1 comments/ 23764 views/ 4 favorites Love Spell By: Rescue325 Declan stood on the porch at the back of the house. She saw that the full moon was almost at its highest position. Everything was almost set for her to cast her spell. The altar was laid out on the table and she lit the candles to begin. On each side of the altar she placed a red candle. She added her boline onto the cloth and a bottle of rainwater she collected the previous full moon. The plum and spice candle she made for the occasion filled the night air with its wonderful scent and it reminded her of the object of her desire. The object of her desire was a six-foot tall, dark haired, all American male. He made her laugh and he stood by her when everything around her fell apart. He was always there for her yet she couldn't make him hers in the biblical sense. She wanted him. He was her soul mate. She knew this by how he made her feel when he was with her and even more so when he wasn't there. She felt empty when he wasn't there. She held the candle and cut the symbols into the top with her boline. Hearts for love. His name, her name. Every symbol had a meaning and a purpose. The spell was almost ready. She prayed for him as she rubbed the rainwater into the wax. She lit the candle and chanted a spell over it. The wind picked up and a cold breeze blew her black gauze dress around her ankles. The phone rang and it was Jon. He said he just felt the sudden need to call. She giggled to herself and invited him over. "I have the hot tub warming up and a great bottle of wine. Come join me for a soak." "That sounds good. It was a long day at work. Did you eat yet? I'll pick up something on the way." "I had a late lunch. Surprise me. You know what I like." "O.K. I'll be there in like forty-five." He said. Declan hung up the phone and smiled. She went out back and moved the spell candles to the hot tub and turned it on. She added a bunch more candles and turned on the stereo. The new age music soothed her soul as it played. She knew he'd come in the house and put on something a little bluesier when he got there because he always took over the music. It was one of those things that he did that first annoyed her when she met him but she got over it once she got used to him. It was his annoying habits that she missed the most when he was not around. She was totally enchanted by him. She went to go throw a bathing suit on under her dress for when they got into the hot tub. Normally she went in nude. No one could see her do it because the deck was screened in around the tub and she liked the way the jets felt on her bare skin. The soft music played in the background as the candles flickered in the breeze blowing across the deck. She had a bottle of red opened and ready to pour. She smiled as she heard his truck pull up the gravel driveway from the road. She met him inside and helped him with the food. He stopped at the local gourmet store for cheese and crackers and a bunch of fruit as well as his favorite food, sushi. They sliced everything up together and put it on a platter to take out to the hot tub. They did everything as a team. It was hard for people who knew them not to think of them as a couple. He stood behind her rubbing her shoulders as she cut the fruit. She loved the way his hands washed away the tension in her neck. She melted in his hands like the bag of Reese's he left in her car last summer when they went to the beach. His lips grazed her neck and electricity shot through her body. He had never done that before and she was startled. "I liked that. Don't stop." she said. She turned around and kissed him back. He broke away from her after a good couple of minutes of making out. "I don't know what came over me. I had a sudden urge to kiss you. Please don't be mad at me." He had a sad look in his eyes like he thought she'd never talk to him again after this. She laughed at him and cupped his face in her hands before she kissed him playfully. "I've wanted you to kiss me from the first time we met I think. Don't ever apologize for wanting to show me you care about me. Come on. The wine and the hot tub are waiting for us." Declan grabbed the tray and started walking out to the deck. Jon followed her and wondered what came over him that suddenly she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and that he wanted to grab her ass as she walked away from him. She put the tray down on the side of the tub and slipped out of her dress. Jon stared at her with lustful eyes. She began to wonder if she didn't put too much basil and lemon verbena in the spell candle. Declan poured the wine and they both got into the tub. She sipped her wine as he rubbed her shoulders some more and told her that he was glad she called him. She looked at him funny. He called her. She let it go and thanked her goddess for finally getting him to see the light. He looked at her lustfully as he sipped his wine. He looked as if he wanted to ask her something but was afraid to. He reminded her of a clumsy teenager on his first date. "Have you ever thought of us as more than just friends?" he asked. His face looked hopeful as he waited for her answer. "You want me to be honest? Of course I have. I'm a woman and that's what we do. We romanticize about the men in our lives." Her answer relieved him. "Would you mind if we gave in to what everyone thought about us and became a couple? Declan I love you. I have loved you from the moment we met. I just never realized it until now. I need you in my life." "I love you too Jon." Declan leaned over and kissed him. "As for the couple thing, what changes between us? We already act like one. We were just in denial all this time." She smiled at him and gently touched his face. He grabbed her chin and pulled her close to kiss her. He placed his other hand on her bikini-clad breast and rubbed her nipple through the soft material. The touch of his thumb sent electrical shocks down her body to her awakening womanhood. His kisses were setting her soul on fire. He slid his hand between her hip and the thin strap of material holding on her bikini bottoms. She slid closer to him and opened her legs a bit so that he could have better access. He pulled her closer to him and she slid onto his lap. She could feel his need building up beneath her. She smiled and rubbed her ass into his growing dick. He slid his finger between the folds of her mound and began to circle her clit. She leaned back against his shoulder and moaned softly. She turned and kissed his neck as he circled faster. She reached under her and freed him from the mesh lining of his bathing suit. He wasn't anything like she expected. He always downplayed his size so she thought he was going to be hung like a Shetland pony. For once she was glad he lied to her. She thought he was magnificent as she ran her hand up and down his shaft. He moaned with delight and untied her bikini bottoms so they began to float in the warm, bubbling water. Jon kissed her neck and played with her nipples as her breathing became slower and deeper. His hand reached down into the water and found her clit. He began to trace the alphabet across the fleshy joy button. As she got closer to cumming for him, he slid two fingers into her hot pussy. He pumped her over the edge as he positioned her clit against one of the hot tub jets. Her pussy grabbed his fingers like a vise. She begged for gods she didn't even believe in as she released against the flow of the water. Declan went limp in his arms as she sunk to the bottom of the tub, content from her orgasm. "Give me a minute and I'll take care of you" she said with a smile. "I can't believe we're finally doing this. I've wanted you for the longest time but didn't think you wanted me" he said. She laughed at him. "How could I not want you? You are such a dork." She kissed him softly on the mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They kept kissing. His tongue explored her mouth. He tasted like Listerine strips. She kissed him back with the same passion he showed her. She reached down in the water for him and it didn't take long to find what she was looking for. It seemed to have a mind of its own and was looking for her. He had at least eight inches of hardness for her. She stroked him gently as she kissed him some more. He grew even harder in her hands. She lifted her butt up in the water and guided him into her soft folds. He filled her completely and it felt like they were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly. She began to ride him slowly and she was driving him nuts as she pulled up just enough so that his tip was barely inside her. Then she slid down on him fast and he felt like he was going to split her in half. She kept doing this to him and he felt the pressure building. It was torture and pure pleasure to him at the same time. She was killing him and he just wanted to take command and fuck her silly. He tried to stop her when he realized they were having unprotected sex. He knew they were both clean and had only been in long term relationships prior. He still didn't want to risk an unwanted pregnancy. