The night has come, I take my book of spells and rush to the car that is waiting for me. My girlfriends and I decided to go on a ‘spooky’ party this Halloween.
Outside it is foggy and I already feel cold, as we arrive. I rush to the entrance of the basement where the party is and the costumes and the atmosphere gets me into the vibe.
I’m wearing a witch costume, made of a long fringe black skirt and a purple short top.
My roommate helped me with the makeup, as I lacked the skills she had with a pen of eyeliner to make such an art.
I have black boots and a jacket, but what makes the best out of my costume is the hat. Also, I can’t deny the influence of my makeup, my long nails and the purple lipstick got me some jealous looks from the young women. About men, they don’t care about my makeup, they stare at my boobs (maybe next year I should wear a corset for a better impression) and at my legs since my skirt shows completely one of my thighs till my waist.
I like to have all these men and their hungry eyes on me. I want to dance with everybody, I wish I could go to them as easily as I could go to trick or treat. And ask them for their tongues, instead of candy.
I am tripping and as soon as I realize that, I find myself alone in the crowd. I can’t see any of my friends anymore.
A crowd has formed a circle. I thought, perhaps a couple or two were showing off some exotic dance moves, when I finally see why all the people are shouting and pounding in that direction. There is a man costumed as a priest. He’s putting on a show.
I feel mesmerized and go straight towards him. He is like a magnet for all these girls and I can’t reach him.
I use some tricks, like a proper witch that I am, and I finally manage to get to him.
I use the same line that I used before. I am not creative tonight.
*I am a witch, as you can see, and if I read you from my books of spells* – and I open the book- *you will be my slave, charmed forever by my beauty.*
The priest doesn’t look convinced, in fact, he looks amused and I pretend to be offended and I whisper a curse.
His hazel eyes glitter with desire and I know that I found my partner for tonight.
His touch is electric and I want more of him.
We danced together for a while and had some passionate kisses, but now I feel like it’s time for more magic.
As we arrive at his place I am so glad to be in a warm environment. He brings a bottle of red wine, but only one glass. He pours the wine and we drink together.
*But first, you have to tell me a spell. I would gladly be enchanted by your beauty, but I am curious about your little book and the secrets you hold there*, he teased.
I don’t feel that bold anymore. I think I completely lost myself in the role, the sexy witch from the club, but now the spell is broken in the dim light of his pretty apartment and I feel shy.
His eyes heavy on me, like a fire burning. Mine, humid with pleasure.
My body twitches to life at the sound of his voice. I want to hear that voice against my ear.
*Get on your knees*, he commands.
I do as I’m told, I obey him.
He takes off his priest costume and I can finally see his appealing body.
*Witches are wicked and you are a witch, that’s why you will receive your punishment.*
He pulls me against him, plunging his tongue into my mouth and I can feel my wet pussy pulsing.
My body is screaming kiss me hard, fuck me harder, but my words won’t come out.
I can’t tell him anything, I just let the pleasure and his firm touch guide me.
He brings my mouth close to his cock and I eagerly take him in, as his eyes are following me.
My panties get wetter with every movement.
He pushes me back and throws me onto his bed. Every inch of me feels alive. But he turns his back and leaves me there panting.
If you wanna read the whole story, you can find it here :)
[https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LNXHX3M/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=Disa+faaz&qid=1603465371&sr=8-2](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LNXHX3M/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=Disa+faaz&qid=1603465371&sr=8-2)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jgp2m1/he_tied_me_up_for_halloween_erotic_short_story_by