The Potent Love Spell is a paranormal erotica short story (Approx. 6,900 words). This story is intended for an adult audience only due to graphic portrayal of incredibly hot sex between enthusiastically consenting adults, as well as other sexually explicit and suggestive deeds.
Sidney and Colson have been “friends with benefits” for more than a year. He’s great in bed – gives it to her rough, just like she wants it – but Sidney is ready for more. She makes a rash decision to take matters into her own hands, deciding he’ll love her, even if it’s a love spell that gets him there. She found one recently on a strange blog written in the style of a neighborhood nurse on a rather risqué topic: Sex Secrets of a Witch. Spells being unpredictable, Sidney doesn’t get quite what she set out for. What happens next is even better than her fantasies.
Sidney stared at her reflection in Colson’s bathroom mirror. She had to make a decision fast. His comb was right there, and one of his hairs was exactly what she needed for the love spell she’d found online.
She chewed her lip nervously. She hadn’t meant to try this today, but there was the comb, and along with it, her opportunity.
They’d just finished screwing, and her body ached from how rough he’d been with her. She liked it rough; liked a little pain along with her pleasure. Colson had always rocked her world.
She remembered how he’d held her facedown on the bed earlier, his hand at her neck while he mounted her, his cock sliding easily home. She was so wet, even though they’d just woken up. Maybe it was sleeping next to him, or maybe it was that their sex could always be counted on to be so fucking hot that she instantly got wet when she woke up next to him. He grunted as he thrust, his hips hitting her ass with a smacking sound that made her moan.
Sidney shook herself, and released her grip on the bathroom countertop.
She was going to do it. She had to.
She’d been sleeping with Colson for more than a year. They’d been friends since college, but last year it got physical, like she’d always wanted it to. Actually, she wanted much more than that.
She wanted him to love her.
So the spell.
She’d been surfing the net, trying to burn off some frustration after the last time she’d been with Colson. One of her searches brought up a blog she remembered vaguely from some recent drama with a celebrity that had been in the news.
Sex Secrets of a Witch.
The blog had all sorts of interesting spells for better sex, and a smaller selection of spells for love. It was also written in this chatty, neighborhood nurse or sex psychologist fashion that made it feel completely trustworthy. And maybe it was. Turned out she hadn’t cared much to settle that argument with herself. She would give it a shot.
This particular spell was said to turn the heart of a reluctant lover already possessed by the body. So if you were to look it up in some witch’s spellbook, a photo of Sidney and Colson would probably appear right next to it.
Having made her decision, she took a few strands of hair from the comb, and tiptoed to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag for them. She took a minute to put on coffee after that.
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
The roommate had walked in behind her. She could feel him staring at the back of her head.
He cleared his throat and went to the sink for a glass of water. He was wearing a pair of black shorts that looked like he’d been working out in them, and that was it.
Sidney averted her eyes from the roommate’s well-defined back, and those broad, powerful shoulders. Gabe was a looker, but he’d never been nice to her.
“I started the coffee.”
He glanced her way briefly, his dark eyes looking through her more than at her, and then turned and walked out, “Thank you,” he said over his shoulder.
Oh well. It wasn’t like she was here to make a friend.
Later that night, after a long soak in a hot bubble bath and a glass of wine, Sidney lit the red candles she’d bought earlier and stared at the other supplies she’d laid out before she took a bath to think about this whole thing. No new conclusions had presented themselves during her soak, just a new determination to give this a try, come what may. At least it was a chance to get out of the rut that seemed to be swallowing her these days.
She stared long and hard at the words on the page, before she finally began etching them in gold ink onto the parchment paper she’d purchased. She spoke the words for the first time as she wrote them.
By fire and earth and water and air
A fine plucked strand of my lover’s hair
A piece of you, a part of me
Together how we’re meant to be