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NOTE: This is a short erotic story. As the author,
I retain all copyrights -- but it may be posted
and downloaded for readers to enjoy.
Comments welcomed, but send to following
email address: s.a.m@usa.net
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BLACK MAGIC
By: s.a.m
Joseph was having big trouble, and it had all
started over the stupidest thing, something he
usually ignored but that just suddenly seemed
intolerable. Now, as a result of his outburst,
he was feeling miserable, missing Jenny worse
than he'd ever imagined. It was the pits, really,
to be alone and missing her so bad...
It had happened six weeks ago, but it seemed
forever to him; Jenny was the kind of girl who
was soft-hearted, always kind to everyone. So
when he'd seen her talking to that guy, Kevin,
the football hunk no less, he should have known
she was just being nice. But no, he had to lose
his temper, pitch a jealous fit and end up losing
her. How could he have done something so dumb?
Now, walking along the rainy streets on a dreary
afternoon, he was heading home to his narrow, empty
room, where he'd been buried the last few weeks.
He knew his mom was getting worried, because she
gave him a probing, curious look, sometimes a
veiled sideways glance of nervousness when
she thought he wasn't aware she was watching
him. Hey, so he spent most of the time locked
up in his room! Was it a crime, for chrissakes?
This was the last day of October, and he smiled
at the idea of Halloween, the spooky atmosphere
in the neighborhood, bare skeletal treelimbs,
drenched in the rainy, foggy mist, a perfect
climate for the kids tonight. He grinned wider,
thinking of his own late-night plans...and
wondered if his reading into the magic rituals
would work? Could he create the right potent
spell to summon spirits to help him win back Jenny?
When he'd locked himself in his bedroom,
he looked at the few books he'd collected on
magic rituals -- not enough information,
probably, but all he really needed was just
the basics. Or at least, that's what he figured,
and after all, who was he going to ask in this
conservative, Christian region of the South?
Joseph laughed aloud, imagining how such a
question would shock the old lady next door;
she'd have a stroke, he figured, and the idea
was sobering. If he had a computer, he knew
there'd be a way to learn more; but that was
impossible, his mom worked hard just for them
to get by, his dad long gone, just a vague memory
now.
No, he knew there was no one in this area he
could ask about these matters, so he'd read
a few books from the library, put together
what he thought was a loose pattern of magic
ritual, just enough to invoke a spell, seek
assistance from good spirits.
The night was lively, little kids trick-or-
treating, and though Joseph was only sixteen,
he felt light-years older than the bunch of
laughing, chattering children rushing from
door to door in the neighborhood. Nonetheless,
he had fun giving out treats, annoying the kids
about who they were, how ugly or scary they looked.
When his mom left at ten for her shift at the
hospital, he eagerly retreated to his room,
began digging out candles, a thin silk ribbon,
some other stuff he'd collected; then, he laid
out the ribbon in a circle, put two tall candles
on a small stand, centered a mirror between them,
and lit the candles, flicked out the overhead light.
Quickly, he knelt before the small wooden stand,
staring into the reflected candleflames in the
mirror, feeling sort of ridiculous. But he'd come
this far, he might as well begin the chants he'd
memorized, and try it...
His strange words started out as mere whispers,
then grew into a singsong chant, and the longer
he stared into the mirror, the weirder he felt,
becoming almost light-headed, sort of dizzy as
his eyes gradually became unfocused in a steady
gaze at the wavy, trembly flames wavering in
the dark mirror.
The room seemed to disappear, and Joseph was
feeling more and more sleepy, his eyelids
drooping heavily now, his body feeling weightless,
invisible, almost a floating sensation...the
chanting seeming to come from far off...and then,
his head dropped forward, and that was the last
thing he knew until a loud clap of thunder
woke him.
At first, he was disorientated, but then saw
the melted candles, a small flame in one still
burning, and knew he'd fallen asleep for
chrissakes! Mumbling angrily to himself, he
got up and snuffed out the candle, stumbled
to the bed and fell into it, disgusted with
himself. This had to be the lowest point of
his despair, and as he felt sleep overcoming
him, he knew he had to forget about Jenny or
he'd lose it altogether.
A soft, murmuring voice was singing in a
haunting melody when Joseph began to waken,
his eyes opening slowly, the room illuminated
by a streetlamp outside his window. It was
eerie now with a bluish light, the room suffused
in a glowing dreamlike mist...didn't look real,
and he wondered if he was dreaming?
But then he caught a wisp of movement out
of the corner of his eye, sat up and rubbed
his eyes, trying to see better, thinking he'd
get up, turn on the light when he suddenly
felt a touch on his shoulder, just a soft
brush of something like wingtips. He snapped
his head sideways, looking around him, behind
him, but seen nothing, yet there was a soft
pressure at his shoulder, and he felt a chill
run over him, his body shuddering.
Then the words came as if from within his own
mind: "You have summoned me to do your bidding."
Joseph went rigid, unable to move, paralyzed
with fear; he glanced around, saw nothing,
the room still hazy with that peculiar blue mist.
