Confessions Of A Fashion Witch
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Grant had almost turned tail and headed in the opposite direction when he saw the older woman sprawled in the snow. His fear was based on her identity, this was Constance Perkins the so-called witch. However, his parents had raised him well and he couldn't just leave her there. So he approached and offered assistance.
"Help me up. Don't pull, just steady yourself," she said in a pleasant voice as she placed her hands on his forearm.
Once on her feet, he assisted in gathering up the contents of the bag of groceries that had gone flying. As he worked he thought about the stories he had heard about her since he was a child. She lived in a large house that had been built back in the fifties right before the housing boom and she owned all the acreage behind it.
It seemed a developer wanted the property as he was about to commence building a housing project and tried to take it using some underhanded scheme and bullying to get what he needed. All that ended when he was involved in a car crash a few days later. Everyone knew the story and blamed the witch for his accident.
"She must have put a curse on him," was the most common comment.
The scattered contents were placed back in the bag and he handed it to her. When she took a step forward to accept it she almost fell again and was forced to place her hand on his shoulder to prevent from falling. Up close Grant notice that she was quite attractive for an older female.
"Ow. I must have twisted my ankle," she informed the teen. "I only live a few houses away and If you will carry those to my house I'll give you ten dollars."
A bolt of fear shot through his body as she said this and he began to regret offering his assistance.
"Relax. I haven't turned anyone into a toad in quite some time," she said with a smile.
This caused Grant to laugh and he forget his fear. So they commenced walking the half block to her house and she used his shoulder for balance. Fear took hold of him again as she unlocked the side door and invited him inside as he was afraid of what he would see once inside.
Images of cauldrons, bugs, black cats, and bats flooded his mind so he was relieved when he discovered that her kitchen resembled his Grandma's kitchen, it was beyond clean. He placed the bag on the counter and was bade to take a seat as she placed a tea kettle on to boil and placed cups on the table.
"You probably grew up on Lipton tea," she said as he placed a large glass jar filled with loose tea in front of him. "I think you will find this a lot better."
She produced two tea balls and filled them with loose tea and then placed them in the cups. The kettle whistled and the hot water was poured into their china mugs. After placing containers of milk and sugar on the table she took a seat opposite him.
"I'm glad you didn't turn tail and run," she said in a pleasant voice. "Who knows how long I might have laid there."
Her comment caused Grant to almost choke on his tea as he stared at her smiling face and struggled for a response.
"I'm no mind reader, but the look in your eyes said it all," she continued.
"I'm sorry," Grant managed to say.
"Don't be, as I'm sure you heard dozens of stories of my being a witch so your hesitance is understandable, but you did the proper thing and offered assistance," Constance replied.
"My parents would have been really angry if I had done nothing," Grant managed to say.
Constance excused herself and left the table with some difficulty and returned a few minutes late and handed him a ten-dollar bill. As he reached for it she asked him to turn his free hand over and she studied it for some time. After Grant had placed the bill in his pocket she asked him to show her that hand, this one she also stared at for some time.
"What do you see? Grant asked in a timid voice.
"A great deal. Now, who is the dark-eyed brunette that has you all tied up in knots?"
Once again Grant choked on his tea as there was no way in the world this woman should know about Debora Green. As the older female looked him in the eyes he suddenly felt compelled to tell her everything about his stunning classmate. He told her about the friendship that started when they were kids and continued to the present day and how Debora started out as a skinny little girl and almost overnight turned into a raven-haired beauty.
For reasons unknown, Grant couldn't stop talking. He went on to add how he found it difficult to think of her as just a friend.
"You have never told her how you feel?" Constant asked.
"There is no point. She's attracted to tall, blonde pretty boys like Larry Fitzwater," he responded, trying not to sound bitter.
"Maybe it's because he told her how he felt whereas you didn't. Well, I owe you more than a simple ten-dollar bill can repay so I am going to help the situation along," she informed Grant as she stood up again and wandered to the next room. When she returned with a small black cauldron his heart jumped.
"You going to brew me a love potion?" he asked.
"Too unreliable," she answered. "Now touch the face of your school ring to your forehead and think about her and see her in your mind's eye. I want you to think about her and your desire for her," she instructed.
Though he thought it was foolish, Grant did as he was asked.