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Why are you stopping me? I thought you wanted this?" "I do, more that you realize, but I don't have a condom. You could get pregnant." He looked like a sad little boy as he said this. "I don't see the problem with that. We're both at a point in our lives where we could easily pull it off together. But if it makes you feel better, I'm on the pill for a medical condition. Having a baby with you would be a blessing, not a burden. You'd make a great father." He took over control of their mating and slid into her fast and furiously. He wanted to fuck her so hard, their souls merged. He had to have her. He waited too long to do this. She fondled her nipple with one hand and her clit with the other as she floated in the tub. He had a firm grip on her waist as he plowed into her. The noise levels in the tub increased, as they both got closer to release. She begged him to send her over the edge and he gladly gave in to her wishes. He loved hearing her scream his name. "I'm gonna cum baby. Want me to pull out?" He panted hard as he asked her. "No. Fuck me senseless already. I want to feel what it's like to feel you cum in me." She no sooner said that then he had no choice but to release his load into her. He couldn't take the pressure anymore. He felt as if white-hot lighting was shooting from his balls. At that very second, Declan felt the planets align and knew her destiny was fulfilled. She felt the flutter of energy deep inside her core, just like her mother and grandmother told her about. She possessed him heart and soul for eternity. The spell had worked and he was hers forever. Love Spell This is a story for the Valentine's Day contest. I would really appreciate if you would vote at the end of the story. Thank you and enjoy! ------------------------------------------------- "I am not going to do that!" Jenny Marshall declared, drawing a number of curious stares from people sitting at nearby tables. "Well you said you were desperate," her friend Hannah Randall said from across the table. "Besides it worked for me." "I am not going to your herbalist to ask for a love potion," Jenny said in a lowered voice. "Anyways Mike was always crazy about you." "Well the potion just gave him the extra push he needed to ask me out. Look how well it worked," Hannah said, patting her small baby bump. "Besides all you have to do is wear it like perfume." "I can't believe we're even talking about this," Jenny muttered. When did a simple conversation of her love life turn into crazy talk about love potions? Oh yeah she remembered now, it was when she complained for the hundredth time of how the man she was in love with, Conner Pierce, was like a faucet. His emotions would run hot and cold about her, one minute if was as if he would like to tear all her clothes and then acted as if she didn't even exist in the next minute. "If you really are desperate you can always tell him the truth and tell him how you really feel," Hannah suggested. "What if I do and in the end I just make a complete fool of myself?" "Hon, what's your alternative? Pinning for him for the rest of your life?" her friend asked. "If you tell him you have two outcomes, A. he doesn't feel the same and then you could move on or B. you two can end up deliriously happy." "I'll do it Hannah. Tomorrow at work I let Conner know," Jenny said. "Good girl! I salute you!" she replied holding up her glass of water. "Call me afterwards to let me know what happened." ***** Jenny checked her appearance one last time before she went to Conner's office. Her black hair was drawn back into a low ponytail and not a single strand dared to get out of place. Her make up was light and her skin gave off a healthy glow. She wore her favorite dark gray suit which clung to her curves enough to make her look sexy but still professional. It's now or never, Jenny told herself. She made her way to Conner's office and knocked on the partial opened door. "Come in," she heard him call out. She walked into his office and saw him sitting at his desk. Conner had taken off his jacket and his broad shoulders stretched out his white shirt. His black hair was growing a little long now but she liked it because you could see the natural curl it had. Jenny could feel her heart race like it always did ever time she saw him. The first time she met Conner it felt like a punch to the gut. He was so gorgeous that she practically made a fool out of herself when they were introduced. Her infatuation with him only got worse when she got to know him better. Not only was he smart but he was kind and funny as well. She wondered how a catch like him stayed single for so long. He did date a lot but he wasn't a womanizer. "Do you have a minute?" Jenny managed to get out. "For you? Always. What's on your mind?" he asked, focusing his blue eyes on her. The things she wanted to say rushed out of her head. "Umm. I just wanted to say.... Can I sit?" "Sure, go ahead." Jenny sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "We've been friends for a long time. Really good friends, haven't we?" "From the moment we met," he said. "We like a lot of the same things. We have fun together. I trust you and you trust me." Conner nodded. "It sounds like you are trying to hit me up for money." "No," Jenny replied with a nervous laugh. "I just wanted to say..." The phone suddenly rang, interrupting her. "Keep that thought and let me just get this call," he told her. "Okay," Jenny replied. He picked up the phone and greeted the person on the other end. "It's nice to hear from you again Angela," he said. Angela? Who was Angela? Jenny thought. So far as she knew Conner had been single for the past couple of months. "Yes I still remember the villa at Nice, bella," he said with a chuckle. What happened at Nice and who was this person he was calling beautiful in Italian? "I'm in the middle of a meeting right now. Can I call you back later?" he said into the phone. "Drinks? I'm sure that can be arranged." This was wrong, all wrong, Jenny thought. She couldn't do this now. Not when he was making a date over the phone. She stood up and decided to leave. "Conner take your call. I can come back later." "Are you sure?" he asked with concern. "Yes it's not that important," she replied. Jenny spun around and walked out of his office before he could protest. She hurried back to her office and then locked her door. "I can't do this," she said to herself as she paced the floor of her office. Her phone suddenly rang, surprising her. Please let it not be Conner, she thought. She checked the caller id and sighed with relief. "Hi Hannah," she said after picking up the phone. "Well, don't keep me in suspense. How did it go?" her friend asked excitedly. "It didn't. I was about too but then the phone rang and woman called. He called her Bella and they supposedly did something in Nice together." "That sucks," she replied. "What are you going to do now? Are you going to try again?" "No," Jenny said. "What's the address of your herbalist? Maybe a love potion is what I need." ***** Two days later when Jenny arrived at the address Hannah gave her, the place didn't look like what she expected. She had an image in her mind that it would sort of look like a spice shop you would see in an Arabian Night story. She expected spices and other odd dried things in baskets, panels of fabric hanging from the walls, and assorted glass bottles scattered about. In reality the place looked like it should belong at the mall. It was clean, white, orderly, and had the feel of a doctor's office. "Welcome to Nature's Magic. Can I help you?" asked a very young looking redheaded woman at the front counter. "Yes. Are you Leslie? My friend Hannah Randall sent me here. She said you could help me," Jenny explained. "Oh yes, Hannah called me yesterday. Everything is almost ready. Did you bring the other things I need?" "Yeah I have it in my bag," Jenny said. Hannah told her to bring a picture of Conner and something personal of his. Jenny took a picture she had snapped of him during last year Christmas party and a pen from his desk. "Let's go into the back," Leslie said. She called out to another young woman to take her place at the counter and then lead Jenny to the rear of the store. Leslie brought her into a room with a large wooden table at its center and walls filled with small bottles. Leslie set Conner's picture into a stone bowl and handed then handed her a piece of paper. "Please write his name on this," she asked. Jenny did what she asked and then Leslie put the paper into the bowl. She then took a match and lit both things on fire. When everything in the bowl was ash, Leslie took a bottle from the wall and dripped some oil onto the bowl. "Do you do a lot of these?" Jenny asked. "Only on occasion. And if the person believes," she replied. "Can I have the personal item?" Jenny dug through her purse and handed her Conner's pen. Leslie swirled the contents of the bowl with the pen. She then turned around and took several more bottles from the