WITCHES | HOTWIFE | EROTICA
A Witch and Her Watcher
A voyeur witnesses a debauched ritual
Version 1 of a dirty ritual. Version 2 will be up on The Smut Mill later this week.
Samhain.
Our holiest time of year.
We celebrate with the bonfire, the feasting, and our most sacred of rituals.
One that I perform before an audience.
Certainly my coven and friends of the coven will witness my debauchery, our celebration of life and love and lust.
But the audience I care about most, the only one that matters, is an audience of one.
The men and women around me take my robes and I can almost hear his gasp as I’m presented before them.
He hides among the trees, watching. I can feel his presence, sense his awe and wonder at my naked body, the sharing of my sexuality, the affirmation of life.
“Theresa, come to me,” I beckon.
She kneels before me, applying her lips to my folds. I do so prefer a woman’s touch to warm me up.
Or perhaps I just prefer Theresa’s. There’s an art to the way she uses her tongue, after all.