After about ten minutes she asked him to slip his ring off and hand it to her. When he did she wrapped it in some leaves and placed it in the small black pot. She then went to a spice rack and removed several jars and commenced sprinkling the various powders on it amid her non-stop mutterings.
"Don't you need a lock of hair or a clothing sample?" Grant asked.
"That's for amateurs," she answered.
Constance removed the ring after about five minutes and wiped off the excess powder with some leaves and then handed it back to him.
"Now all you have to do is touch your ring to her bare skin and then wait for the results. They won't be immediate, but they will happen," she said. "You do make physical contact with her?"
"Yeah. We always high-five each other in the morning, but she's not the only girl I do that to," he stated.
Constance seemed to sense his next question and interrupted him before he could continue speaking.
"No, it won't work on just any girl," she answered. "Now, if she is a virgin it will take a while for the spell to take hold."
"I don't think she's a virgin," Grant offered.
"Then you will see results within a day," Constance responded. "Now, remember this will be a one-time thing, and the next day she may act as if nothing happened or she may resent you."
"I'll risk it," Grant answered as he examined his ring.
"Then there is only one other thing you must do," Constance stated as she took her seat.
"Is that it?" he asked.
"I want you to stop back here and let me know if it works," she responded as she stood up, indicating that tea time was over.
Grant headed home and didn't think about this meeting until the next day when he arrived in homeroom. He spotted Debora standing with a group of her friends. When she saw him approach she smiled and raised her hand to high five him. Grant quickly spun the ring around on his finger so that the face was on the underside of his finger.
"Hey," was all she said.
"Hey, yourself," he responded as his hand met hers with an almost inaudible smack of flesh against flesh.
Grant took his assigned seat and out of the corner of his eye he watched to see if there was a reaction, but there was none. Eventually, homeroom ended and the students headed to their first class.
It was as Debora sat in American History that it happened. As she sat there listening to the teacher drone on she felt her nipples begin to tingle and harden. She was puzzled as there was no reason for this. There was no blast of cold air and the teacher was older, unattractive, and the lecture was boring so that wasn't the cause.
She was thankful that she had taken to wearing a sweater as the school always seemed cold despite the heat being on. Besides keeping her warm it hid the sight of her erect nipples pushing against her bra and blouse.
She closed her eyes and under her eyelids, she saw flashes of Grant. She saw his lips on hers and his hands on her boobies. Her eyes snapped open and she shook her head as if to shake the vision away, it didn't work. Despite his absence, she could still smell his cologne. As the erotic images continued she felt the heat begin to build in her panties and she became wet.
"Oh please. Not here and not now," she said to herself. "I don't need to walk around in wet panties all day."
She lowered her eyes to the pages of the open book and stared at the text in an effort to calm down, but it didn't work and once again she saw Grant. This time she could feel his hands sliding along her smooth legs and under her skirt as his lips kissed her cheek and neck. She felt his fingers begin to gently brush the crotch of her very wet panties and she was beginning to enjoy the sensation and responded by wrapping her arms around him and crushing her tits against his chest.
The pealing of the bell signaling the end of class roused her from her fantasy and gathered her things and headed toward her next class. As she walked she thought about Grant and couldn't understand these feelings. He wasn't bad looking and in pretty good shape, but they had been buds since before junior high and that's all it was between them. He never hit on her or tried to touch her and she felt comfortable with him.
Debora's last class of the day was study hall, but since she was in the marching band she had the option of sitting in the cafeteria or reporting to the band room. She stayed there long enough for attendance to be taken as she waited for the band director to become too busy to notice her slipping out of the room.
Once in the hall, she made a beeline to the large doors that were the entrance to the backstage area. She knew that Grant was a member of the stage crew and spent his study halls there. She called out his name as she entered the door and he soon appeared from seemingly out of nowhere.
"Hey," was his greeting.
Debora didn't respond but stepped into him and wrapped her arms around him and pushed her breasts into his chest. A second later her full red lips pressed against his and she commenced to sucking his tongue. Grant wrapped his arms around her and allowed his hands to slide down her back and rest on her firm ass hidden underneath her skirt
"I've been thinking about this all morning," she admitted.
"So have I," Grant responded as his cock began to get harder by the second.
"Really? You've never said anything about having those kinds of feelings," she stated between kisses.
