straining with less dignity than he would have preferred. She watched, licking full lips with a hungry pink tongue.
It was all so vivid, as though the witch had transported him back in time. He could even smell his own humid semen as he filled the handkerchief, knowing that Darlene saw him watching her, knowing that she watched him come while she smiled and licked her lips and…
Suddenly it was as though someone had poured ice on his cock. He blinked hard and looked again. Surely he was wrong. Darlene’s exquisite tongue flicked over an angry dark canker disfiguring her upper lip.
Then he was racing down the hall toward the men’s room. He could feel it. He knew it was there. In the mirror, it glared back at him, a canker on his own lip, swollen and virulent. Even as he saw it, some part of him shouted in his head it wasn’t real. This wasn’t how it happened. Darlene was perfect!
He came to himself with a start, hand darting to his mouth, reassuring himself that it was free of blemish.
‘What did you do? What did you do to me?’ he gasped.
Still naked, Sally lay at his side, resting her head on her arm as she studied him. ‘I’ve done nothing but watch you. It’s your spell, not mine. What happened?’
‘Nothing. Nothing happened,’ he lied. ‘It was just so vivid.’
She offered him a tolerant smile. ‘Whatever didn’t happen didn’t do your hard-on any good.’
He looked down at his penis resting insignificantly against his balls and blushed. ‘It’s just disturbing, that’s all. I’ve never had magic done to me before.’
She chuckled softly. ‘A clarity spell is only a minor discomfort, Mick. A love spell is disturbing.’ She ran a hand down his belly, and his cock responded to her touch. ‘Do you want to continue?’
‘Of course I do.’
‘Then let’s do something about this.’ She cupped his balls and gave his rapidly expanding cock a stroke. She lowered her lips to his chest and wreathed his nipples with her warm tongue until they were bullet-hard, then she trailed kisses over his stomach to where the soft down below his navel joined his pubic curls. ‘This is sex magic,’ she whispered against his cock. ‘One has to be excited for sex magic to work. It’s another way of making those boundaries permeable.’ With that, she took him into her mouth clear up to his balls.
He caught his breath and arched against her. Jesus, was this a part of the spell? Could she really be making him feel so good? Whatever she was doing with her tongue, he never wanted her to stop. He curled his fingers in her hair, and noticed it was the same colour as the candle flames.
But just when he could have happily stayed in the tree house room with Sally Haddon, he heard her voice inside his head. ‘Find Darlene again. Observe her. See her clearly.’
Once again he was at work. He had come to the break room for coffee. Darlene and the heavy-set secretary from billing chatted at a corner table.
He felt like a teenager with a crush. His chest ached, his balls tightened. In his peripheral vision, there was a dark shadow over her upper lip, but as she looked up at him and smiled, he was relieved to see only her perfect kissable mouth.
She spoke softly to the other woman, but he heard every word, like she whispered it in his ear. ‘Ted’s cock’s big enough, but the man’s got no stamina and no imagination.’
The secretary chuckled. ‘You must really wear him out. He looks like the walking dead these days.’
Darlene shrugged. ‘Told you he has no stamina.’
Mick felt his ears burn with sympathy for Ted. He wondered why he didn’t remember any of this from before.
‘Oh Mick,’ Darlene called over her shoulder. His heart flip-flopped. He dribbled hot coffee across the top of his hand. ‘Some of us are going for drinks after work. Wanna join us?’
A dozen Abacus employees shared several pitchers of margaritas that evening. Darlene ignored Ted and flirted with Ben Taylor, the head of
It was all so vivid, as though the witch had transported him back in time. He could even smell his own humid semen as he filled the handkerchief, knowing that Darlene saw him watching her, knowing that she watched him come while she smiled and licked her lips and…
Suddenly it was as though someone had poured ice on his cock. He blinked hard and looked again. Surely he was wrong. Darlene’s exquisite tongue flicked over an angry dark canker disfiguring her upper lip.
Then he was racing down the hall toward the men’s room. He could feel it. He knew it was there. In the mirror, it glared back at him, a canker on his own lip, swollen and virulent. Even as he saw it, some part of him shouted in his head it wasn’t real. This wasn’t how it happened. Darlene was perfect!
He came to himself with a start, hand darting to his mouth, reassuring himself that it was free of blemish.
‘What did you do? What did you do to me?’ he gasped.
Still naked, Sally lay at his side, resting her head on her arm as she studied him. ‘I’ve done nothing but watch you. It’s your spell, not mine. What happened?’
‘Nothing. Nothing happened,’ he lied. ‘It was just so vivid.’
She offered him a tolerant smile. ‘Whatever didn’t happen didn’t do your hard-on any good.’
He looked down at his penis resting insignificantly against his balls and blushed. ‘It’s just disturbing, that’s all. I’ve never had magic done to me before.’
She chuckled softly. ‘A clarity spell is only a minor discomfort, Mick. A love spell is disturbing.’ She ran a hand down his belly, and his cock responded to her touch. ‘Do you want to continue?’
‘Of course I do.’
‘Then let’s do something about this.’ She cupped his balls and gave his rapidly expanding cock a stroke. She lowered her lips to his chest and wreathed his nipples with her warm tongue until they were bullet-hard, then she trailed kisses over his stomach to where the soft down below his navel joined his pubic curls. ‘This is sex magic,’ she whispered against his cock. ‘One has to be excited for sex magic to work. It’s another way of making those boundaries permeable.’ With that, she took him into her mouth clear up to his balls.
He caught his breath and arched against her. Jesus, was this a part of the spell? Could she really be making him feel so good? Whatever she was doing with her tongue, he never wanted her to stop. He curled his fingers in her hair, and noticed it was the same colour as the candle flames.
But just when he could have happily stayed in the tree house room with Sally Haddon, he heard her voice inside his head. ‘Find Darlene again. Observe her. See her clearly.’
Once again he was at work. He had come to the break room for coffee. Darlene and the heavy-set secretary from billing chatted at a corner table.
He felt like a teenager with a crush. His chest ached, his balls tightened. In his peripheral vision, there was a dark shadow over her upper lip, but as she looked up at him and smiled, he was relieved to see only her perfect kissable mouth.
She spoke softly to the other woman, but he heard every word, like she whispered it in his ear. ‘Ted’s cock’s big enough, but the man’s got no stamina and no imagination.’
The secretary chuckled. ‘You must really wear him out. He looks like the walking dead these days.’
Darlene shrugged. ‘Told you he has no stamina.’
Mick felt his ears burn with sympathy for Ted. He wondered why he didn’t remember any of this from before.
‘Oh Mick,’ Darlene called over her shoulder. His heart flip-flopped. He dribbled hot coffee across the top of his hand. ‘Some of us are going for drinks after work. Wanna join us?’
A dozen Abacus employees shared several pitchers of margaritas that evening. Darlene ignored Ted and flirted with Ben Taylor, the head of
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