Summary: Once upon a time, a MILF used her witchcraft to crash her sons secret birthday party. Now, months later, he's off to college and she can't help but use her witchcraft once more to check up on him - maybe even making things a little more permanent.
I knew my son was up to something. I was supposed to be out of town the weekend of his eighteenth birthday. Oh, I was going to be in town during the week when his birthday actually was and we were going to have a birthday then. But over the weekend, I had to go out of town for work. You know, witch stuff. Script by homersoc.
This script is a variation on the 1996 "A brief mistake" story by Artemis. The main plot points are the same, a guy meets someone claiming to be a witch at a party, calls her out, agrees to get a spell cast on them, gets temporarily enslaved and then permanently enslaved at her house, after a brief physical confrontation that enrages her.
Script by u/Dibokucres
You and your witchy best friend have been as close as can be for so many years now, and she's ready to try binding your soul to hers for all of eternity. However, a typo causes you two to become stuck to each other by the soles of your feet!
Happy 12th day of Halloween, folx! Here's some witchy magic courtesy of the astonishing /u/sandystockings2!
Content Warning
In this fantasy, you will be encouraged wear some very traditionally femme stockings. It's stated that it's not a type of thing you would normally personally wear, but it is implied that you will wear them at some point in the near future.
While your body configuration is never stated or brought up, mine is, and one might be tempted to infer implications that they might be similar. This is wrong. Memory is malleable, and magic is mutable. Just because when I insert myself into a memory a hand encircles and strokes something between my legs doesn't mean that that's what the hand did in reality. Just because a hand runs across my breast to tweak a nipple, that doesn't mean that your nipples are on breasts.
I, once again, refer to what's between my legs as my girl cock.
And with all that said, it seems you've arrived at Spellbound, that new age shop you were looking for...
You’re what they call a baby witch. You’re spending Halloween (Samhain ) night with your best friend and fellow witch Hazel. You’ve confided in her about the lack of sexual spark in your relationship with your mortal boyfriend. The night ascends into a very hands on lesson on lust magic and seduction. What better time than the Witching hour to have a little fun?
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