wall. Leslie added a few drops here and there, smelling the concoction each time she added something. "Where did you learn how to do this?" Jenny asked. "This was my Mom's place. She taught me all this before she retired. I went to school for the more technical stuff. When I was done I took over and revamped the place." Leslie dipped her finger into the bowl and wiped the mixture onto her forearm. "It's done," she finally declared. She took a towel and wiped off her arm. "The potion will work strongest this Tuesday." "On Valentines Day?" "It is the day of love is it not? Energies are good and strong that day," Leslie explained. "You will only need a few drops." Leslie took the mixture and poured into a perfume bottle. She put on a cap and handed it to Jenny. "It is important that you initiate first contact," Leslie told her. "Me? Why does it have to be me? I thought I put it on and then he's putty in my hands." "Your intentions must be known for it to work properly, "Leslie explained. "That is they way it always has been. And then he will be yours." "Thank you Leslie," Jenny said. "You're welcome. Maria will ring you up at the front," she replied. "Don't forget to invite me to the wedding." ***** When Valentine's Day came Jenny was nervous as a cat. For days she had been trying to come up with a plan to seduce Conner. Asking him over on Valentine's Day seemed too obvious and she didn't know if he had a date that night. She decided the best thing to do was to seduce him at work when everyone was gone. Conner was always the last one in the office, while most were gone by 5 pm on the dot. Jenny looked at the time for what it seemed like the thousandth time that day. It was finally 4:30 and it was time to put her plan into action. She locked her office door just in case someone barged in accidentally. She grabbed the duffle bag she brought with her and started unloading its contents. Jenny began to undress and was soon standing naked in her office. She bought a bra, thong, stockings, and garters from Victoria's Secret this past weekend, all in black, for the occasion. She slipped each item on one by one and by the time she was finished she looked at her reflection at the glass wall of her office and thought the dent on her credit card was well worth it. The bra cut low across her breasts and gave her amazing cleavage. It looked like she was about to spill over in abundance. The thong was black lace and covered nothing in her opinion. But the sexiest part of her ensemble was definitely the old fashioned garters that rode on her hips and clipped on to her stockings in the front and back. Conner didn't have a prayer. Jenny colored her lips a blood red and darkened her eye shadow. She undid her hair from its chignon and fluffed it out so it looked like a black cloud over her shoulders. Finally she picked up the love potion and pulled out the stopper. She took a whiff and thought it smelled really nice, sort of light and flowery. She added a drop behind both ears, between her breasts, just below her navel, and behind her knees. Leslie said she only needed a few drops, but she couldn't make a mistake because she would never have the courage to do this again. When she looked at the clock it was already 5 pm. Jenny could feel her pulse speed up. She strapped on her 3 inch black stiletto heels and then completed her whole look by covering her half naked body with her red trench coat. Jenny at her desk and waited. She could here the last of people scramble to go home. When 5:30 came she poked her head out the door to see if anyone else stayed behind. The main floor of the office was empty and the smaller offices were dark, except for one. Good old reliable Conner, she thought. She walked out and made her way to his office. She stopped in front if his door and took a deep breath. I can do this, Jenny told herself. She knocked on the door lightly before pushing it open. "Hey," she said, hoping her voice sounded deep and sultry. Conner looked up from his papers and smiled when he saw her. "Hey yourself," he replied. "I thought you left for the day." "No. I'm still here." Jenny pushed the door shut behind her. No turning back now, she thought. "Have you come to tell me why you were mysteriously here a few days ago?" "Sort of," she replied. She walked up next to him and slightly leaned her behind on the edge of his desk. He took a long and leisurely look up and down her body. "You look nice tonight," he commented. "I have plans." "With your friends?" Jenny gave a low laugh, he almost sounded jealous. "It's Valentine's Day Conner." "What are your plans then?" he asked. "I'm planning to get laid." She almost laughed out loud when his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. "I didn't know you were seeing someone regularly," he commented. "I'm not, but a woman has needs sometimes." "What kind of needs?" he asked, sounding intrigued. "I'm sure you of all people know a woman's needs," Jenny teased. "Humor me." Jenny smiled. "Well sometimes a woman needs to have someone say she's pretty and desirable. Sometimes a woman needs to be held and have her skin caressed like she's the most precious thing in the world. Sometimes she needs to be kissed like you want to drown in her." She then leaned down close to his ear and whispered, "Sometimes a woman needs to be pinned against the wall and have her brains screwed out." Jenny straightened herself back up and saw Conner smiling at her. "I didn't know you had this side to you," he said, swinging his chair around to face her. "What side?" "A tease." "I guess you don't know me as well as you thought," she replied. "Obviously," he said. Suddenly he stilled and began to sniff the air. "Do you smell that?" "Smell what?" Jenny replied. "I can't describe it. It's nothing I ever smelled before." "No I don't smell anything. Is it bad?" "It's really nice actually," he said. "Hey did it get warm all of a sudden?" "No," Jenny said shaking her head. "Really? I'm suddenly hot." Hot? Was that supposed to happen? Jenny thought. "Maybe you're coming down with something." "I don't think so. I feel fine," he said. "Let me feel your forehead." Jenny reached out and placed her palm at his temple, and then at his cheek, and then ran her hand along his jaw. She was about to touch his neck, when he stopped her. "You never told me what you wanted the last time you were here," he brought up. "Oh right. I actually wanted your opinion on something," she said, pulling her hand away from his. "What about?" "My shoes." "Your shoes?" Jenny lifted her leg and placed a black heel on his chair between his open thighs. "They're nice," he said, as he ogled her shapely leg. "Aren't they?" she said and began running her hand up and down her leg. "I call them my 'fuck me' shoes. They're the kind of shoes you usually leave on during sex." "What are you doing Jenny?" "I thought it was obvious by now." "We can't do this," he told her. "Getting involved would be a bad idea. We work together." "Why is it so bad?" she asked. Jenny then leaned over and placed her hands on the arms of his chair. "We've been dancing around each other for years and I'm tired of it. I want you Conner," she said and then drew up close to him so that her lips hovered over his. "Don't you want me?" "We're friends," he said lamely. "We can be so much more. You can have so much more," she promised. Jenny straightened up and undid her trench coat, revealing all to him. "Jesus," he said. "Don't you like it? I bought it just for you," she said, letting her coat drop to the floor. Conner didn't make a move or a sound. What was wrong with him? He was almost catatonic, Jenny thought. "I really like the bra. The material feels so good against my breasts," she said. She bent over to give him a nicer view. "Do you want to touch the material? It's so soft." He shook his head. "No? I guess you just have to take my word for it," she said, caressing the bra cups. "Well my favorite part of this outfit is the garters anyway." Jenny pulled a strap and let it snap against her thigh. "Something about this thing makes me feel naughty. I guess it reminds me of a whip." Jenny pulled the strap on the on the other side and it hit her thigh. Conner seemed fascinated with her every movement. She didn't know how they got to this point but she was enjoying it. "The only part of this outfit I don't like is the thong. I think I should get rid of it." Conner moaned in response. "Oh you agree? Then off it goes," Jenny said with a smile. She turned around to show him her backside. She hooked her thumbs to the sides of the thong and slowly bent over to pull it down. A tortured groan came from behind her. Jenny turned around to face him. "Isn't that better?" He swallowed and nodded in agreement. "Can I share a secret with you Conner? Sometimes at work when you make me really horny, I masturbate at my desk and think of you." "Really?" he said in a whisper. "Yes. I'd sit at eh edge of my desk like this," she said demonstrating it for him. "I'd put my feet on the arms of my chair like so. Then I'd lay back and touch myself