Suddenly Debora ended the kissing session and pulled back from Grant and he released her. In the back of her mind, there was nagging about Barry. They were supposed to be going together and her sweet tongue kisses and soft body were reserved for him. and him alone.
"I'm sorry, but I can't cheat on Barry," she said as she bolted from the backstage area leaving Grant alone, depressed, and horny.
As depressed as Grant was he kept his promise and stopped at Constance's house on the way home from school. Seated at her kitchen table he told her everything.
"Such a strong will in someone so young," she said as Grant finished his tale.
"Can you dose my ring again?" Grant asked.
"Don't tempt fate. If all goes well by tomorrow morning she will have forgotten about visiting you and what happened, she will put it down to a bad dream and you two will still remain friends," Constance told him.
Constance could sense how bad Grant wanted his schoolmate and decided to do something about it.
"There is something else I can do. Can you think about her for me? I want you to close your eyes and see everything. From the way she is dressed to how she talks and moves," Constance asked.
Grant did as she commanded. A few minutes later she asked him to open his eyes and when he did he received a face full of powder. Although it didn't smell bad it did make him dizzy and he was about to protest this treatment as he wiped off his face but when he opened his eyes his protests froze in his mouth, for there was the object of his desire seated at the kitchen table.
"Debora?" he asked, "What are you doing here?"
Constance invited me and I'm here to fuck your brains out," she crooned.
"What about Barry?" he questioned.
"Forget Barry," she responded as she stood and began to unbutton her blouse.
Grant watched as her small hands unfastened to buttons of her white blouse and then pulled it open to reveal a pretty white bra hidden underneath. She then stood up and took ahold of Grant's hands and placed them on her bra; the material was cool to the touch and her breasts felt firm.
As Grant gently caressed her breasts she pulled his shirt up from where it was tucked in his pants. Grant understood what she was doing and ceased his hand movement so she could pull his shirt off. Once it was off, she stepped back into him and commenced to rub her silky bra against his chest as she kissed.
She only stopped long enough to allow one arm to move behind her back and unzip her skirt. It fell to the floor, revealing slender and shapely legs covered in tan pantyhose.
Her hands then went for his belt buckle and then his zipper, and a second later she was tugging his jeans down. Grant kicked off his shoes so he could step out of his jeans. Now he was standing before her clad only in his boxers and the lump in them was quite noticeable.
"Is that for me?" his high school sweetie asked as her finger traced the outline of his hard cock.
Grant was speechless as he watched her lose her pantyhose and the tiny pair of white bikini panties she had on under them. He only had a moment to admire them before she unfastened her bra and tossed it aside. She embraced him again and Grant could feel her firm tits with their hard nipples pressed against his chest and the heat from her pussy through the material of his boxers.
His erection grew even harder as she kissed and licked his ears and neck before placing her lips on his and sliding her tongue in his mouth. Grant released her and without ending the kiss managed to slide his boxers down, freeing his hard cock. The high school hottie encircled it with a small hand and began to gently pump it.
"Do you want me?" she asked in almost a whisper.
"Yes," was all Grant could say.
She bade him take a seat and he quickly complied. Once seated, Grant watched as she swung a slender leg across his lap and once again took hold of his hard cock and directed it toward her pussy as she lowered herself. Less than a second later he felt his hardness enter her; she was hot, wet, and very tight and moaned as each inch entered her.
"I've never done it in a chair," Grant admitted.
"Then let me do all the work," she crooned into his ear.
"I'm not wearing protection," he reminded her.
"Don't worry, I can't get pregnant," she responded as she commenced to ride his rock hard cock.
Grant was in heaven. Here was the girl of his dreams seated on his lap with his hard cock inside her. She would slowly rise up and then lower herself, wiggling her hips in between kissing him. Grant lowered his head and began to kiss and lick her breasts, paying special attention to her extended nipples.
Debora responded in kind and began to kiss and lick his nipples causing him to moan with pleasure. Finally, in what seemed like hours later, Grant managed to tell her that he was ready to come.
"So am I," she responded as she increased the speed of her ride.
Shortly after that Grant released the contents of his balls into her tight cave with a grunt. Debora issued a long ecstatic moan and her body shook as her orgasm arrived and Grant felt her pussy grip his cock. She remained in his lap for a short time as they returned to Earth from their orgasmic high before she uncoupled herself and returned to her chair.
