Read part one here. Or you can jump in here; it gets to the sexy parts pretty quickly.
Maggie watched the man almost run from the laundry room. She was utterly confused. There was no way he could have known about her dream, even if he acted like he had. As she finished tossing her laundry in the basket, she tried to figure out what she could have done to make the man scurry away.
This story stands alone, but if you want to read about Charity’s first adventure, check out Stole Penis.
In the darkness of the new moon, Charity made her way through the woods to the meeting place. The coven sentries greeted her warmly, as she sat upon the soft cool grass to remove her shoes and stockings. She suspected young Isaac volunteered for the duty because he enjoyed watching the women undress.
Kate opened the package. She expected her latest paperback book order, but instead she found an antique book, carefully wrapped in paper and cloth, both crumbling a little at her touch. She turned back the package, wondering where the book had come from. Her little book store specialized in genre fiction, the kind of paperbacks people took on planes and to the beach. She didn’t deal in old books. The package bore her name and address on a handwritten label. The return address label was illegible in both handwriting and being half covered with stamps and notations from the post office. This package had seen some adventures getting to her.
After what had been the single greatest orgams of her life, Dr. Jacqueline Hyde put herself back in order as best she could.
She had no idea why the compound had brought on the response it had, but she wasn’t keen on being in the lab if the overwhelming need to orgasm overcame her again. It was Friday, and she was sure that she could unravel the compound in her home lab. And she hoped that the effects of the compound had passed through her system.
Charity smoothed the black thigh high socks on to her legs. She savored the moment in her nakedness. Her pale thighs almost glowed next to the black stockings. She ran her hands over her hips and cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples. While she hated putting on her clothes, she did want to get to the gathering.