and imagine it was you." Jenny played with her wet folds, not caring that this was the inanest thing she'd ever done. Suddenly she felt two big hands grab her thighs and then a warm mouth on her pussy. Finally! Thank god, she thought. Jenny moaned as she felt Conner lick at her folds. She cried out when his tongue entered her and then continued to do so repeatedly. She was cumming and cumming fast. "Oh god, oh yes!" she cried as her climax hit. As her climax ebbed and she slowly returned to earth, she noticed Conner standing in front of her between her legs. He leaned down and kissed her navel and then placed several kisses up her body. He undid the front clasp of her bra and let her breasts spill into his hands. He gently squeezed and played with her abundant flesh and teased her nipples to hardened points. Conner took a pink tip into his mouth and began to suckle it. His mouth was amazing, she thought, as he moved over to her other breast to give it the same amount of attention. "Oh Conner," she moaned. His lips were suddenly on hers. His tongue plundered her mouth and kissed her until she felt dizzy and breathless. Jenny clawed at his shirt, wanting to feel his bare flesh on hers. He tore his shirt off, causing buttons to fly every where. She ran her hands over his well muscled chest and rock hard abs until she found what she was looking for. His cock was straining the front of his pants and they both wanted it free. Conner undid his belt while Jenny unzipped his fly. She snuck her hand inside his pants to grasp his hard length. Conner gasped at the contact. He pushed his pants down and Jenny couldn't help but admire his form. He was even more gorgeous naked. His cock was larger than she expected too. "I want to taste you Conner," she boldly told him. "I want that too," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Sit down," she ordered him. Conner sat back down on his chair while Jenny got up off the desk. She lowered herself onto her knees in front of him. She spread his thighs wider and rested her arms on them. She took hold of his shaft and pumped it with her hand. Jenny swirled her tongue around its head before taking the whole thing into her mouth. She took as much of him as she could, moving her mouth up and down long length. After a few more minutes, Conner lifted her off her feet and bent her over his desk. He pushed her feet further apart and then she felt him caress the flesh of her buttocks and the inside of her thighs. Then suddenly she felt it, the smooth rounded head of his cock stretching her opening. Jenny groaned as he filled her. She had been dreaming about this, fantasizing about this for so long. She was so wet that he slid easily right in. "Oh my god Jenny you feel so good," he moaned. "Fuck me Conner," she pleaded with him, not caring if she sounded desperate because she was. "I want you so much." He didn't disappoint. Conner grabbed onto her hips and thrust his cock furiously into her. His desk began shaking and things began falling off it. Love Spell "Yes, yes," she cried as he slammed himself into her. Suddenly he was out of her and Jenny cried out in protest. Conner pulled her down to the floor on top of him. "I want to see your face when you come," he told her. Jenny moved over his hips and slowly slid down his cock. She bit her lip as he filled her once again. She slowly bounced up and down his cock until they found their rhythm again. Conner reached up and began to play with her breasts, squeezing her nipples to further arousal. "I'm... I'm coming," Jenny cried out. Conner rolled her over onto her back and thrust into her wildly. Then suddenly she came and it was the most powerful orgasm she ever had. She would have screamed in ecstasy if Conner didn't crush his mouth against hers. She then felt him tense up against her and spill himself inside her. They lay in silence afterwards; the only sound was their breathing. Jenny couldn't stand the silence. "So what happens now?" "I say we get dressed, have a nice dinner, and go back to my place," Conner said. Jenny breathed a sigh of relief. "So you don't regret what happened?" "No," he replied. "I only regret it only took us this long." ***** It had been almost 6 months ago when Jenny stood in front of Nature's Magic. From her first look of the place she would have never guessed it would change her life. "Welcome to Nature's Magic. Can I help you?" asked the young redhead at the front counter. "You might not remember me," Jenny began. "You're Hannah's friend right?" "Yes I am," Jenny said, glad that Leslie remembered her. "I came in for the love potion." "I remember," Leslie said smiling. "Well you said that I should invite you to the wedding, so here I am." "Oh that is wonderful! When is it?" she asked. "On December 19, I hope you can come. I credit you for getting Conner and I together," Jenny said. "Can I tell you a secret?" Leslie said. "Sure." "There was really nothing special in the potion. It was only some oils I mixed together," Leslie revealed. "I've noticed that most of the women who ask for it just need that extra push to take the next step." "I can't believe it," Jenny laughed. "Hannah knew?" "Yes she did. My mom was the one who gave Hannah her potion and its secret later on." "So there was no spell or magic at all?" "Well I wouldn't say that," Leslie said. "There was always the magic of love." Love Spell "The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?" -Edgar Allan Poe X Chapter One: Halloween The chilly fall night is dark and still when I exit the library. A few lights hover over the parking lot, but they are too dim to really make a difference. One is fading; its flickering death casts an eerie light on my parked car. Beyond that is darkness. A chill creeps its way up my spine. My eyes dart around nervously while I make my way across the lot, beeping my car unlocked. The sound echoes, making me shiver. I'm not normally spooked like this, or at least I wasn't a month ago before the nightmares started. Tonight is different; I fell asleep on a desk in a full library and woke up disoriented and alone. The library was deserted when I jolted awake, drooling on my text book. I was the only soul in sight with just the lonely light above, the ancient books around me, and my laptop half bent over. Its empty word document stared back at me, taunting me with evidence of my wasted night. I knew I had the most dreadful dreams, though I couldn't remember exactly what took place. My heart thumped, my forehead was sweaty, and I didn't need a mirror to know I was completely white. The terror pooled in my stomach. I rushed out of there, a foreboding feeling of someone watching me prickling the back of my neck. Now I can't wait to get to the car. I stop stalling, stop looking around. I point my key toward my car like its a compass--or better yet, a knife. My boots click against the pavement. "Rosemary," someone whispers. I snap my neck around so hard my hair slaps me in the face. The wind picks up and a sea of leaves sweep past my feet. "Rossssssemary." I know I should run toward my car. My feet want to go, but my mind is frozen. The rational part of my brain is telling me it's probably my boyfriend Brian messing around. Or it could be my friend Tara. She loves playing pranks on me. Something stops me, however, from calling their names. That something is telling me that this disembodied, strange voice doesn't belong to any friend of mine. I rush toward my car. Finally I'm there, sticking the key in with shaking hands. It doesn't turn. "Please," I beg. I drop it. It's too dark to make out where it fell. I feel around with my hand, cringing at the sensation of wet, filthy leaves. "Rosemary." It's behind me now. I burst into tears when I know I can't find the key. That I won't find the key. A freezing hand clasps my elbow. "Rosemary. Look at me." I turn, weeping and shaking. "No, no," I plead even as I comply with the voice's instructions. "Open your eyes," it orders. "No!" I'm scream, frantic to keep my eyes away from whatever is torturing me. "NO!" And then I'm screaming as I wake up, back in the library. I'm sitting at the desk; all my things are there as I left them. "It was just a dream," I tell myself. I let myself relax a little. "Just a dream." My eyes close with relief. Then I hear nervous laughter. My eyes snap open and I see people are staring at me. The couple a few tables down even stop making out to gawk at me. I'm shivering and sweating. Tears still fall down my cheeks. My trembling hands run over my body, checking to make sure I'm in one piece. An old professor of mine walks by and takes in the scene. He looks alarmed. "Rosemary, are you all right?" "Yes." My voice is dry and still holds the remnants of my nightmare. I clear my throat and try again. "Yes. Thank you. I just had a nightmare." He smiles unsurely and then does a quick check of my body. I notice he lingers on my breasts and I recall having an introductory lit class with him. He was a pervert then, too. "Well, maybe you should call it a night then, hmm?" "Yeah, right. Thank you." I