date night with a witch
The bed was floating and witches were real apparently and I was having the best sex of my life. My brain couldn’t figure out which detail to focus on.
I loved eating pussy, loved giving women pleasure. It was like an erotic fugue, like disappearing into a book where you cease to be yourself and are barely even aware of the words on the page before you. By the time she tapped out with a huffed laugh, though, I was soaked and aching for my own release. That strange zapping feeling had been spreading through me in waves the longer I licked her, making me press my legs together to try to stem the tide of arousal.
I’d gone so deep into the sensual haze of giving pleasure that not only was my vision still foggy around her, complete with little sparks and stars, but it almost looked like her eyes were glowing. A strange, dark light sucked me in as she sat up, pulling me up into a kneeling crouch to accept her hungry, electric kiss. Even this close, with the details of her lavender skin and purple eyelashes blurring together, her impossibly dark eyes seemed to be glowing. Or maybe they were black holes, consuming all light. The longer she kissed me, the longer she looked into my eyes, the more I felt like I was falling through space. Like pressing against my closed eyelids until the darkness seemed alight with patterns trying inexorably to pull me into the black.
A gentle fist full of my hair pulled me back. I shut my eyes against the undeniable glow of her, trying to block out all the questions piling up in the back of my head about her skin and her eyes and the stars twinkling around her. “My turn,” she cooed as she guided me back down to the bed, on my back this time. I kept my eyes shut as she peeled off my bralette and my panties, basking in her husky praise like Pearl in a patch of sunlight. “So beautiful…” Gentle hands drifted down my chest, over the curve of my hips, my belly. “So soft. You took my breath away the minute I walked in the door.”
A delicate, wet tongue traced around my nipple before I had a chance to respond, pulling a surprised moan from me. Her wandering hand cupped my pussy as she sucked, making her hum in that pleased way.
“So wet from getting me off,” she praised against my skin. Her fingers dipped between my soaked labia, petting my clit gently. She kissed across my chest and suckled on my other nipple. “Tell me how to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
I opened my eyes, but the woman hovering over me, plucking my damp nipple with one hand while she sucked on the other, was so unearthly beautiful and undeniably inhuman that I had to shut them again. If I didn’t look at it, it wasn’t real. She was just the strange beauty that came with my roommate’s friend with the throaty deep voice and secretive smiles. I was probably hallucinating anyway. Maybe there’d been more in that weed brownie I’d had earlier than just weed. I didn’t want to deal with it.
So I kept my eyes closed and spread my legs, gasping, “Circles, please.”
