closing her eyes, one hand on the shower wall, she rubbed small sudsy circles around that bundle of nerves. She would need to steady herself or fall to the shower floor in a warm puddle of unforgiving lust.

Imagining that her fingers were that stranger, she pushed three of them in her tight entrance, stretching the tight pink rim. It hurt, but the pain was worth it all. She wanted him to stuff her full of that hard cock and not stop until his seed was buried deep inside her throbbing cunt. At this point it wasn’t a beautiful little pussy, but a carnivorous demanding cunt. Never in her life had she felt this way. Gypsy prided herself on her control, but that was flowing down the drain along with all her self-respect.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged.

In and out her fingers stretched her tiny walls, each thrust bringing her closer to orgasm. She never came quick, but this time the blinding wave of fury rupture her entire being. She was cumming, and it was hard enough to drop her to her knees. God damn, that man burned a vision deep inside of her soul.

DING DONG

Scrambling to her feet, she balanced herself for a moment before grabbing her robe and wrapping it tightly around her. It was 7 am, and unless it was an emergency no one should be ringing her bell!

“What!” she growled, pulling the door open wide.

Standing in front of her was the very same man that had just made her cum. Wearing a pair of shorts and t-shirt, the man knew the moment she opened the door what he had done. That shitty smirk on his face said it all.

“Hey, just wanted to apologize. Are you okay?” he asked.

Nodding her wet head, Gypsy stood in the doorway with sin written all over her face. Her cheeks flushed; she grabbed the door jamb to steady herself before speaking.

“Yes. No worries, just please,” she begged, breathless, “Wear some clothes next time.”

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