grab my shit, tossing everything in my bag, and run toward the exit without a goodbye. I don't even care how much of a mess I look right now. Running down the stairs, I pull my phone out and call Brian. He doesn't answer right away and I want to throw my phone in frustration. Finally I hear loud music playing. "Yo." "Brian, please. Please stay on the phone with me." "Hold on, I can't hear you!" he calls over the stupid song blaring in the background. I hear the music fading as he makes his way to his room. "Sorry, babe, Tom has some people over." "I can hear." I run down another flight of stairs. Thankfully there is only one more. "What's wrong? You sound out of breath." "I had a nightmare," I say in a small voice. "Aw, another one? Was it the same?" "Yeah. I almost completely turned around this time and saw it." I can finally breathe when I walk out the front doors. I run over to my car and the key works perfectly. "I just got to my car. Thanks for staying with me." I throw my bag in and haul my body into the seat. My car turns on and I feel like I'm finally safe. I still lock my door, just to be careful. "You coming over? You sleep better when you're with me." My eyes roll. That's code for "come over so we can have sex". It's been nearly three weeks and I know he's getting frustrated with me. I've just been out of it; between constant nightmares and endless papers, I'm never in the mood. Brian's lucky--he has a much lighter schedule than I do. And I definitely don't sleep better in his bed. He sleeps so heavily that last time when I woke up screaming and he didn't react, I was convinced he was dead. That trauma definitely took a year or two off my life. "I would but I have class at 9 tomorrow." That's not a lie, either. "Rose, it's 8PM. I promise to have you in bed early." His voice is suggestive and for some reason it's a major turn-off. "I'm really tired. I'm sorry." He sighs into my ear. "Okay. I understand." But he doesn't. I know he doesn't. It's just something you say. And Tara is dating his best friend and roommate Tom and he told her Brian is getting tired of having blue balls. I feel terrible but I'm too tired and worn out to do anything about it. I love him. I love the scent of his cologne, the way he burrows into me at night, the soft smile on his face when I catch him watching me. I miss him, miss being normal. "I'm really sorry. This weekend I'll make it all up to you. It'll be worth it, I promise." "Okay. You safe in the car?" "Yeah, good to go." "Love you," he says. "Love you, too," I say back. He already disconnected. X "What do you mean?! How the hell can you not come to my Halloween party?!" "Jesus, keep it down." I look around and meet eyes with the woman who owns the shop. She's watched us intently since we walked in. She probably gets plenty of lunatics in here, or giggling girls who don't take this stuff seriously. By this stuff, I mean witchcraft. The store is filled with books on the 'dark arts', or so it advertises. Weird herbs and incense are everywhere I turn, and their odors are giving me a headache. I offer the owner a smile. She just turns away, her hair the color of flame basically giving me the middle finger as it whips around with her. The other shoppers--an old man, three Goth teens, and a woman who looks like she's been living in the middle of the desert for the past three years--look at us with disinterest and then go back to whatever the hell they're doing. I guess spells are more interesting than the antics of my best friend. Tara glares at me, tossing a packet of some weird dried up herb into her little basket. "You promised. You always come." "I'm still going to Tom's party." She gives me a look. "I know, I know. It's not the same. I'm just so tired. These nightmares are seriously wearing me out. Please don't be mad at me." "Rosemary, pull yourself together." Tara shakes her head. "I can't believe you're getting so bent out of shape over a couple stupid dreams." "They aren't 'a couple stupid dreams', they're recurring and freakishly vivid nightmares!" I realize I'm screaming now and I take a calming breath. "Look at me, Tara. I've lost weight. I haven't gotten highlights done in like... a month. My hair is unintentionally ombre. I look like shit." She scans my body. "You did lose weight. You bitch!" She gives me a grin and bumps my arm with hers. I'm forgiven temporarily, it seems. "You do look a little pale. And your hair could use some highlights. Too dark. Let's get some dye tonight." "We can't all be blonde, bronzed beauties like you, skank." She giggles and I can't help but laugh, too. She sounds like a fairy when she laughs, or at least what I imagine a fairy would sound like. Innocent and happy. Never mind Tara is the opposite of innocent. I flick her shoulder playfully. "Brian will come without me to the party, okay? Don't worry." Her smile dims. "Yeah, I'm sure he will. He's real supportive like that." "Are you ever going to like him?" "Is he ever going to not suck?" She picks up a random book. Her eyes get excited and I know that look. I've known it ever since we were 6: trouble is coming. "Ro, look! A book of spells!" "Please don't fuck around with that. Put it down." "Nooo!" Tara laughs, flicking through the pages. "This is what I came here for, baby." "It's not going to work. And do you really want Tom to fall in love because you put a spell on him?" Tara blinks at me. "Um. Yes. He's Tom motherfucking Grant. I'll take him anyway I can get him." I make a disgusted noise and she laughs her fairy-laugh. "He likes you without a spell." Her fingers turn a few more pages. "I need that feeling to stick." "Have you guys had sex yet?" She scrunches her nose. "Nah. I'll be doing a spell for that, too." She notices my surprise. "Hey, I can keep it in my pants! Or his pants. Whatever. I like him." The blush on her cheeks can attest to that. I feel a bit of a pang. I'm happy with Brian--he is so good to me. But I always had a thing for Tom. He hardly notices me; to him, I'm like an annoying kid sister he's forced to tolerate. He barely bat an eyelash when I started dating Brian (which, of course, was meant to make him jealous. Spoiler: it didn't). "Good. I'm glad you guys like each other." "Hello, he's going to love me by Halloween." She pokes my chest. "You should be more focused on your own vagina." I look to see if anyone is paying attention to us. A Goth boy is smirking while he examines a dreamcatcher. Fucker. "I'm not focused on your vagina at all!" "Mm-hmm, you're totally obsessed. You should pay a bit more attention to your own and what's going in it. Or rather, what's not going in it." She turns a page in the book and gasps. "Rosemary. Here's a spell warding off nightmares! You should--" "You have nightmares?" an accented voice asks. Tara and I look to see the owner of the shop behind us. Up close I can see her eyebrows are also a perfect red and they are arched as she observes us. Her white hand reaches out and takes the large book out of Tara's hands. She smiles at us but I don't know if it's a friendly one or not. She's so campy I want to laugh, but when her eyes flick to mine I feel my smile slipping. Her bony fingers covered with rings skim down the page Tara left open. "Hmm. No, this won't work." She slaps it shut and I jump like the baby I am. If she notices it, she doesn't remark on it. Instead she tells us to follow her, and as if she cast a spell on us herself, we obey. She brings us to the back of the bookstore where there are five rows of shelves. She strokes the bindings lovingly until she finds the book she's looking for. She slides it out, opens it to the middle, and nods. "Yes, here. For nightmares." She thrusts the book at me. "Wrap a piece of yarn around a black candle and repeat 'I am the Night' forty times. Then drop a tear onto it." "A tear?" Tara asks, sounding horrified. She glances at me with wide eyes. The woman nods. "A tear. Anyone's." She smiles and now I think she's trying to be comforting. "This will ward off nightmares and keep good spirits around you." I examine the book in my hands. It's huge with brown cracked leather. I'm sure it's real leather. It feels so soft beneath my fingers and it has that old book smell I love. The pages are dark beige; the writing is a thick black script. It looks exactly like you would think an ancient spell-book would look like. Still, I think this is total bullshit and the only thing holding me back from peeking at the publishing details is those intense emerald eyes staring at me. I decide I'll wait until she leaves like a polite little girl and then slip it back into its rightful place. Tara is looking at it longingly, no doubt wondering if it has a love spell. Fuck that. As if the woman can sense my thoughts, she offers me a wide smile. Her teeth are astonishingly white and her green eyes literally twinkle beneath the lackluster lighting above us. The green dress she wears falls down to her feet, accentuating both her height and her skin tone. She's about 38 or 40, though she exudes a much older air. She possibly might be the most