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Bewitching Copyright© 2010 Castlequeen As I wake, I get a touch of my lover's scent, and it warms my heart. Jason is an intern at a nearby hospital,, and some day he'll be the successful and caring doctor, but for now he's just working so very hard. It's just one of the things that I love about him. I don't get much time with him, but I get by, and of course, there's Leila, who is my girlfriend. Confused? It's not really that confusing. I'm bisexual, yes, and I have both a girlfriend and a boyfriend. They both know about each other as I'm very honest. No, there are no wild three ways, or any of the stuff most people fantasize about, although we do make a point of all three of us having dinner every Monday evening. I get quality time with both, and we're all very happy, thank you very much! As I get up, I take a slow, warm shower, and I think about masturbating, but no, I had a wonderful time last night with Jason, and I know Leila will most likely be in a playful mood today as it's my birthday. She, uh, has more money than I do, but I've told her she isn't to overdo it, I just want her. Her father's enormously successful in the auto dealer business, and she works for him, but she works hard as his promotions and advertising manager and she gets well paid for it. She'd love to spend it all on me, but I won't let her. I work hard for my money as well, but a junior (very junior) designer in a small fashion house isn't exactly six figure income! However, I'm working my way up the ladder and my bosses gave me three pieces all to myself that are going into Macy's Fall Junior line, so I'm going to get there eventually. They pushed the photo shoot up to yesterday so I could see my work on the models as a birthday gift. It was a lot of fun seeing all these gorgeous girls wearing stuff I'd worked on, plus, being bi, I enjoyed it as much as any of the guys did! Hmmm...my apartment isn't exactly tidy. I've put in a lot of hours lately and spending whatever time was left over with Jason and Leila, so cleaning sort of fell by the wayside. It's now 11:30 and Leila's going to pick me up at noon, I don't think I'll have enough time to do it the hard way. Luckily, there's an easier way for me. I go to my mantel, and light three white candles, and one green one. I speak softly and make a few gestures, and a breeze begins to stir, the dust lifts itself from the carpet, and makes it's way to the wastebasket. The clothes lift themselves and into the washer they go, the dishes load themselves into the dishwasher, and the Swiffer runs around the other areas, all under it's own power. Robotics? No, just witchcraft. You read that correctly. Witchcraft. No, I don't have a hook nose and warts, nor do I wear black pointed hats, or ride a broom. I'm just like any other twenty six year old woman, I worry about my weight, possible zits, girlfriends and boyfriends, my job and my barely running Chevy Cavalier. Just like every other girl. Except I'm a witch. Not Wiccan, as they're a little different. I*quot;m from a Ankara bayan escort small town in Maine called New Hope. How small? Very small. You've never been there trust me. How am I so sure? We exist in the world, but we're not quite part of it due to our spells. No one has ever desired to go there as the spells prevent anyone from ever thinking about it. There's one small exit off the freeway and we're in the valley beyond the hillsides, but no one is ever curious enough to take the exit. We pay our taxes, we vote, but no is ever the least bit concerned about us. We report in to the school system, but no one has ever actually watched our children in school, they just accept that all is well in New Hope, and then they forget we're even there. We used to live in Salem, but well, that didn't go well, so we decided to go underground via spellcraft, and it's worked well ever since. Only one time ever has anyone ever found our town, and it was a hiker who had a head injury and concussion in 1956. My father patched him up and sent him on his with no memory of anything other than somehow getting very lost. And losing two weeks. If one looks at our records in the government, (yeah, we're legals), you see a lot of Juniors, and III's. My father was born in 1928 and mother in 1951.It's an odd place to grow up, but not as weird as you might think. We have a fairly modern lifestyle you know. I watched cartoons, cable TV, MTV (Oooh the temptation to bewitch Jon Bon Jovi was soo hard to resist!) and we played with regular toys, and my mother had a microwave oven even, despite my grandmother's nagging. We ate regular food, candybars and sodapop, however, the delivery drivers never knew how it worked. They'd go out on their routes, knowing they had a delivery to New Hope, but never remembered actually going there, but all their forms and such were signed, and the accounts were always paid. Money never changed hands within the town, as we lived in a cooperative type of economy, but we always had plenty of cash to buy what we couldn't make. No, we didn't whip it up with a spell, or create gold, but we did sell a few things from our local craftsmen, furniture and such, and they bring premium prices, even if the people can never quite remember who they bought them from. What our little town DOES do, is manage that money very, very well. If a spell might give us a little hint of a company's profits being higher than anticipated, we buy a little stock. If we get wind that a new product is going to fly off the shelves, we buy a little stock. We don't abuse that information, but let's just say that if we wanted to, every man woman and child in that town could be billionaires. So why am I struggling with an old car? Aha. I knew we'd get to that. I'm sort of an outcast from my family, but not my people. I'm a citizen in good standing in New Hope, but my father and I do not see eye to eye. It all started in what would roughly be my junior year of high school, and Lizzy Escort bayan Ankara McClain was my best friend. Lizzy was also a drop dead gorgeous blonde and I had some different thoughts about her. Turns out, she had the same