Long ago…
I dated a girl name Clara who among other things was hardcore into Wicca and was…unique…
You can read a little here…
[First Time](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z216n3/a_night_with_a_witch_mf/)
[Week Later](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z7sojw/my_week_with_a_witch_mf/)
We were a month in our “relationship”, give or take. Clara was intoxicating. We were fucking more than once a day, sometimes it got a bit tricky because she could not be quiet ever. The downside was that my grades were slipping bad. She worked evenings so days were the best to hang out, so sometimes (most of the time) the choice became sex all day with her tight body and her delicious moans or go to school.
You can kind of guess which I picked.
After her telling me she loved me in french things got more passionate. I learned she took years of French in high school so she started saying things while we fucked or just alone on the couch. I understood almost none of it. She said it was her way of communicating and that over time my heart would know what she said.
One evening we went to hang out with some of her friends, one I knew from my time in high school, Marc. I was shocked they knew each other. It was a normal gathering, near the end of the evening I found myself alone with Marc catching up.
“So it’s your turn with Clara huh?” he smiled.
“Used to date?” I quickly asked, assuming based on his smile and comments her sister had made in the past of her getting around a bit.
“Sure. We can call it that. Can I give you advice?” he asked lowering his voice and moving closer in. I nodded in response. “The sex is good, but just move on. She seems nice and loyal, but she is not one bit. Trust me.”
That night we headed back to my place and she was all over me. The entire car ride my cock was out and she was stroking me and kissing my neck.
Once inside my house we were all over each other. I reminded her that she had to try to be a little quiet. She just smiled. She pushed me on the couch in the basement and straddled me, reach under and taking me out again. I had been hard for a while now and was ready to burst.
WE made out, my hands on her tight little ass, her body wiggling on top of me.
Suddenly she stopped and got off of me and dropped to her knees.
FUCK. My brain was firing now, she had yet to give me a blowjob, maybe now was the time.
She squeezed my dick hard and slowly stroked me. Her handjobs were fairly good and she had worked me up so I knew I wouldn’t last. She licked my shaft from bottom to top and sped up her strokes.
FUCK. I exploded all over myself and her hand, my body convulsing in an amazing orgasm.
“Too easy,” she chuckled.
She stood up and in a calm, time to take off my clothes way, she removed her oversized shirt and pants revealing no bra or panties under them. She grabbed some pillows and threw them on the carpet and laid down on her back. Her smooth legs open staring at me, her bush slightly matted down. She took her hand and started playing with her left tit and with her other hand spread her pussy lips for me and smiled at me.
I didn’t get soft at all as I watched her put on this show for me.
She murmured something in french and put her finger in her pussy and removed it slowly.
“I said,” she smiled seductively. “Come make love to me my sweet.”
I jumped off the couch probably too fast. I was not smooth.
I was on top of her and in her within seconds. Her legs wrapped herself around me, her arms squeezing my ass and pushing me in to her.
She moaned as softly as she was able to and we kissed. It was passionate and gentle fuck, her pussy was on fire and her moans were sending me over the edge far too quickly than I would have liked.
We moved in sync for a bit before I felt myself ready to cum and she began to shudder under me. I pushed in deep and came hard, half falling on her and kissing her passionately.
My orgasm subsided and she looked into my eyes and we gently kissed.
“Tell me you love me?” she asked.
“I love you,” I immediately responded. In that moment I probably did.
We made love a second time about half hour later and she went home. My mind was a bundle of confusion and random thoughts. Did I love her? Was this too quick? I fell asleep that night unsure of where this was all going and if we were even good for each other. The sex was great but her friends were odd, her interests did not match mine at all.
We made plans to meet the next night and maybe go out.
The next night came and went. I heard nothing from her. This was long before the days where everyone was instantly available.
I reached out to her the next day and all I got was how she missed me. Nothing about not getting together the night before. No plans made. I didn’t want to seem desperate so I figure I leave it for her to set something up.
I never heard from or saw her again.
That weekend I saw her sister and my friend’s place. She filled me in that she had seen a new guy, Jay, chilling having a smoke outside their house that week. She knew he had been trying to get with Clara and told him, she had a boyfriend. He laughed and said he doubted that.
“Sorry. But I did warn you,” she said after recounting the story.
I was not really sad or hurt. In the end I needed to focus on school more and just put it all behind me. Decade later out of curiosity I found her online. Married and with a guy that looked exactly like the type of guy she should be with. Sometimes you just look at a couple and think, “yeah, that works.”
I did learn though not to completely lose myself in another person that much again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ze7gv3/the_month_with_a_witch_mf