As Grant sat there a wave of dizziness and sleep overcame him and he crossed his arms on the table and placed his head on them.
A minute later he raised his head and discovered that Debora was gone and Constance was sitting there smiling at him. He noticed that her blouse was open and he saw glimpses of a black bra through the gap as she slid a glass of tea toward him.
"Drink that and you will feel better," she informed him.
Grant did as he was asked and sure enough, a few minutes later he felt fine. That's when he realized that he was sitting there naked and he looked around for his clothing. Constance handed him a robe that was draped on the back of her chair and he quickly donned it.
"Where's Debora?" he asked.
"She was never here," Constance responded.
'Yes she was, we made love in this chair," Grant informed her.
"No, you didn't. That was me," the older female informed him.
"That's not possible. I saw and heard her," Grant replied.
"The powder I blew into your face allowed you to see and hear her, but everything else was me," Constant responded as she reached across the table and took both of his hands.
"Why?" was all Grant could ask.
"I felt so bad that my charm had no effect on her and I could sense how bad you wanted her so I just improvised, plus you are one attractive guy and I have been without a lover for a few years," she informed him.
"It was you that I was fucking?" Grant asked.
"Yes, it was. Was it bad?" she asked. "I can take the memory away if you wish."
"No, it was great. You've done this before?" Grant responded.
"No, you're my first using that charm," she responded.
As they talked Grant took in the sight of the older female across from him; he'd never realized how attractive she really was, and with her hair down she looked even better than when they first met and he found himself becoming aroused.
"With that enchantment, I can look like anyone you can think of if the idea of making love to an older woman is distasteful to you," she informed him.
Grant stood up and Constance could see his hard cock sticking through the robe. She also stood up and Grant could see that she was wearing tiny black panties, which she quickly lost. Grant admired her body, which was in superb shape despite being a little pale, before she pushed him back into his chair, mounting him again.
Grant swore that her pussy was hotter and wetter than the last time when he believed he was fucking his high school sweetie and their orgasms were more intense based on the sounds they made. Constance moved and allowed his wilting cock to slide out of her wet pussy and she took a seat on his thighs.
"How was that?" she asked.
"That was fantastic," he replied in between gently kissing her.
"No problems doing an older woman?" she asked.
"None whatsoever. But I've always had a thing for the head cheerleader," Grant informed her.
"Next time bring a picture and you can have her too," was all she said as she returned his hot kisses.
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I stood by her door, opened it, strolled in and turned on the light. "Shit, its cold in here, I might freeze my tits off," I muttered, covering my breasts and shivering. "There has got to be a dirty pair around here somewhere. Damn, she has jeans, shirts, pop cans and other shit all over the floor, but no panties?" I whispered, scanning the perimeter. "I can't see any in plain sight, but would it be bitchy to go through her stuff?" Then I glanced down. "Oh, a picture of you in that small blue...
Lesbian‘Mummy, let’s go.’ The kids were getting restless. As much as they had enjoyed the party at Sharon’s house, they were looking forward to the trick or treat bit. Sharon smiled somewhat exasperated. I suppose she was happy that her contribution to the day was coming to a close now also. It had been a long day already, a long week for that matter. Halloween was an imported holiday I still couldn’t relate to properly, but of course the kids loved it. It had been not been easy to make a proper...
by Graeme McGregor (c) Widow Irene Daniels’ two children lived in other countries. She appeared happy but would awake most nights and weep. No one knew of her deep loneliness and she was determined to keep it that way. Now she was crying in despair, thinking she’d done the wrong thing earlier in the day with a problem better suited for a male to deal with. Irene had suspected the two lazy and disrespectful guys from Ford Construction engaged in converting the front porch of her house into a...
Captain America called Scarlet Witch into his office. "You saved the day again, Scarlet! Now please tell me exactly how you saved the life of that Dutch porn star, Lillian de Dong.""Well Captain, as you know Lillian suffered from that rare Hawaiian disease known as lackanooky. How the hell she got that in the Netherlands I have no idea. What with all those horny flight attendants from KLM Royal Dutch Airlines on the loose in the neighborhood looking for a goose This assignment was easy. I just...
Charia stifled the impulse to pinch her nose, rub her eyes, or message her forehead. She contemplated using magic to ease her headache, but she was sure that would only make it worse. Not to mention, it would show weakness to the other members of the council. She was the de-facto leader of the CWC. The Central Witch Council. A position she had hard fought for and was easily enough to lose. "Next!" Charia shouted out and the previous witch agent slung back to her seat. It was a...
