Blood on the dance floor [F33][magic/supernatural, solo masturbation, exhibitionism]

There are two things you need to know about me.

I’ve always been aware, ever since I was very young, that I have certain… powers. Some would call it my “gift”. Others might call it magic, or witchcraft, though I find such terms to be crude. It definitely runs in the women in my family. I knew my mother had something similar, and although she never talked about it explicitly, she always encouraged me to explore my abilities.

I can’t fly, or turn people to toads, or anything like that. I like to think of it more as a special relationship I have been granted with the whirlwind of invisible forces that shape our reality. Sometimes, in the right circumstances, they will grant me a peek behind the curtain. For example, in the middle of a conversation I might suddenly be able to read the other person’s thoughts for a brief flash. Sometimes I have visions of things that will happen, or that are happening far away.

Letting the music guide us [F/M 20s-30s][blowjob, flirting, tension]

“Hey Ruth.”

“Hey Josh. Ready to rock ‘n roll?”

Ruth and I have been playing together for a couple of months now. We met when she posted an online ad looking for someone to make music with; I saw it and sent her a message. Both of us play guitar and sing, so we decided to try forming an acoustic duo.

We immediately hit it off the first time we met. There was such an easy air about her; we joked and laughed as if we’d known each other for years. I was nervous that I had never sung with anyone before and I wouldn’t be any good, but as soon as we started, something magical happened: our voices melted together, the song took us over and the result was thrilling. It wasn’t my imagination, we actually sounded fantastic. And the reason for it, I think, was a tension, a spark hanging between us. I was astounded to find that singing together with this stranger created a powerfully intimate, illicit connection. We sat a few feet apart, facing each other, each with a guitar in hand. As we sang I looked up at her from my guitar and noticed how enticing I found her face, her lips, her skin.