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.