Warning: This story contains torture, rape, and violence. You have been warned, and so I say, read at your own risk. Also, this is a sequel to "A Warrior Reborn." I suggest you read it before reading this. The Black Wtich Tristan paced the battlefield, his long strides covering twice the distance of most other men. His long, golden locks fluttered in the gentle, wandering breeze. That wind carried with it the evidence of that day's battle - a horrid stench of death and...
My name is Lily Helm. I’m blond, eighteen, well almost in a couple of days that is and very sexy. I intend becoming a model and maybe an actress, or even a porn star, why not, after all I love sex? I lost my virginity at fourteen although I had my first sexual experience a year earlier but it was with another girl. My cousin. Wow! What an experience that was. It was during school holidays while my brother Jason was away camping with his school. My cousin Rachel was on her own, her mother and...
The night grew darker as a cloud drifted across the full moon. Amanda walked through the front door and strolled into the kitchen. She saw her brother, Nick, reading a newspaper, while their mother cleaned the kitchen sink. Nick noticed a dour expression on his little sister's face as she looked down at him. Although Amanda was three years younger than him, she was a few inches taller. It was something that had often embarrassed Nick. Their mother was 5'9," and their father was...
350 years ago: It was a cloudy night along the Atlantic coast in America and not a star could be seen. The full moon however could be seen shining its light through the clouds and casting its pale light to the ground. Under the guise of this fairly dim night, a young girl could be seen scampering from shadow to shadow attempting to not be seen. This girl, a virtual nobody and the youngest daughter of the local corn farmer, was not spotted, luckily for her. For her mission that night was not one...
IncestCaptain America called Scarlet Witch into his office. ‘You saved the day again, Scarlet! Now please tell me exactly how you saved the life of that Dutch porn star, Lillian de Dong.’ ‘Well Captain, as you know Lillian suffered from that rare Hawaiian disease known as lackanooky. How the hell she got that in the Netherlands I have no idea. What with all those horny flight attendants from KLM Royal Dutch Airlines on the loose in the neighborhood looking for a goose This assignment was easy. I...
Alan Connor is just a regular high school student, 1,80cm tall, fairly average in body proportions and looks. In school, he is above average, had a handful of friends, and is overall happy. He used to be a very quiet child, but ever since his puberty started, he became more social - and moody. He gets along well with his friends and most other people, however, for some reason, his relationship to his mother is really bad. His mother, Jill Connor, is a quirky and young woman, with a height of...
MILFPhone Witch by Jack Andrews original copyright 2001, revised 2008 original edited by Jennifer Stewart =-= The night was filled with erotic energy and promise. Ok, I'm lying: it was a evening alone since my girlfriend had made plans with her girlfriends and my presence was not welcome. I'd already checked out some of the erotica sites that I frequent and didn't see anything new, and I scanned the tube for anything NOT a rerun or a stupid-ass reality show with no luck. I called a couple...
SRU: The New Witch by Chrissy The Wizard carefully placed the last card on the top making the perfect structure when the bell to his door went making him jump and sending the cards scattering everywhere. He quickly bent down muttering under his breath whilst retrieving the cards. His shop was currently in Liverpool, England. It had been a while since he had been back to the British Isle to cause some unusual transformations and he needed to catch up. Gathering most of the...
The door banged behind me and I face into the room that was going to be my home for the next two years. 10x6 feet with two bunks and a bucket for sloops. I wasn't alone however, on one of the bunks was a middle-aged man reading his paper. He didn't acknowledge me though, which didn't bode well. But then after a few minute he put down his paper and looked at me. "What are you in for?" he asked straight out. "Burglary," I replied, "three years. You?" "Manslaughter," he said with a...
The Angry Witch By Anon Allsop The day started out fairly normal for a 16 year old sophomore boy, I noticed Cassie waiting in the lunchroom for classes to start so I wandered over there and sat about ten feet away. At least there I could look at her and not be noticed. I used to lay awake thinking about Cassie, she was so pretty and I was head over heals for her. My friends all thought she was a freak, I would bet that many of them had a crush for her as well, but they...
