Witch Tips Novels & Stories

“Gee Fox? You're just a toy and always will be—” “Gia?” A voice cut through my haze, and I turned to see Bobby, the manager of the club. “Yes, Bobby?” I replied, peeling off my coat to reveal my micro mini skirt that showcased the black thong underneath, knee-high transparent black socks, heels, and a cropped corporate white shirt, complete with a tie to fit tonight's high school theme. “Private room service. Tobias Whitlock,” he said briefly.

I walk over and Abbigail steps in front of me. Using her hands to compare with her sight and she gives me a full look over, biting her bottom lip. I clear my throat, face burning and she looks up at me with a burning desire in her eyes. Keeping her eyes on me and asks shyly, "Can we have one last wife swap before you guys leave? I've felt Shawn, this time I'd like to see her." I look between Beth and Melanie and they both nod. "I was going to ask for the same," Beth chokes quietly, being honest. "Wife swap first so we can sleep with our wives one last time."

I blurted. "OK. Do you have flour; yeast, nutmeg, sugar..." I listed the ingredients to her while she was replying with yes. After I'd explained how to do it to her, "am I free to go?" I asked, yawning. "No, please stay on line till I'm through with it. Please" She begged while I grumbled. "I'll buy you bars of chocolate and candies" She bribed me while I reluctantly agreed. It wasn't good someone should have a weakness, she knew my weakness was chocolate.

I spoke quickly before thinking about what I was going to do, and my face reddened. "Oh I think I'll match you no matter what I pick." He laughed light heartedly as I covered my face in embarrassment. "A vampire huh? What prompted that?" "It was either vampire or witch and I chose vampire because I'm still looking for the perfect witch hat and refuse to dress as one until I have it." I spoke through my hands and my laughter. "I'm going as a pop culture vampire, you know the whole 'I've waited a hundred years and she wasn't even down there' thing." I had dropped my hands from my face to my lap and made dramatic eyes as I recited the rough quote.

Outside, she could hear the sounds of family life: William on a conference call in his study, the twins arguing about something in their room, Catherine's music drifting down from upstairs. The twins were thirteen now, in eighth grade, navigating the complicated waters of adolescence. Jackson was captain of his middle school soccer team, popular and outgoing. James was in advanced art classes, quieter but confident in his own way. They were best friends despite their differences, protective of each other in the way only twins could be. Catherine was seventeen, a senior in high school, already accepted to several top universities. She'd grown into a poised, brilliant young woman who wanted to

he swiveled me over and like a whiff of wind the slap landed on the side of my face by surprise. My head whipped to the side due to the force used to hit me. And it stung so bad. My head felt like it was under deep waters and my ears were filled up by them. Not only could I hear bells in my ears, I also saw stars. “You’re lying!” he screamed my chin forcedly trapped between his fingers, the grip so tight that I was afraid my cheeks were going to snap into two if he held much longer. “You were thinking about him again right? You were thinking about your secret lover weren’t you!?”

I felt like I wasted all these years with the wrong person. “Yes, let’s enjoy the party. I will teach you,” she grabbed my hands and went inside. “Here, drink this,” “What’s that?” “Don’t act innocent, it’s just champagne” “I won’t drink,” I shoved away. “No, you should. I am telling you this. Whatever I said will be good for you. So don’t resist” I took the glass and drank. Maybe I am trying to have some fun hereafter. But I forgot about Chris.

I fought the urge to grab his hands. Instead, I used my right hand to pull the knife from my pocket, slashing hard at the artery on his wrist! My movements were smooth and quick, almost like I had done this before. Reflexes like that made me question who I truly was. He screamed and let go, staring at his wounded hand, but he couldn't stop the bleeding no matter what he did. I wiped the blade clean. As expected of the knife the housekeeper had used for decapitating those young women. It was razor-sharp indeed.

His lips leave mine and kiss down my jaw, before tilting my head to the side and brushing the hair away from my skin. His lips dance down my neck making my lips part, and I let out a gasp louder than intended. I didn’t want him to know what he did to me. But there was no hiding it. I moved my hips gently against his lap without even realizing what I was doing. I let my hands fall to the bottom of his shirt, tugging at the thin material as my hips moved back and forth slowly. His mouth decorated my neck with small galaxies of purple marks that I knew I would hate tomorrow.

I slid to the side so that Levi reaches around and unclips her bra, and I slide it off her arms. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I bit down a little on her nipple, making her moan and gasp at the same time. I slide my hand down her stomach to her core. I can feel the wetness, and it calls to me. I grab her up off the counter and stand her on her feet. Levi starts on his side, and I start on mine. We lower her panties till they hit the floor. Levi then grabs her and sets her back on the counter. I get on my knee and bring my mouth to her core. My tongue slides up and over her clit. She grabs Levi and locks her lips with his to keep from hollering out.