beautiful woman I've ever met if she wasn't so scary. I can't place her accent, nor shake off the sensation she's familiar somehow. "Listen. Take the book. No charge." She smiles wider at Tara. "There are plenty of love spells in there." Tara is thrilled. "Wow, thank you!" "I can't," I say. "Thank you but I don't want to dabble with this." She lifts her eyebrows. "You're afraid," she remarks with surprise. I'm not ashamed to admit it. "Yes. I don't believe in magic, but just in case I'd rather stay as far away from that book as possible." "You have nightmares, yes?" "Yes." She flicks her wrist. A large charm bracelet glides down her arm--an arm so white I can trace the blue veins with my eyes. "It's simple. A treat from me. A Halloween treat." She shrugs. "If it doesn't work, what harm will come to you?" "Come on, Rose." Tara is pleading, and nothing good has ever come from that. Typically I cave but I really don't want to this time. I am getting bad, bad vibes from the book in my hands. "Brian will thank you. Come on!" "You have a boyfriend?" the woman asks. I nod. Something strange crosses her face. She looks a decade older. I open my mouth to say something but the look disappears and she shrugs. "I'm sure he'd prefer you calm beside him at night rather than tossing and turning." She's right. I feel silly--somehow sillier than indulging in a meaningless spell meant for entertainment. This beautiful, kind woman is giving me a gift. It would be rude not to accept it. The leather creaks underneath my tightened fingers. "Okay. Thank you." The woman looks more relieved than Tara. "Good. I wish you luck. Come back to Mina when you need me." I smile and wave. Tara and I walk off. It isn't until we're driving home that I realize Mina said when, not if. X Since I owe Brian an explosively good time, I head over to the mall. I need a sexy dress and maybe some new, naughty underwear. After stopping in store after store and finding nothing that strikes my fancy, I grab a latte. Depressed, exhausted, and not feeling it anymore, I drag my ass to a bench and drape myself over it. And then I notice a brand new store. Its name is 'Beware'. A little ham-fisted but the slutty dresses in the window are beautiful, even if the material is scant. I peek to make sure no one watches me heading over and then sneak in. The dresses are better up close, in spite of the gauzy light the store provides. Obviously the owners are into ambience. There's even a smoke machine somewhere. Mist floats heavily across the floor; I can't even see my feet. A bit much, for sure, but I just spent my time in a store peddling love spells and Eastern European accents. A little smoke won't do any harm. "You would look marvelous in that." "Shit!" I drop my latte onto the murky floor and throw my hand up to my chest. A man is standing next to a counter, leaning against it and watching me with unabashed interest. He has that dark, careless hair that only men in magazines can usually pull off. A terrible but admittedly exciting scar runs across his right cheek. He's wearing a plain black t-shirt with faded blue jeans. His jaw is defined, his cheekbones perfect. His nose is prominent and sharp. If he was a celebrity, he'd no doubt be a movie star. He's beautiful. Yet something whispers in my head. Something soft, something begging. Then he smiles and my foggy head dismisses it. Clearly I'm in need of a good night's rest, which I haven't had in a month, and the store's name and look are messing with my mind. The owner, or employee, isn't doing much to set me at ease. "Bad boy" is written all over him, and it's hot. An eyebrow lifts. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry." Jesus. Something about his voice sends shockwaves of pleasure all the way down into my toes. "A little," I admit, smiling. "Would you like to see that in your size?" I blink and look over at the dress he's pointing to. It's not as outwardly skanky as the rest. The top is a silver strapless sweetheart bodice with jagged mirrored stones and sequins. The flattering waist is ruched tightly. A midnight blue miniskirt swings across the thighs in a sassy, playful way. It is breathtaking. "I'd love to, but I don't really know when I'd wear it." He moves off the counter and steps closer to me. "I'm sure you could think of something. Make an occasion for the dress." His smile widens. "Halloween, even." I laugh. "Halloween?! What the hell would I go as in this fancy dress?" The man turns and produces a black silk eye mask with one lovely, elegant peacock feather on the right side. "You'll be a mysterious woman. Perhaps you're married and you're meeting your lover." Giggling, I take the mask. "Ha. Or I'm a murderess!" He smile turns toothy. "Or that. A Black Widow, maybe?" Shaking my head, I put the mask to my eyes. "Revenge on an old lover." "Hmm. Or meeting a new one for a clandestine fuck." I should stop this. That word--fuck--should be vulgar. Inappropriate. Even the way he whispered it was like an intimate caress, far too familiar. Yet it delights me. My nipples are hard beneath my shirt and I think he can tell. Clearing my throat, I lower the mask. "I'm not so sure I can pull off the mysterious, naughty air for that." His eyes glitter. "Oh, yeah, you can." "Maybe I'll try on the dress..." "No need. This is your size. I know it'll fit." That's weird. "Uh, no, I should--" "I do this for a living. Trust me. If it doesn't fit, you can come back and I'll give you all your money back." "Really?" He gets closer. "As a matter of fact, I'm giving it to you as a gift." My cheeks burn. "No, I couldn't. That's way too much." "I own this place. And I can do what I want." He flicks a piece of my hair off my shoulder. "And I want you... to have this dress. Understood?" I nod and watch speechlessly as he bags the dress and mask. "Come back anytime," he murmurs, handing the bag to me. Then he turns, disappearing into the sea of dresses. I swear his fingers touched mine a beat too long, but I'm too shy and confused to react. It isn't until I'm back home that I realize I didn't even get a receipt. X Friday comes, and with it so does Brian. "Fuck, yes. Fuck." He pushes my head down harder, fucking my mouth with his cock. "Yeah, baby." "Mmm." I slip his cock further down my tongue. He's so deep down my throat that I have to fight hard not to gag too much. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna come." My hand reaches up to grasp his balls, increasing his ecstasy. His voice goes up a pitch as he begs me. "Please. Oh, fuck!" His balls and cock spasm while he fucks his cum into my mouth. I swallow one spurt only to have my tongue filled with another. He eventually finishes, pulling his cock through my lips. Love Spell "Jesus Christ." He falls back against my headboard. "Jesus. Thank you, baby. Come up here." I climb up and rest my head on his shoulder. My fingers swirl against his stomach. His breathing is only now returning to normal. He squeezes my shoulder. "Give me a few minutes and I'll go down on you." I think of the man in the store with the emerald eyes watching me, his gaze curving along with the lines of my body. He was right: the dress fit perfectly. It was just the thing I needed, and I have a feeling he knows what I need in all areas. His assertiveness, dominance, power were fucking hot. Thinking of him makes me devastatingly wet but it feels wrong letting Brian satisfy me when someone else is on my mind. "Nah. I'm tired. Just hold me." He pulls me further up his chest and wraps his arms around me. Almost instantly he's snoring softly into my ear. I stare at the spell-book resting on my dresser across the room. Tomorrow night Tara and I are going to fuck with it. A part of me can't wait; the other is scared shitless. I manage to fall asleep after a while and of course it isn't long before I'm back in the dream. The cold hand is wrapped around my elbow. "Rosemary. Look at me." "No. Please." "Open your eyes." My eyes open. I'm crying so hard that I can't breathe. My torso turns even as I silently beg it not to, and my mouth won't scream. "No!" I try to shout but I have no voice. My eyes meet emeralds. "NO!" "Jesus!" Brian is shaking me, his hands tight on my upper arms. "Wake up!" I'm cold but sweaty. My nightshirt is wrapped around my throat. I take inventory of Brian's terrified face, my quivering body, the book still on the dresser. Then I promptly burst into tears. Brian holds me until morning. He doesn't even want to let me go when Tara arrives, looking almost as worried as he does. Unfortunately he has to go bartend and won't be home until late. He checks with Tara that she's sleeping over. "I'll text you when I get home, okay?' He attempts a smile and then leaves. "I think I need to go to a doctor. Enough of this shit." I pace in my living room. "Sleeping pills won't work. Herbal tea is a joke. What the hell else can I do?" "The spell!" Tara plops down on my sofa. "We'll try that first. Then we'll see if the doctor has anything for you." "Tara, enough with the spell! It's not going to work. Someone out there put