There was a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning. The door opened and Trent stepped out of the linen closet and into the hall. He was in the upstairs of the house. The girl's bedroom door was directly across from him. Trent had come to the show Sabrina the Teenage Witch and he was looking for 16 year old Sabrina Spellman. She was to be his latest conquest. No one was a home when he arrived. He had to be careful on this show, Sabrina would have to be entranced quickly. He'd have to take...
The day began like any other, nothing out of the ordinary, just an average day, but that was about to change. I went to work that day expecting to be busy, with Easter being that Sunday, so I was ready to do what was needed. There was a new girl there, I introduced myself to her, she said her name was Stephanie. We talked a little throughout the day, weather, work, and whatnot. I’d say that we hit it off. Later that day, while I was on break, she sat at the same table where I was, and she...
Hi all. I have done yet another story even though the responses to my stories have slowed down to 1 or 2 intead of the normal 8 or so. This story is one of my more creative works and is original to say the least. Also I have set it up to be a new universe but I will tell more about that after the story. I hope you enjoy it and please if you liked it let me know, I always reply if you take the time to send me a short msg. Thanks, ROBO --------------------------- PAYBACKS A...
The night was filled with erotic energy and promise. Ok, I'm lying: it was a evening alone since my girlfriend had made plans with her girlfriends and my presence was not welcome. I'd already checked out some of the erotica sites that I frequent and didn't see anything new, and I scanned the tube for anything NOT a rerun or a stupid-ass reality show with no luck. I called a couple friends, but they were busy so I decided to make an early call to my favorite phone sex line. This was a great...
The Littlest Witch By Anon Allsop When they told me that the Covington family had volunteered to be my foster family, I was pretty happy, that was until the guys began to tell me about them. It seemed that the family had been around almost as long as the town had, in fact, the original member of the family had been burned at the stake for witchcraft. There were many who still held that belief to heart. The funny thing was that I didn't really have a problem with them, they...
Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...
While getting a long weekend off from college, I was invited to a party by my friend, Sam, at his girlfriends' house. I was told to bring somebody, but having no one to bring, I brought beer instead. Sam had just started to date this girl, Lisa, and she was a party a****l. Every weekend it was party time at Lisa's. I arrived a little early since I was bringing the refreshment, and bumped into a tall, olive completed, long black haired, curvy girl who was sporting a cast that ran up to the top...
The Good Witch By Paul G. Jutras Larry loved books on magic and witches especially. He wished he really had magical powers so that he could get what he always wanted most... a female body. As he put down the latest book in a series about boys and girls going to school to learn to be proper witches and warlocks, he let out a sigh. He knew just what he wanted to be for Halloween. As he went back to his book; however, there came a large banging. It was as if a door was suddenly kicked...
This work is copyrighted material. Anyone wishing to copy, archive, or re-post this story must contact the author for permission. Shoplifting from a Witch By Paul Jutras This morning Sam jumped out of bed and had a quick shower. He slipped into a padded bra that made him look like he had breasts that stuck out like two torpedoes, and then into a blouse and skirt. He didn't put on his normal taupe color nylon pantyhose because he planned to steal a pair. The shop was located at...
To have a witch in your town is a dangerous situation. You cannot let her go. You cannot keep her locked up for long, she’ll find a way to harm you. You cannot risk to have her seduce the wardens, the magistrate, or even the judge — she is a good-looking woman, after all, even now, lying naked on a heap of straw, cold and hungry, dirty and bruised, chained to the dungeon wall. You cannot put her to death, without proof of her guilt. You cannot have proof without her confession. Only pain will...
I had been having a pretty good day up until the point when my car blew up. Lets back up though because my car didn't just decided to blow up, it was blown up, by a witch, who I was hunting, well tracking down, she had unpaid traffic fines. Listen adventuring isn't what it used to be. Let me explain a bit though, my name is Alex, I am an independent contract adventure working for the local DMV in this case. I was supposed to deliver these tickets to a witch who lived out in the forest, pretty...
FantasyI hung around the cottage, watching the players materialize from out of thin air. It was kind of cool and something I hadn't done a lot of recently. I made a mental note to do this more often. And then there she was, an invisible presence, sensed rather than seen. A slight shimmer in the air gave her away, she was newly graduated and her inexperience showed. The shimmering grew stronger and she materialised before me, I whistled my appreciation. "Why thank you kind sir." "You're...