He wanted to get up, get out of this room, right
now! As he swung his legs off the bed, he felt a
soft, warm flow of silky sensation surround his
body, something he couldn't describe, just a
silken swirl of motion forcing him to lie back
down on the bed, his pulse quickening, his mind
racing with wild panic.
"The fear you feel, the fear is for my touch,
you are tingling with the fear, you are afraid
and fear is the other side of desire."
Joseph let out a shocked gasp, the whispery words
he'd heard now definitely outside his mind, and as
he turned to gaze at the corner, he saw a
shimmering image begin to form, a white misty
substance shaping into a voluptuous woman with
long, thick, wavy blond hair, her eyes like blue
sparks in her tiny, angelic face. She was smiling
a haunting smile, a sad smile as she seemed to
float toward him, her voice more distinct now,
her words no longer whispery but low, sultry,
"You have summoned me from the Back of Beyond,
you ask that I help you."
Joseph was feeling the impact of her presence
now, and it embarrassed him, for the closer
she got, he more he felt a slow, burning need
building in his groin. He'd not quite accepted
the fact that he had to jerk off to relieve the
sexual needs of his body, and it wasn't like
Jenny ever let him go all the way, but he'd
tried to hide his growing desires, not let
anyone know how badly he wanted sex.
Her words were like tender flower-petals,
"I know your need, I am here to make love
to you."
This had to be a dream, he thought, afraid
to move and awaken from this beautiful, erotic
encounter...but he couldn't help squirming
slightly as the woman began taking off her
long white gown, undoing the high-top collar
buttons, then slowly, slowly easing it off her
shoulders, down past her arms as he saw her
firm, swollen breasts, then lower, the gown
falling quickly to the floor and her standing
before him naked, the powerful image making
him straining hard, his penis aching and
sensitive against his undershorts.
She swam before his eyes, real and unreal,
a glowing, shimmering whiteness of unbearable
beauty, naked, pale skin like finest silk,
her flowing golden hair falling below her
tiny waist, her blue eyes like stars in a
milky universe as she gazed at him longingly,
her low, sweet voice saying, "I want to feel
so badly, I want to be human as you are, my
love. Make me feel, hold me, help me?"
And he realized he was reaching out for her,
his arms opening as she slid into his embrace,
a warm glow engulfing him as her satin-soft
form melted over him, into him, the strangest
feeling he'd ever known, a heat now generated
all over him, her form feeling like flesh, but
of a silky texture and warmth he'd never touched.
She seemed to surround him, flow like warm
honey over his body, the sensual excitement
flooding him, his erection painfully hot,
pulsating as she moved to his side, her arm
lowering, her hand reaching for him, easing
her fingers inside the shorts, that first
touch almost enough to make him cum, and he
gasped, flinched, felt his body tense and his
automatic response down there, hips lifting,
erection thrusting upward into her hand,
wanting, not wanting, needing, not needing
as her fingers caressed and teased, tempted
him, her body molten hot and searing him
with passionate intensity; she seemed to
stretch and expand, then meld to him, the
feeling of flesh so real he knew he couldn't
be dreaming, couldn't be... His body rose and
fell with her rhythm, and he watched as she
slowed the pace, yet he looked down to his
rigid erection, saw it was exposed, he was
not inside her, not joined to her in any way...
yet, oh god, how good it felt, the swimming,
swinging movement atop him, her image like
bright hot light, testing his control, the
way she stared at him, her blue eyes sad in
that tiny angelic face...a small smile of
satisfaction as she watched his intensely
erotic responses, her lips lowering to his,
the taste of her real, yes, real it had to
be real, it was too much, she was moving faster
now, the feeling of her tongue inside his mouth,
her sweet surrender in a sudden wetness pulling
his erection into a deep, tight tunnel that
reeled him, sent him speeding into a blind,
mindless groaning blissful shattering, his
thrusts upward into her, hard, hard, hard
and fast, fast, faster...now, exploding into
her, he closed his eyes, cried out in ecstasy,
the explosion of hot juice rising up, up, up
and bursting, flooding out in jets of uncontrollable
gushing, his cries lower as the spasms lessened,
his eyes opening to see he was alone, his receding
climax still tender-hurt as his erection faded,
penis slowly, slowly losing the hardness, his
disbelief as he saw the wet splatter of his jism
across the blank white sheets, his emptiness as
the reality of it hit him: He was alone.
Stunned, he lay there for a long time, feeling
the sticky wetness drying, becoming uncomfortable
...wondering if he'd indeed summoned a spirit
or had it all been a wet dream? Did spirits,
good spirits, make love to humans?
He didn't know, it was all so weird. Yet,
when he stood, intending to go to the
bathroom, he saw something lying on the
floor by the bed. Joseph bent down, lifted
the soft white gown in his hands, trembling
with awe and wonder...
Magic, it had been magic! The question
that crept into his mind though, knowing
what had happened, was one he couldn't
answer: Was it black magic? Had it been
an evil spirit or a good spirit in his
bedroom, making love to him on this full
moon Halloween night?
When Jenny called him the next morning,
wanting to get back together, Joseph
realized the spirit had left him a gift
from their night together and that spirits
move in mysterious ways.
Who was he to question it?
-THE END-
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