together a random assortment of shit. If it doesn't work, that Mina or whatever the hell her name is will tell us we weren't channeling correctly." "At the very least it'll be a fun thing to do tonight." Tara gives me a puppy-dog look. "C'mon. We'll rent a terrible movie, order Thai food, and do the spell. Please?" "Ugh," I groan, dropping down beside her. "Fine." She squeals. "My love spell first!" A little while later after watching a horrendous romantic comedy and gorging on noodles, Tara drags out the book. Then she yanks over the CVS bag containing all the extraneous ingredients we need to complete our spells. She takes a small bowl and spits into it. "Ew." She rolls her eyes at me. "Don't be such a girl." She pours some pepper into the bowl and then a couple of cloves. When I see her writing something on a piece of paper, I can't fight the curiosity anymore. "What are you writing?" "I'm not allowed to tell you." She strikes a match and lifts it to the paper. After the paper fully catches fire, she drops it into the bowl. Then she squeezes her eyes shut. "Make Thomas Grant love me. Make Thomas Grant love me. Make Thomas Grant love me." When she finally finishes, her eyes open and focus on me. She smiles and shrugs. "That's it." "What are you supposed to do with the fire?" "Oh, let it burn out." She grins at me and pulls out the black candle and yarn. "Your turn!" I feel like a moron while I complete the tasks and repeat "I am the Night" until my throat hurts. The tear isn't hard to conjure; I'm tired and my eyes are burning. "Yay!" Tara laughs when I'm done. "Now we wait!" "Great. I guess I'll find out if my spell worked before you," I say, lifting my chin towards my bed. Then Tara's phone goes off. She runs over to it and grins back at me. Her eyes and mouth are hanging wide open. "Holy shit! It's Tom!" It's around 11PM and he typically calls her now. I don't want to burst her bubble so I muster up an amazed smile. She runs off to take her call and I pull down my sheets, hoping I'm tired enough to sleep through the night. "Rosemary." I jump and drop the pillow I was holding. It was the voice--the voice from my dream. My entire body locks, unsure whether to flee or fight. Am I sleeping? I can't be sure. Tara walks in and stops short. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Did you just call my name?" She shakes her head. "Something did." "Something, Rosemary? Why don't you take one of my Ambien?" "Because they don't work," I say absentmindedly. "Someone just called my name." "You're tired and scared from the spell. I'm sorry I made you do it. Just come sleep with me. You're safe, okay?" I slip into the sheets next to her feeling anything but safe. And sure enough, as soon as I drift off I'm back in the dream. The hand squeezes my arm almost painfully, its coldness burning my skin. "Rossssemary," the voice hisses. I'm turning like always. "NO!" I beg, but it's too late. I'm looking into his eyes. It's him. The man who flirted with me, who didn't even tell me his name. Dark eyes that appear to reflect some kind of light even though there is none around us. He's probably about 30. His eyes are ageless, however, and whisper secrets I can't possibly understand. A quick glance would suggest he was just a normal guy, but I know better. There is a malevolence in his eyes and I don't like it. His nostrils flare when I push against his chest. "Look at me," he says again, even though I already am. "What do you want from me?" He turns to walk away and drags me behind him. "You're the Night to my Night." "What the hell are you talking about?" I try to rip my arm from his hold but it's no use. "I've waited for you, Rosemary. It's time." I look around us, watching the parking lot to the library disappear into a black forest with a deep portion of snow underfoot. Flakes fall from the sky, dropping wetly onto my eyelashes. "Time for what? Where are you taking me?" The bizarre world around us shifts. There are more trees. Their branches are menacing, reaching out into our path as though they were grasping for us. "It doesn't matter." "It matters to me," I screech. The rage coursing through my blood gives me just enough strength to pull away from him. He stops and sighs, exasperation written all over his face. "I know this is just a dream but do you mind explaining a few things to me? Like who the fuck you are, why I'm dreaming about you, why you're leading me through an almost pitch-black forest in the snow?" He steps closer to me and only now do I realize his significant height. He stares down, seemingly unfazed by my fit. "I can't wait to fuck you." I suck my breath in. "Excuse me?" His large hand skims down the side of my face and clutches my chin. "Shush. Follow me." I'm actually speechless. He walks further into the dark while holding my hand, leading me into his world. We walk and walk for what I swear is hours. He stops only when we're on the top of a cliff looking over a sea of white. Snow surrounds us everywhere. The rocks are freezing. While I'm cold, I realize I should be a lot colder. The nameless man begins to build a fire. He makes quick work of the branches and twigs he collected. The wood bursts into a delightful fire. I huddle closer to it, rubbing my hands together. He watches me with those big, deep, fathomless eyes. "It's all an illusion, you know." I do know. I just don't care. "What do you want?" "For you to live in my world and be with me always." "What?" I ask breathlessly. "You heard me." He sits down on a large rock. "And I want to fuck you. I want you under me, over me. Every possible way you can conceive." "B-but this is a dream. You aren't real. I mean you're real but... You're the guy from the store but you're not really here. This isn't real." His black eyes flash and his perfect lips curl into a smirk. "Oh, little girl, this is very real. I'm not a dream." He stands and comes prowling over to me. I want to push away, fight him, but my body won't listen to the warning signals. I rest pliantly against the snow. He pushes me so that I'm laying on my back. Then he throttles me, resting his crotch against mine. I can feel his hardness and it's delightful. His scent is mouthwatering; it's like a cologne one can only dream about. At that thought I smile. One of his fingers traces my lips. "What's making you smile?" "This is such a weird dream." He lifts his arms and takes off his shirt. His chest and stomach are perfect. Too perfect for me, too perfect for the world I live in. "I'm not a dream," he says again. I almost believe him. He leans down and licks my collarbone. I'm butter beneath him. That's one of my extremely weak spots. I might have moaned when his silky tongue pressed against my flesh but I'm not sure. His shit-eating grin suggests I did. It's only now that I see I'm still wearing my nightshirt. It's pulled up so I can also see I'm wearing my plum silk panties. He takes in the sight, running one hand up my thigh, over my hip, and across my belly. "I've waited so long. I wanted you to come to me ages ago." "How did you find me?" I ask, deciding to play along because I like where this dream is headed. He laughs and it sends a heavy whoosh down my throat and into my stomach as if I were riding a roller coaster. "Window shopping." "What the hell does that mean?" "It means," he drawls, pulling my nightshirt down so he can observe my left tit, "I can see everything. Eventually I saw you--and I wanted you." His tongue licks around my nipple and I shift in pleasure. "I should call you my Persephone." Okay. Fucking weird. "Why?" His eyes slice to mine. "Because I'm dragging you down into my darkness." Too weird. I decide to pull the plug. Shouldn't I be able to wake myself up from this. "I'm not, I'm sorry. It's just--" "You sealed me to you with a spell," he interrupts. "What the fuck? No, I absolutely did not." His smile is almost breathtaking enough to let myself remember this is all a dream so that Dream Weirdo can fuck Dream Me. "You did. You lit the candle, said the words." He leans down and licks my cheek. "You shed a tear for me." "I was trying to not have nightmares anymore!" "Enough. You'll join me. I'll give you anything you want." Before I can reply he travels down to my nipple, laving it with his tongue. I gasp and he decides to take it into his mouth, sucking it and sending strong spasms of pleasure through my body. "Please. Don't. I don't understand." "Shhh." He lifts my shirt up, over my arms and head. It gets tossed somewhere into the snow. "It's useless to fight, Rosemary. You are mine as I am yours." His mouth comes down on mine and he gives me the fiercest, greatest, most determined kiss I've ever had. His tongue snakes out to slide against mine. All the while his hands run down my body, seizing my ass and cupping my pussy. He pulls his mouth away. "Can you ever know how desperate I've been to taste you?" His tongue goes back down, sucking on my nipples until they're hard points begging for more. He leaves my nipples to brave the cool air blowing across them and sucks the skin of my stomach all the