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    Considering the
stories I heard about him, it was certainly no surprise to me he was a wizard.
He had held his handsome good looks longer than most people would admit to remembering.
Unless you, like me, are a witch or the occasional wizard, you would have
chalked the experience up to the burning incense, rather than the bewitched.
    Who knows, maybe
it was both?
    “There must have
been something illicit in the oils.” Some would say.
    “I swear he had
two cocks.” Others might whisper.
    I knew the truth
long before I met him, though. My journey to him, started a long time ago, and
well before I knew it had.
    Like any other
teenager who’d learned they could do some pretty cool things with their bodies,
I was quick to put my magic to the task of exploring my body and finding all of
its hidden treasures. I found my all the erotically charged places on my body,
inside and out and understood how to respond to my inner desires when most
girls were still trying to decide if they liked French kissing.
    In college, I
learned how to manipulate the world around me with magic. Each night I cast a few
spells around my dormitory room. The spells rendered my room unavailable,
unheard and unhinged from time around it. I lived on very little sleep which
allowed me many hours a day to thrive in my environment. Cocooned in my dormitory,
I learned to master magic before integrating my life in the non-magical world.
    I did manage to
have a reputation outside my dormitory room, though. In hindsight, maybe I
should have sought better advice when I decided to forever enchant my skin to
transmit a pulse of euphoria to anyone who touched it.
    Some might
consider it cruel to do such a thing. And in retrospect it was but I was young
and saw myself as a muse. I was determined that I had the secret to unlocking
the sexual potential in every person who crossed my path.  
    I was driven by
the rush of excitement and joy written on other people’s faces when they
touched my. I literally gave them Joie de Vivre .
    Incidentally,
this was the name of the enchantment. Any witch or wizard worthy of their wand would
consider the accomplishment exceedingly difficult.
    Later, I learned
to be more miserly with gifting my touch.
    The lesson came
the first and only time Joie de Vivre turned into utter debauchery. It wasn’t
my fault really. Another witch attending the party had tagged me. She had her
own agenda for the party once she had figured things out. It was fun, sort of,
but free will can be a tricky bitch when magic’s involved.
    Each man who
fucked me felt a pulse when he entered me all along his shaft up to his
sensitive head. Each came within seconds as the real power of my spell was how
it was intensified along the soft, moist, sensitive skin found within my pussy.
    Over coffee the
next morning the witch and I became friends and it was she who told me about
the wizard I would come to obsess over.
    “Do you see
this?” She asked as she withdrew from her purse a small glass vile in which I
could see a thick strand of liquid.
    I knew what it
was the instant my eyes set on it.
    “What the hell
is that for?”
    “I was able to
salvage this from my only encounter with Him,” she sighed “as I twist the vile
in my hands, I close my eyes and am able to relive it – from his perspective.
It’s incredible. I see how he looked at me. I’m beautiful!”
    “Let me see.” I
demanded as a wave of jealous curiosity washed over me.
    The witch moved
further away from me and laughed softly. “Sorry,” she said with a shake of her
head “not even after last night but I will tell you where I encountered him and
about my experience. He moves around a lot, as you might imagine. I’ve heard
that, if a witch hears three stories from three other witches about their
encounters, the witch will be magically drawn to him from the inside of her.
It’s some creepy stuff – even for me.”
    “So let’s hear
it.” I put my elbows on the table and crossed my