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Ariel Witch's Affairs - Part 1
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Ariel Witch's affairs I
By Ariel Witch
Ariel the witch lived in a small but spacious cottage far out in the
green forests, far from civilization, her only companions the wild
birds and other forest creatures and her Familiar, Screech, an old
black tom cat.
The winds were howling around the cottage one day, a summer
thunderstorm in progress. The shriek of the storm began to arouse the
witch, as the intensity of the weather began to arouse her desires.
She stood before her mirror, nude, pulling her long blond hair back
and admiring her sensual grace. Her nipples were hard and she slowly
ran her fingers lazily across them, feeling her juices begin to flow.
She ran one hand down her body, slowly moving her legs apart and
darted a finger inside.
"That's it!" she sighed, and began looking for her spell-book,
intent on conjuring up a bed mate for the afternoon.
The only spell she could find called for a male animal, which would
be turned into a virile man for her pleasure.
"Come here, Screech," Ariel whispered, "That's a good kitty!"
The old tomcat hopped upon the bed, purring loudly.
Ariel incanted the necessary words and in a swirl of multi-colored
mists the cat was transformed into a large, good-looking man with
piercing green eyes.
Ariel felt her desire increase as the man motioned for her to join
him on the bed. Quickly, she slipped out of her robes and lay beside
him. He kissed her deeply, his hands moving over her body, teasing
her, his tongue darting flames into her mouth.
Ariel moaned, a low, throaty sound, and slid beneath him. His mouth
darted to her moistness and his tongue and lips rapidly brought her to
the brink....
"Now, NOW!" she screamed, clutching at him, "Fuck me now!"
The man smiled, a lazy feline smile, as he watched the writhing
witch beneath him. Gently stroking her face, he asked;
"Now, aren't you sorry you had me fixed?"
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