way down to my hip. His mouth dances across until it's directly over my pussy. His tongue pushes out to lick my cunt through the silk material of my panties. Then his eyes flick up to mine. "Yes, get wet for me," he growls. "When was the last time you were fucked?" Dazed but fastidious about time, I quickly figure out a number. "About two months ago." His fingers massage my pussy so well that I can hear the wetness with each rotation. A corner of his mouth goes up. "I bet you've never really been fucked." I can't even think of answering him when he puts his fingers around the strings at my hips and pulls down. Only once they're off my feet and behind his shoulder does he come back to giving me pleasure. He breathes against the wetness between my thighs, causing my hips to lift involuntarily. Then he attacks it with his mouth, letting his tongue flick against the soaked flesh. I'm writhing against his mouth, desperate for his tongue to fuck me. "God," I moan. I clutch his messy hair, pushing his face into my pussy. "Please!" He is good to me. His tongue picks up speed. He alternates every now and then, shoving it up my pussy or just sucking my lips. I'm feeling lightheaded. All reason is gone. I don't give a fuck if this a dream or not. I'm going to come soon and that's all that matters. He takes his mouth away and I groan plaintively. I watch as he grabs a ball of snow. His eyes meet mine as he rubs the snow against my hot pussy. I flinch at the sensation. He rubs the cold wetness against my lips and my clit until my cunt is cold and wet, too. I gasp at how good it feels. Then suddenly it's in my pussy. I twist and kick my hips up, trying to dislodge it. It's too much--too cold, too freezing. It burns inside me even as it melts. "Take it out! Please! It's too much." "Does it hurt?" he asks in an almost bored tone. "Yes!" "Good." He watches me writhe. I try to push my hips up higher but the snow only falls more inside me. It is the ultimate pleasure-pain. "Please," I moan. "Yes, it makes me hard knowing it hurts you even as it makes you ready for my cock." His mouth comes back to my pussy. I can feel his tongue toying with the snow, making it hotter and wetter. My numb, soaked flesh embraces the relief. I'm going to come and it's going to be explosive. One of his hands come up to my breast, kneading it and stroking its thumb against the nipple. My stomach sucks in and my hips jut up, begging for more. "You're my Dark Princess," he whispers into my pussy. "Come for me." Hot chills erupt from my pussy all the way up my spine. My brain explodes with pleasure while I keep fucking his mouth. Now he's sucked my clit all the way into his mouth while he fucks me with three fingers. The other hand is busy pinching and pulling my nipples. I'm in agony and ecstasy. "Oh, please!" I can't get oxygen into my body fast enough. "Vow that you're mine," he orders, sounding breathless himself. "Please! Fuck me!" "Vow it." "I'm yours!" He pushes his fingers in just so and I'm lost into the oblivion of pleasure. Both hands fist his hair while my hips gyrate against his face. His tongue and mouth and hands are everything and yet not enough. I can hear my high-pitched cries, my gritty moans, but it's as if I'm floating above it. Before I can thank him, or do something normal like wake up, he's above and inside of me. I didn't even get a glimpse of his cock, though I'm well aware now that he's large. He's thrusting mightily inside of me, his dark eyes locked on mine. His hand comes back to my breast and he shocks the hell out of me when he slaps it. It hurts, but it also magically brings even more wetness to my pussy. My hands clench his ass, begging him silently to pound into me. He answers the request, fucking me harder than I've ever been fucked. I can feel his balls smacking me every time he plunges home. I'm so fucking wet that I can hear as well as feel each desperate thrust. "Promise me again you're mine." "I'm yours," I swear. I would have sworn anything. His hand clutches my throat and tightens around the fragile flesh. "Promise." "I promise." His hand chokes me. I cough and tear up. "I swear. I'm yours." "This seals us," he grunts. "Night to Night." Just like that my pussy tightens around him and sucks him in deeper. I come again. I'm lost to the world of orgasm, and my body mindlessly and happily jerks against his. He buries his face into neck, grabs each hip with his hands, and plows home. I've become too sensitive. I'm about to beg him to stop when he lets out an earth-shattering cry. He crumbles onto me, shivering and groaning as his cock and balls throb against me. He fucks his cum into me with rapid and desperate strokes. Pulse after pulse of the very best part of him floods my pussy and he curses with each gush. Though I definitely can't orgasm again, my cunt cheerfully clamps down on him one more time. He finally stops moving as his cock lets out its final push. He collapses against me, breathing heavily into my ear. In spite of the snow still falling down onto us, and the tundra that seems to surround us, I'm boiling hot. Beads of sweat trickle down my body. "That was amazing," I whisper, afraid to speak louder and disrupt the dream. He lifts his head and narrows his gaze. "So you don't wish to go back?" I'm confused. This is a dream, albeit a wonderful and scorching sex dream, but a dream nonetheless. "Uh, no. I want to go back." "You swore." "Okay, I swore. This is a dream. You're not real. I had a delicious fuck dream in my sleep with the clerk I was lusting after and I think I finally conquered my nightmare. So thanks, but I'd like to wake up now." His face changes into a more patient expression. "You're not ready."
 "Ready for what?" "Rosemary," he says. "What? What is it?" "Rosemary, wake up." "What are you talking about? "Wake up!" My eyes pop open. Tara is sitting on my chest, a hand around each wrist. "Are you awake?" "I think so." "Holy crap. You had me really upset!" My legs shift and I feel the undeniable wetness there. Well, at least I wasn't terrified this time. "I'm sorry." "No need to be sorry." She eyes me carefully. "How do you feel? I grin, remembering how the magical orgasm felt. "Amazing. I think that witch was right." Tara pumps her fist into the air. "Yes! That means Tom and I are getting married. All my Pinterest dreams will come true." I laugh and wrap my arm around her, just because. Everything is amazing and wonderful. The spell probably didn't work, but the sentiment behind it did. I want to have a party. I want to call Brian over and fuck him. This is the happiest I've been in a long time and nothing can ruin it. Nothing. X "Does this dress make me look slutty?" I glance over at Tara's teal dress. She's dressed up as a dead beauty queen for Tom's Halloween party. She's determined to make her party better than his, no matter how much she likes him. I take in her dress and snort. "Yeah." "Perfect!" She comes over to me and shakes her head at my silver and blue dress. "Of course you would be a fucking mysterious sex goddess." "Hey! You're so grouchy tonight." She crosses her arms and leans in close to me, even though there is no one else in the apartment. "I'm desperate for some sex." "Oh," I say, putting my mask up to my eyes with the fragile stick. "I know you've had it. It's written all over you." That is true; I've had both dream sex and real life sex. Every since that night I've been insatiable--and dreamless. Brian is extremely pleased. "Tom will definitely drag you off tonight." Tara sighs and stands up, smoothing her dress with her hands. "He's going to stay sober since he's hosting the party, and he's going to be distracted trying to handle everything." "Who's becoming the pessimist now?" I wipe some sprinkle lotion on my skin. "Just because you've had a couple of orgasms doesn't mean it's time to get cocky." I grin at her in the mirror. "I'm glad you're happier now, though. You look so much better with those highlights." Love Spell "Thanks for putting up with me." "That's what friends are for," she shrugs. "Now it's time to go." We get to the party a little late. Everyone is enthusiastically holding on to their red solo cups. A few guys eye us when we walk in but we ignore them, looking for Tom and Brian. We spot them almost immediately. They're by the keg, chatting with a couple of guys. We catch their eyes and they both do a chin-lift. "Let's get something to drink," Tara suggests, pointing over to a cauldron where one of Tom's friends' girlfriends is scooping some punch into cups. The punch turns out to be delicious. We both have a few cups before the boys descend, grinding against our asses. Flashing blue lights illuminate our bodies as we dry fuck our men. We're lost in being tipsy and into the erotic joy of fucking one another over our clothes. Brian grunts and curses in my ear. I think I can hear Tara shriek with pleasure over the driving bass of the song. Then I open my eyes and the music stops. Snow surrounds us. A faceless yet familiar voice purrs, "You look beautiful, Rosemary." "No," I sob. "It can't be."