Norah Quinn dragged the match across the stone slab she’d placed on the
kitchen island, smiling when the match caught fire. She looked to the four candles she
had placed around the slab. “Red is for sex.” She lit the two red candles and then
moved it the dwindling match to the pink candles. “Pink is for lust.”
She blew out the match and focused mentally on her goal, it had been several
years since she’d allowed herself to cast. She’d decided long ago that the craft had no
place in her life, yet as she had laid alone in her bed only an hour before she’d come
upon an idea that was too tempting to ignore.
She had left her bed and slipped on a red silk tank top, and a matching red skirt
that flowed to her ankles and rode low on her waist. Then she had pulled a simple
silver chain from her jewelry box and fastened it around her waist. A dark red ruby had
slid on the chain and rested in her navel.
She imagined the lover she wanted to call to help fill up her lonely rainy night.
Tall and muscular, with a big cock and gentle hands. In her mind’s eye she could see
him clearly, his facial features shadowed and a mystery. He was exactly what she
wanted. She picked up the silver and copper toned goblet and swirled the water inside
as she spoke the words of her gentle spell.

Goddess I call upon the power of thee,
To bring my perfect lover to me,
May his strength and his desire match mine,
Until the morning sun begins to shine,
Bring the lover that is meant for me,
So mote it be

She lowered the goblet to the stone slab and closed her eyes as continued to think
on the lover she wanted. The spell wove around her, energy curled against her skin.
Releasing the tight hold she’d placed on the light she held deep inside, it flowed on her
skin and lit the room. The candles flickered gently as she closed her circle. Lowering her
head she carefully blew each one out in turn. Smiling, she gloried in the power of the
craft felt moving in her body.
As a younger woman, she’d enjoyed in her gifts until one night made her she
realize how dangerous she could be. Closing her eyes, she thought about her
grandmother and sister, they both still practiced. She’d spoken with neither of them in
three years. Her break with the craft and with her family had been swift and had felt so
final.
Norah closed her eyes and steadied herself, the soft scent of the jasmine incense
she’d lit throughout the house tangled with the air and brushed over her skin. With one
final glance to her candles she walked from the kitchen and started towards her
bedroom. She’d never cast for a lover before. It was a spell her sister had done often in
their early twenties, but one she’d never dared to attempt until now. It had seemed
indecent to conjure a man for sex. Indecent, wanton, and an abuse of the gifts they’d
been granted by the goddess. Her sister, Reyna, couldn’t have disagreed more. Magick
was, in her sister’s mind, a path to infinite pleasure.
In the doorway of her bedroom she paused, excitement and wonder swept
through her heated body as she caught sight of him. Holy hell, she thought, she’d
actually conjured herself a man. She swallowed hard as the man turned to her; he had
nice strong features and a mouth she ached to sink into. He was wearing a pair of
boxers and nothing else. She smiled. “Good evening.”
He didn’t move but stared at her. “Where am I?”
“In my bedroom.” She moved toward him shaking back her dark hair as she
moved. “I’ve brought you here for pleasure.” She inclined her head as she stopped in
front of him. “Will you resist?”
He shook his head, a smile teasing his lips. “Not hardly. You need only ask.”
She smiled then. “Come to my bed.”
He reached out for her and touched her hair as he followed. “What is your
name?”
“You’ve no need of my name,” Norah whispered as she turned to face him.
Running her fingers tips down his chest, to the waist of his boxers. “Have you a name?”
“Ethan,” he answered softly.
She reached behind her and slid her zipper down, with a little wiggle her skirt
slid down and pooled at her feet. “Take off your boxers, Ethan.”

To be continued tomorrow...

did u cut ur didi? i am still lost in your story of becoming a girl..

no i dress like that just to get my father to get away from me