I don’t believe in magic.
I’ve never believed in magic either but last year’s Halloween something happened that’s left me with major doubts. I had just left work and stopped at my neighbor’s for a visit. He was throwing a costume party. I have mild epilepsy and although my meds reduce the frequency and impact of the seizures, they had run out the day before and I’d forgotten to refill and had a pretty bad attack that morning which had left me all out of sorts. As far as the party was concerned I’d make a short appearance before heading to my place next door. I didn’t even bother with a costume. I claimed to be going as Michael Scott from The Office. As I’m seated on the sofa this girl next to me asks me to pass her some peanuts. She’s got this cute red and black costume on with green wings. Curious I ask her what she is and she says, “I’m a fairy.”
“Like a fairy god-mother?”
“Not yet there working on it. Maybe just a fairy friend.”
“Do you have any magic my fairy friend?” I ask.
“A little, that’s what I’m here for. I can’t seem to find my magic.”
I’m getting tickled as hell by this so I tell her, “could you show me your little magic?”
So she shows me she’s got nothing up her sleeves, mainly because she has no sleeves. She then rubs her hand through my hair and pulls out a joint. Lit and smoking too. I am in awe as she takes a hit before offering it to me. We smoke for a while as we continue to chat. Her knowledge of fantasy folklore is unrivaled. I’ve met some nerds but she must be studying these things for uni no one knows that much. Anyway, she tells me she’s looking for some rare cards supposedly for a ritual she needs to perform. I find this interesting because my older brother left me some Wiccan cards when he moved away. I’ve been trying to sell them but they are kinda old so it’s hard getting a buyer. I was going to throw them out by the end of the week with his other stuff. She takes a keen interest in them especially a golden Tarot Card of a bull mounting a cow. She asks if I have it I say I do. One thing leads to another and we’re soon going to my place to get the Wiccan cards. We are soon there and I rummage through my brother’s old stuff and bring out his paraphernalia. I find the card and some other crystals he used to use. She looks at the card, smells it in ecstasy and is overjoyed to have it in her hands. At this point, I offer it to her as well as the rest of the stuff. She’s so overjoyed. She comes up to me.
“Thank you,” she said before kissing me on the lips. She kissed me again before going for my neck and giving me a hickie. I am in cloud 9 at this point just holding on to her. She smells like hot chocolate that I had while in Zurich for a winter holiday. She starts taking off my shirt. I lead her upstairs to my room and she pushes me to the bed taking the top position. Her top comes off and I see that she is pale underneath with a muscular, slim figure the kind you’d expect on a track and field athlete. She pulls down my pants and takes my dick in her hand. She opens her mouth as if about to suck then stops. She starts to tease me pretending to lick it as she catches air.
The teasing is driving me crazy but then she puts it in her mouth and starts to suck. She then takes it out slides up and puts it in her pussy and starts to grind on me. It feels spectacular. Just as she’s grinding on me and I’m about to cum I feel an epileptic seizure also coming. I want to warn her but the spasms are just hitting me in waves, I don’t think she gets it. She presses my hands on the bed and kisses me as the seizures simultaneously hit me. My vision starts to fade as I’m trying to ask her for my meds. As I black out I notice that she still has her brown wings on. They now look larger almost the span of my room. I’m not sure It’s not the seizure. There’s so much I want to ask but my energy fades. I’m gone.
The next morning I wake up at 10:00 AM feeling like a runner on steroids but she’s gone together with the stuff I gave her. She’s left a card in the bathroom, ‘Thanks for the magic.’ I go to my neighbor’s house and ask him if he knew her and says he has no idea who she was. In fact, no one at the party knew her. Last Halloween was the last time I also had a seizure. I really wish somebody would tell me more about her. If you’re reading this girl, I just want to tell you, “Thanks for the magic.”
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