WITCHES | EROTICA
Getting Fucked by a Wicked Witch
Is she crazy or magical? Why not both?
Based off this prompt from JK Mill:
“Drink it.”
He was seated on a folding chair while his girlfriend worked her little cauldron. A Halloween picnic she called it. At night.
Liselle handed him a cup, the liquid within steaming hot even as the metal that contained it felt ice cold.
Jason sat back and gave it a sip, finding it exceptionally foul, as if someone had mixed swamp water and blood and added some fat to the recipe for maximum effect.
Still, she promised him a wild night if he choked it down. He was certainly terrified of her, but the sex was fantastic. Jason had never been with a dominant woman — he always thought he was the dominant one — but Liselle had been rewriting all of the rules he used to have about dating.
They were at a crossroads in the relationship, though. She’d spilled the L word early and often, and he hadn’t quite come around after…
