The Witch in the Wildwoods is a new phone sex fantasy series I’m starting work on. This is a witchy introduction to get the ball rolling.
Her forest floor is home to twigs, curled leaves, and pine cones. An organic booby trap for your feet, if you will. Last time you were brave enough to walk, loudly, through her home, she knew you were there. You were so awkward and clumsy it was laughable. Typical behaviour of mortal men. You couldn’t believe that this conniving forest Witch led you deeper into her emerald domain. You got lost, didn’t you? Eve was never lost. This is her home. You were out-gunned.
Was it her long dark hair that reminded you of a ravens wing, or her glowing “doe like” eyes that drew you closer to her? Maybe, it was the long, white, gossamer, gown that she was wearing, or her damp bare feet, pink soles covered with pine needles, that led you astray? You watched her scamper through the pine while you obsessed over her ethereal laughter that seemed to be all around you. “How is that possible, you asked yourself?”
The Witch of the Wildwoods Toys with Her Playthings
Things get a little hazy when the Witch arouses you beyond hope. Critical thinking goes out the window. All you can think about is catching her, owning her, tasting her but she will never allow it. This divine feminine power is not for men to tinker with. Don’t deny it, you were tripping over yourself to catch up to her. Eve knows exactly what your deepest desires are and she’s uses them to her own advantage.
By the time you broke through the clearing, Eve was letting her gossamer dress fall off one porcelain shoulder, as she took her straw broom to the stairs leading up to her Witch house. You were panting and sweaty and she looked perfectly bewitching as she hummed, softly, to herself. The pressure behind your zipper was aggravated by the jack hammer pounding of your heart. How dare she lure you to her little pointy house, like this? By the time you found your voice she turned her smokey blue gaze on you and your knees buckled. Without opening her full, ruby red, lips she said, “I’ll take your measly power.”
When it comes to devouring one’s soul Eve makes a 7 course meal out of it. Goddess lingers over every delicious detail while you fall deeper under her magical control. How could a man deny his desire to please his new Wildwoods Mistress?