ログインClare's Pov.The breeze off the Atlantic was welcomed with a smile. It had been a long day and now all I wanted was to sit still, enjoy the twilight on the terrace surrounded by bougainvillea's and perhaps have another glass of wine. It was early, and I had the hotel terrace almost all to myself. As if he read my mind, a waiter appeared and I ordered another glass. I looked around. I couldn't believe I was actually here after all these years. I had finally come to Casablanca. Ever since I had heard Ingrid Bergman whisper, "Play it again, Sam," I had been captivated by the mystique of the country. I remembered a line from another movie, 'Patton', when George C. Scott said that Morocco was the perfect combination of Hollywood and the Bible. I could hardly wait to start exploring all that I had read about and managed to glean from movies. I was looking at brochures outlining different tours of the area when a shadow fell over me and I looked up expecting to see the waiter returning wit
The look she gave me was one of total shock. "Are you serious or is this just another bit of the bullshit you used to feed me?""Chloe, I am totally serious. I have thought about you a million times and have kicked myself in the ass every one of those times for letting you get away from me. I made the right decision at that time, but times changed, and then it was too late . . . I didn't know how to reach you.""Oh Gud. I had dreamt of hearing you say something like that for oh so long.""Look, honey, when I get out of here we can think of how we want to spend the rest of our lives. What do you say?""I don't know about you, but I am starting to think about that right now and will continue to do so until we start down that road." She answered."One other question. Do you give all of your patients a blowjob or just the ones who have known you a while?""I'll break your other fucking leg if you keep that kind of talk up," she said only halfway, jokingly."Gud, I wish I had you on top of
Jack's P.O.VI thought I was a lot better skier than I turned out to be. The moguls didn't look very big or close together from the top of the mountain. But when I started down they seemed to be taller than I was and close enough to one another that I barely had time to think about coming off of one before I had to think about how I was going to handle the next one. You got it ... I missed one of those.The ride down the slope on a snow stretcher sled was something else again. I don't know how the ski patrol guys are able to hang on to the sled coming behind them and yet turn around every mogul, but they did a great job. The trip to the local hospital in the ambulance was uneventful. The EMS techs riding in the back with me said they see about two accidents a day during the season and even more if they haven't had much snow and have had to make a lot of it. They get a lot more ice under those conditions and apparently ice equates to falls and that keeps them busy.After a ton of X-ray
She looked down at me; "Do you remember how this feels?""I do, yes." I answered right away."Good. However, I do feel you need a reminder." As she spoke these words, I too was whirled up above her with a zap of purple light. Although I didn't feel the fear that I did the first time, I felt the sting of electricity running through my body, the restriction to my movement and my breathing; though, the electricity seemed to be stronger and the restriction tighter than I remembered. "I ... I ... I can't, can't breathe." I was fighting for breath altogether! The fear has now kicked in. Am I going to die today? I forgot how she was when I was a brat.A thought came to my mind; "She has been lenient on me; I have been allowed to do things with her and to her that, at the beginning, she would never have allowed. Does this mean that she had become to love me?" As I thought this, the high-voltage current running through my body now became a current of both sting and vibration. This was quite sa
As I sat up, I felt a rush of power run throughout me. It zapped through my veins like electric, and I felt burning within my hands. I looked at my witch; "What is that?"She threw her head back with a laugh that was as sarcastic as a smile on a clown from a horror movie."Don't you remember minx? I told you not to bite ME; I bit you; you wanted me to carry you around; now you carry me around and see how you like the roles reversed. NEVER try to own me and NEVER try to take my free will away! Do you understand me?"I looked horrified, what had she done to me? "Yes, yes."She waved her hand, turned and walked away; "Now, you can deal with the consequences."That evening, I walked into her bedroom, as usual, for her evening pleasure.WHACK! I was thrown up the wall by a forceful wind and my arms were tied together with a golden swirl above my head. I could not move, and I could hardly see. "Witch, is that you?"I felt something move up my legs and onto my pussy; there it started to rub.
Tracy’s P.O.VAs she turned to look at me, I could feel the rush running through my body. I could feel her power drawing me in, making me want her. Want her I did. Ever since the day she touched my hand, I have been hers. Hers to do as she pleases, when she pleases.I am sorry, I have gotten ahead of myself. Let me explain. I am Tracy, and I am a sex slave to a witch. I sound happy about that, but I am not; my will has been taken from me. She chose me, I am hers and that is the end to my free will. Part of me still cares, but after 6 months, I haven't managed to get away, and I have no want to anymore, or at least I don't think I do."Tracy, sweet. Come here." I hear my witch.As I scurry towards her, she looks at me with a look that I know all too well. I really wish that I could have a day off! Every time that I think we can spend a moment together without the passion and lust, want and need for her, I end up taking one look, wanting touch and then needing her once we did. My body a