thoughts about me. Our sleepover got real friendly one night and we both learned a lot about each other, and a lot about pleasure, to the point where we kept doing those things. Then my father caught us in our barn. Imagine being caught in a lesbian relationship in a conservative Christian family, then imagine it ten times worse and more judgmental, and you have an idea what it's like being caught in an ultra conservative witch family. Father blew his stack, and mother wasn't much better, which is kind of funny because homosexuality is not a big deal to our people, it's just another way of expressing love. To MOST of our people, that is, and my mother and father didn't make that category. They raged, they stormed, father promised horrible retribution (he can't actually hurt me or kill me), etc, etc. I wound up living with Lizzy and her family until about six years ago, and our relationship had run it's course, and she ran into the fairly handsome Mike Colter. They got married, and I, decided to go to college. Mother and father calmed down quite a bit by that point, and let me go with no fuss. Naturally, I had a girlfriend and a boyfriend in college, and had a lot of fun, and graduated with honors, and got a job here in LA. However, I don't want to rely on the town or my parents, so I make my own way, even though I could go to the top quickly using my powers, I'll take the slow way and using my own talent for design. I only use my powers for a few simple thing like cleaning house and such and only once did I ever use them on my car when I really didn't have time or enough cash to fill the tank, and I felt horribly guilty about it! Naturally, I'd never even dream of using them on people! I love Leila and Jason equally, and they both love me without any help from spells! The apartment looked good, I looked OK, and Leila will be here any minute. Time for some fun!!! At noon exactly she came through the door bearing an armload of packages. Darn it! I'd told her not to over do it!!! We kiss passionately for a few minutes as she grabs my butt and squeezes it, a favorite pastime of hers. *quot;Happy Birthday Sweety!*quot; *quot;Thank you, but I thought you weren't going to go all out? I told you I don't need things, just you!*quot; She gave me an impish grin, which meant she had a whopper of explanation. *quot;Well, you see, we both love to read, right?*quot; I nodded. *quot;We've both read Lord Of The Rings and The Hobbit, right?*quot; Another nod. *quot;Well, hobbits give other people gifts on their birthday. I know how busy you are, so I helped out, open the one in the red wrappings!*quot; I open it to reveal a very sexy set of lingerie in red and black. *quot;Leila, honey, it's my size?*quot; *quot;I know!*quot; she she says with a smirk. *quot;And I get to peel it off of you, what better gift is Bayan escort Ankara there for me than that?*quot; I can't help myself as I giggle and kiss her. Her logic has me defeated, and the other packages are just silly things, not very expensive at all as her big gift is to be lunch at one of LA*quot;s finest eateries, one frequented by a fair amount of stars. However, the kissing continues and her hands have this really odd tendency to slip up my skirt on a regular basis. Not that I'm complaining, mind you! Our passion continues as we get kind of heated in a very short time so I push away. *quot;Honey, I love you, but do we or do we not have reservations?*quot; *quot;Damn, I was almost under your panties, but yes, we DO have reservations, I suppose we ought to be there on time!*quot; She grabbed my hands and off we went in her new Corvette. The top was down, the autumn sun was shining with just a hint of chill in the air. We don't get much of a season change in LA, and I miss that about home. We pull into the restaurant and let the over eager valet ogle us for a few seconds before he parked the car and in we go, and sure enough, we see Cameron Diaz with a friend and we're both thrilled as she's on our *quot;celebrity cheat*quot; lists. However, I've been in LA long enough not to gape or act like a starstruck nitwit. I DO however take a quick cellphone snap as mine is silent! We're seated and the food is simply wonderful, we also go through not one, but two and a half bottles of wine. We've been talking, playing footsies under the table (much to the appreciation of our waiter) and just having fun, but now we are both reasonably drunk. Situation to deal with. *quot;Neither of us is good to drive, and even if I was I'd mangle your transmission (I'm no great driver). What are we gonna do?*quot; She thinks intently for a few minutes, then perks up with a smile. *quot;I know! There's a very nice hotel not one block from here. We walk there, and they'll send someone to pick up the car for us, we sleep and uh, relax for a bit there until we're good. Come to think of it, they do have rooms with hot tubs there. That sounds like something we could both enjoy, no?*quot; It's as good of a plan as any, and she takes care of the bill with her customary massive tip (waiters love her) and the valet offers to drive the car over for us while we walk the one block to the lobby. The hotel valet quickly parks the car, and we're equally quickly installed in a comfortable suite with a huge jacuzzi. She tips the bellhop outrageously, even though we have no baggage, and even as he's closing the door, our clothes are flying off. She pulls me close and we kiss passionately. Our tongues dart in and out and we caress each other all over, but she is the dominant one here, not me. We fall onto the bed and she clearly lets me know she's the boss here, but I don't mind a bit. She kisses downward and gently bites on my nipples as I give out a soft gasp of pleasure. She knows exactly how I like it! She's eager to make me feel good, and wastes no time before my legs are wide open and she settles in to taste me. Her tongue flickers out against my clit, and a tiny shiver escapes, another and I squirm just a bit before her tongue dives into my pussy and she licks me deeply. God that feels good! She licks as my pleasure builds, and I run my fingers through her soft, lustrous hair.